10 comments/ 15888 views/ 2 favorites A Casual Encounter By: BethSanMartino He answered an ad on Craig's List for a casual encounter. They met for a drink, and exchanged some idle chit chat. He was attracted to her. Who wouldn't be? She was a knockout. She stood about 5'5", raven black hair, gorgeous eyes, a butt that was killer, and B cub boobs with extremely hard nipples poking through her blouse. She wore a short tight mini skirt that showed off her shapely legs, and beautiful ass. It was his first time doing this so he wasn't sure how to proceed. She, in the meantime, was waiting for him to make his move. He didn't. She decided that if she does't make a move, nothing will happen, and that is not what she wanted. She was horny and needed sexual attention. She asked him if he would like to come back to her place for a drink. He swallowed the rest of his drink quickly, and nodded. Her place was small,but nicely furnished. The living room had two love seats facing each other. They sat across from one another,as they sipped their drinks. His heart was beating out of his chest. He was so nervous. He knew what he wanted, but didn't know how to go about getting it. He gulped his drink down quickly, as he was trying to think what to say. She spoke first. "would you like another drink?" he could only nod. Thne words just wouldn't come out. As she got up, her legs opened. He could clearly see that she wasn't wearing panties. His heart was beating even faster, but that wasn't his only concern. His cock was beginning to get hard and tented his pants. He was so scared that she caught him staring up her skirt. His fears soon disappeared, when he saw the smile on her face. "Did you like what you saw?", she whispered to him.She motions with her finger for him to come close to her. He leaves his seat, and could only crawl over to her trying to hide the tent that his hard cock has caused. His head is pounding, and his breath is coming in short gasps of anticipation of what is to come. She place her hand under her chin and brings his face close to hers. She leans in and kisses him tenderly. Breaking the kiss, she licks her lips, and asks, "what do ya think stud?" His mouth is moving but the words won't come out. He chokes out a weak "I like". Her hand reaches around to the back of his head, and brings him for a deep kiss. Their tongues dance with other. His head is pounding, and his knees are weak. "I hope I don't pass out", he thinks. She breaks the kiss, and pushes both hands on to his chest. "Stop!", she says. He starts thinking, "what did I do wrong?" "Did I turn her off by making her think she would have to give me CPR?" She pushed me away, and said, "I gotta go" "Where are you going?", he says. She starts walking away from him, but looks over her shoulder at him. With a lusty look, she motions at him with her finger to follow her. She licks her lips, and says, "come on. He thought she was going to take him to her bedroom. At this point he was a bundle of nerves. She walked past her bedroom and continued down the long hallway, shaking that fine ass as he followed her like a little puppy. She stopped outside of the bathroom, and stepped in. "Coming?" she asked, as her head tilted back while she laughed. He followed her in. She turned around to face him, and with a lustful look, hiked her skirt up around her waist. He could now clearly see her pussy with it's nicely trimmed black hair. Staring at him the whole time, she sat down on the commode, and began to pee. Her legs were spread wide so he could see the golden stream exiting her pussy. The loud hiss was intoxicating to him. He couldn't believe this was happening. Her mouth was open and her breath was coming in short gasps. Her pee slowed down to a trickle, and the n stopped. There was driplets of pee on her bush. She pulled off a couple of sheets of toilet tissue, and then asked him," would you like to?" He didn't wait for her to finish the question. He took the tissue from her hand, and began dabbing at her pussy. She let out a loud moan, as her legs opened wider. She stood up with her skirt still pulled up to her waist. She kissed him deeply. Their tongues intertwining. She hadn't flushed the toilet. The smell of her fresh pee was intoxicating to him. Hr ran his hands down her back till he reached the smooth cheeks of her tight butt. He squeezed hard, and she gasped. He kissed his way down her neck, while his hands were unbuttoning her blouse. His lips now moving down to her breasts. She was wearing a bra with a front clasp. It was easy for him to undo the clasp. Her breasts were now open to him. Not very large, but oh those nipples. Hard as a rock and sticking out at least a half an inch. He moved his tongue over her nipples, and she shuddered. He took her left nipple into his mouth, and sucked gently. Her juices were now flowing freely from her pussy, and began to run down her thighs. As nervous as he was, he knew that this woman was ready to fuck. He took his mouth away from her breast and as he knelt in front of her, he could smell her musky scent. he nuzzled his nose into her bush. Mmmmm it was sweet. He began to lick up and down her wet slit, until he found her clit. It was huge! He flicked his tongue against her engorged clit. She was moaning loudly. "Don't stop." "I'm so close." She had her hands behind his head, mashing his face into her soaked cunt. She let out a loud shriek, and splatteret his face with her cunt juice. He lapped up all he could but it was too much. His face was wet from her juices. She brought him face to face and licked his lips and chin, tasting her own juices. She kissed him deeply while she removed the rest of her clothing. The brought her hand down to his crotch,and traced her hand along the length of his hard cock. "It's nice and big, and all ready for me", she said. He wasn't sure whaqt was throbbing more, his head or his cock. She moved past him and out of the bathroom, once again motioning with her finger to him to follow. "I wonder where she is taking me now?" he thought. "I hope it's to the bedroom" His wish came true. She laid him on the bed and unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. His cockhead had already made its way out of his boxers. "MMMMMM" she purred. "Is this for me?" She placed a small kiss on the head of his cock, and proceeded to remove his pants, and boxers. He lay naked on the bed, wondering what her next move would be. She didn't make him wait long. She gripped his cock lightly, moving up and down his shaft. His balls were beginning to boil. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he didn't want this to end quickly. Now it was his turn to moan as he felt her warm wet mouth engulf his cock. He could tell she was an experienced cocksucker. This was the best blowjob he had ever received. He felt if he died right there, he'd be a happy man. This was too much for him. Soon his cock began to spurt a rope of cum in to her mouth. She swallowed every drop. "Yummy", she said, but I'm not finished with you yet. She started to massage his balls,and cock until he was hard again. He was amazed she had brought his cock back to life so quickly. She moved up over him, and kissed him deeply. He felt her hand move around his cock again, as she guided it to the entrance of her wet cunt. He felt his cock enter her slowly, as she impaled herself on to his cock. She was so tight, and so wet. He still couldn't believe this was happening to him. She began to pick up speed as she fucked him deeply. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass. She was moaning loudly. "Fuck me deeper" "I feel you all the way up my hot pussy" He felt her juices running down his balls to the crack of his ass. There was a puddle forming beneath him. He didn't care though. He was being well fucked, and that's all that mattered to him. "Im cummmmmmmmming" she yelled as she exploded a gusher of hot cunt juice all over him. He was soaked! He was ready to unload in to her when she got off him. "What the fuck?" he thought. She knelt over his cock and released a stream of hot pee right on to his cock and balls. This was too much for him, and he began to spurt his cum to mix with her pee. She lay down next to him breathing hard, as was he, and asked him, "What did you say your name was again?" Hoped you liked my first story. I appreciate your comments good and bad. Well, not the bad ones. Till next time xxoo Beth A Casual Encounter A subtle breeze cuts through the heat of late spring, making for as pleasant a day as Paul could have hoped for. He saunters down the familiar park path that winds its way down the hill and hugs the curve of the pond, shielding his eyes from the midmorning sun as he seeks out his regular bench. Nestled in a cove of pine trees with a great view of the duck-dotted pond, it's the perfect location for him, a spot that he seeks out week after week on lazy weekend mornings. Paul settles himself onto the slick, well-worn wood seat and goes about arranging himself appropriately. The newspaper is plunked down next to him, the business section isolated and brought to the top. He retrieves his newsboy cap from his back pocket, unfolds it and slips it into place on his head. His ex-wife had always hated this hat, telling him often and emphatically that it made him appear older than his years, but he insisted that it gives his conventional look a rakish touch. Absently he unfolds the paper while looking out over the rest of the park, taking in the frisbee-chasing dog and his owner across the pond, the pair of joggers struggling up the hill, the men, like him but older, taking up space on the benches in the distance. A quiet day overall, the kind he prefers. He snaps the paper into position and sets to leisurely perusing the dry text, though he can't help the way his gaze wanders up to note the passersby on the path in front of him, especially when those passersby happen to be of the female persuasion. He may be in his 40s, but that doesn't mean he can't still look and maybe even hope. He tries not to hope too much, though, and always returns to reading about the strength of the dollar. Maybe he could have stood to read a little less and hope a little more, though, because he doesn't even see her walk up. She's peeling back the top corner of his newspaper before he even notices her, despite her striking appearance, with that unnaturally red pixie cut and the multiple little hoops lining the edge of her ears. She's young, college-aged at least but baby-faced in a way that makes her seem innocent despite clear attempts to try and roughen her exterior. She stands there smiling, a cryptic little thing, while she sizes him up, her blue eyes taking in his square jaw and distinguished nose, but also his wrinkles and rather thin mouth. Self-consciously, he clears his throat. How utterly boring he must seem to her. After another second, he puts on his best debonaire tone to say, "Hello there." She doesn't answer. Of course, she doesn't answer, that's how these things go. He knows enough to expect that but he's still thrown off a bit by it, unsure of how to proceed. She helps him out at least, taking the paper from his hands altogether and letting it fall haphazardly to the side. With a single finger, she tweaks the bill of his cap and then brazenly climbs into his lap, her summer skirt spreading over his legs as she straddles him. It worked. He can't exactly believe it even now, but it worked. Ever since his divorce was finalized, he had been putting up these Craigslist ads and sitting here on this very bench in this very same situation every Saturday, waiting for some woman, any woman, to take him up on his offer. A nice fast fuck right out in the open. He's always had a bit of an exhibitionist fetish, but with his rigidly modest wife, there was never much of a chance to indulge it. It was part of the reason she left him, actually. Of course, he never anticipated that his little ad would work, not really. What chance did his rather gentlemanly request for a fun public fuck have in with all the many lewd dick shots and poorly worded solicitations from 20-something "studs?" But he figured why not try all the same, and live out at least a fraction of a fantasy in the process. So each week he would post that he would be waiting on this bench, at this time, holding a newspaper and wearing his brown houndstooth cap, for anyone looking for a quick public tryst. And now the tryst is right here, sitting in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her round face, smooth and pale, against his. She seemed almost waifish standing there in front of him, but her petite frame is pleasantly solid under his wandering hands, with some delicious substance to her hips, her ass. Her plump lips teasingly engage his as he gropes southwards and he anxiously returns her kiss. He lets her be the first to offer tongue, but meets it hungrily when she does, daring to press his cock against her with a rock of his hips. When there's no rebuke from her, his hands venture further and fumble under her skirt, where he finds, thank all that is holy, she's not wearing any underwear. He lets his fingers work the magic he learned during his 20 years of marriage and casts a glance over the woman's shoulder at the park at large. Everyone in sight is ignoring them so far. They're just a couple making out on a park bench, after all. The cops usually don't get called until things have progressed much further. She grinds against him, in time with his persistent stroking, the moan in his ear pulling his attention fully back to her. He drops his mouth to her neck, nibbling gently at the point where her neck meets her shoulder. And then again not so gently, when he feels her shivering, rocking reaction. He gets his reward in the form of her reaching down, steadily unbuckling his belt and yanking open the fly of his pants. He's already hard when she pulls his cock out but her small hands expertly running the length of it bring him close to bursting. He wraps his hands gently over her upper arms, stalling her for the quick second it takes for him to scope out the area once again. No one near enough, those in sight occupied with their own lives. It's now or never. Paul fishes a condom from his pocket and tears it open with his teeth, still too pragmatic to risk a random bareback encounter. He takes control of his cock again and slides the thing on before grabbing a handful of ass on either side and sliding her forward. She seems to expect nothing less from him and wriggles eagerly into place when he pulls, lightly biting her lip in anticipation. She seems to enjoy the anticipation a little too much, though, because she pauses there, pussy poised teasingly on the tip of his rubbered cock. "Now," he rumbles, fingers digging in at her hips and urging her downward. She just grins right back, seeming to thoroughly enjoy the rise she's getting out of him. With slow, devastatingly slow purpose she lowers herself onto him, resisting every one of his restrained attempts to thrust himself deeper. He lets out a heavy, inadvertently held breath when she's finally eased all the way down, when his cock is buried in the tight warmth of her pussy. With practiced ease, she begins to move her hips in small, deliberate circles, just slow enough to keep strangers' eyes from figuring them out too quickly. With her doing most of the work and his contribution limited to the occasional slow-arching thrust into her, his hands find other occupation. The neck of her tank top is low but he lowers it further to free her braless breasts. They're small, just enough to conform to the cup of his palm as he fondles them, but he can't remember having felt something so soft and supple in his entire life. When he tilts forward to touch her erect brown nipple with his tongue, she moans and loses her rhythm for a moment. Having found her weakness he seals his lips over the entire thing and sucks, tongue running lightly around its rim to elicit more of those moans. She seems blissfully unaware of the surrounding park, but Paul surfaces momentarily to assess their situation, peering first across the pond and then up the nearby path. It's there that he sees something to give him pause, a couple his own age on a leisurely stroll in their direction. With a grunt, he utters an urgent, "Come, come," into her ear and strains into her motions, thrusting more heavily. He spots the woman of the couple look their direction and experiences a sudden surge of both fear and arousal at the increased attention. In a spark of inspiration, he runs a hand up to her breast again and takes her nipple between forefinger and thumb, giving it a hearty squeeze as he bucks up into her. "They're watching us now," he whispers right next to her ear, lips brushing against the lobe. "Just now realizing that we're fucking. The woman looks startled, horrified, she's leaning in to say something to her husband. They stopped, they're just staring. Staring at you and that glorious ass of yours." The hand that's bracing on her hip reaches down to yank her skirt up, exposing her skin to the breeze and shocked gazes alike. He sees out of the corner of his eye that her eyes are closed and she's biting the corner of her mouth in an attempt to keep herself quiet. Even then, she can't help the little groans that escape her as she reacts to his sharper thrusts, as she quickens the sway of her own hips. She cries out shortly as she climaxes, then catches herself and reins herself back to heavy, punctuated gasps, her fingers snatching harshly and clutching at his shirt. Coming back down, she shoves herself on him in a sinfully sloppy kiss, the touch of her tongue combining with her forceful grinding to make him to come as well. He's lost for a moment, head dropped forward onto her shoulder. He could stay there forever. With a nudge from her he straightens up and regains his senses, turning to meet her eye. "They still there?" she asks quietly, her voice higher-pitched than he would have imagined. After a quick look, he confirms with a nod. "The guy's on his phone now." "Better be quick then," she says, already pulling off of him, finding her own feet again and straightening her skirt as she walks. Hurriedly, he tucks himself back in, condom and all, and zips up, standing to follow her. She's already around the back of the bench before he catches up to her and snags her wrist. Already cursing himself for being too much of a sap, he utters a hushed but heartfelt, "Thank you," and flattens her against him one last time. He has to reach down farther now, to kiss her square on the lips and to cop a final feel of her bare ass. She kisses him back, pressing her tits against him while she does, but when they separate she laughs - probably at him - and hustles off, beating a path through the wall of trees and out to whatever's on the other side. Paul himself leaves the scene of the crime as it is, abandoning newspaper and condom wrapper for the couple on the hill and the police to sort out. Off he walks, hands in his pockets, lips puckering into a whistle as he strides as quickly but nonchalantly as he can around the bend of the pond and out of the park. A Casual Encounter My husband is asleep. I am awake, still a bit swollen and sore from when we fucked earlier. His cum has leaked out of me and made a wet spot in the bed. I want him again, but my attempts to rouse him with a blow job are shrugged off. "Mmm...sleep..." he says, and rolls over. I get out of bed and place a Casual Encounters ad. Forty minutes later we're in the 4 am bar a few blocks down, having a drink. An hour after that, we're in a cab on our way to your place. We're both a little buzzed. I'm leaning against you, and you can see down the front of my top. You reach out and touch my tits, gently stroking over the fabric of my shirt and bra and feeling my nipples get hard, and then reaching roughly under the bra to pinch and pull at them. That's when we kiss for the first time, my mouth soft and hungry against yours. You pinch my nipples hard, you want to hurt me, you want to show me that you can hurt me, that I shouldn't meet strange men at night. You want to see if I'll let you hurt me. I can't help making a sound, and when I look up, I meet the cab driver's eyes in the mirror. I hold his gaze and then turn back to you. You throw your credit card over the front seat. "Drive for a while?" He nods. I unzip your pants and you pull my bra down and pull my tits out. I reach into your boxers and drag my fingertips gently over your balls. I pull out your cock and stroke it and your balls with my hands while you attack my tits. You lower your head and take a nipple in your mouth, sucking it and licking it. At my obvious pleasure, you sink your teeth in, which makes me almost come. "Please don't leave marks," I tell you. You put your hand gently but firmly against my throat and push me back against the seat while you bite the other nipple, and bite all over my soft white tits. I yelp in pain, which makes you pull back, but then you slap them, one breast after the other, short, precise slaps. Welts rise almost immediately on the soft, white skin, and I start to cry from the pain. You stop torturing my tits and make eye contact with me, one hand still on my throat. "We can stop this any time, but remember, you went looking for me." I nod. I lick my hand to wet it and stroke your balls and cock. You push your cock against my hand and suck on my nipples until I almost come from the sensation. You push your hand under my skirt and slide two fingers under my underpants and into my wet, swollen cunt. One hand on the base of my throat, one hand forced between my legs, you hold me still and fuck me with your hand until I am ready to scream. You bring a hand up to clap over my mouth so I can't scream, and I come, head thrown back, tits out on display, listening to the ragged breathing of the cab driver who has pulled into a deserted parking lot behind a warehouse and is jacking off in the front seat, while I moan against your hand over my mouth. Your fingers, when you pull them out, are covered with my wetness - mingled from my juices and the sperm my husband deposited there earlier in the night. You show the cab driver, now that we are all in this together. You ask him if he'd like to fuck me, too. This is too much, I don't want to do this. I reach for the door handle, but you're too quick, locking your hand around my other wrist. In your other hand is my purse, containing my wallet, cell phone, keys, and any way out of here. You hold it up and bring your face close to mine. "You can have these back when I have everything I want." "This is not what I agreed to," I say. "Does anyone know where you are right now? A woman who fucks strangers in the middle of the night should be prepared to make some compromises." You position me on all fours in the back seat, with my ass hanging out of the open door, and invite the cab driver to stand and fuck me. I feel his hands on my hips and then his fingers probing my slit as he rubs his bare cock at the opening of my pussy. He hesitates for a moment, not sure if he should keep going, but I am too wet he can't resist. His cock is bigger than I am used to, and it takes some work to get it all the way in. You sit on the seat in front of me, watching us and stroking your cock, occasionally giving the driver direction or encouragement. You want him to pull out all the way and re-enter me, re-creating that first moment of penetration again and again. He's close to coming when you reach over and give my unprotected tits a slap, and then another, occasionally slapping my face but always going back to those bitten, bruised tits. You beat them mercilessly as he unloads his bare cock inside my pussy. The driver finishes and pulls away. It's awkward for a moment, no fuck choreography to stop us from thinking, but you give the driver some more money to wait and pull me up and out of the car. He sits in the dark and smokes while you steer me toward the warehouse's loading dock. First you have me spread out on my back with my legs spread, so you can admire your handiwork. I have some shipping pallets under me, scraping rough stripes across my back. You take off your belt and run it over my skin. You slap my sore tits with it a few times, then you beat my pussy and my inner thighs, not hard, just swift little slaps. You fold the belt and rub it along my open cunt, and push part of it up inside me. You flip me so I'm bent over some crates, my ass up and exposed, and you spank my naked ass hard with your hand before switching to the belt. "Daddy issues, much?" you ask before bringing the belt down again. You push some fingers inside and slap me with the belt while finger-fucking me until I come. Why not? It's too late to turn back now, I might as well enjoy it. I kneel in front of you and suck you, stroking your balls with a wet finger so it feels like they are being licked. I can feel you're on the edge, but you surprise me by stopping and changing position so you can lick my dirty pussy and taste the mingled come before turning me over and shoving your hard dick into me and adding your own to the slick mess. Afterward, we are quiet. The sun is coming up as you help me rearrange and get back into my clothes. We get back in the car. The cab drops me, first. I tiptoe into the house, past my sleeping husband, and go directly to the shower. I will have to find a way to explain the bruises and welts that cover me. I will have to arrange STD testing, and Plan B. My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant, and I'm not protected. For now I just want to wash the night off of me and get some sleep. When I come out of the shower, new text messages are waiting. One is a complete video of our sex on the loading dock, that the cab driver must have taken. Your face is not visible, but mine clearly is. The other message says, "Next time, I am going to fist you. Or tie you up in a house and watch while twenty guys fuck you and rape your ass. I haven't decided yet. But trust me, there will be a next time." A Casual Encounter Before: I'll keep the background short because I want to tell you about the sex. I went to a pub with some girlfriends. We drank. We got drunk. I went home with a stranger I was flirting with. The encounter: We got to my place and started undressing each other at the front door. Soon we were in the bedroom. He whispered about lube and I got out the baby oil. We lay next to each other on the bed, kissing and cuddling and fondling. He had a huge cock. And thick. I got wet as hell just looking at it. He kissed my breasts and sucked on them. I could feel the tingle going from my nipples to my belly to my clit. It was already swollen. He told me to lay on top of him with my back to him. The length of my body was shorter than his but even though my but was on his belly I could still feel his huge cock nudging my cunt. He poured baby oil all over my pussy, all the way to my ass. Then he poured oil onto his cock. "You got a wet pussy baby, but now it's very wet and very oily." He said. I didn't mind, in fact the oily wetness dripping everywhere turned me on too. He raised his legs and told me to put my feet on his thighs while spreading my pussy as wide as I could. "I like a pussy being spread even wider than this. Do you like to spread your pussy very wide?" "Oh yes, my legs can't get wider than this though." "I have an idea, tell me if you want to do it. We glue your pussy lips to your legs, it will open your cunt wider than it's ever been before. Your clit will stand out much further as well. And I want to turn that dresser mirror a little so we can watch ourselves fuck and be fucked." For a drunk guy he was suddenly quite sober. "What do you want to use as glue?" I asked a little apprehensively. "Model glue, you use it on model airplanes and such but it bonds skin without burning it. As luck would have it, I have some in my pants." "Are you sure it won't hurt?" "Positive," he said. He got the glue and turned the mirror and I lay back down on top of him. He put glue on my pussy lips and then glued my pussy lips to my thighs. He was right, that was wider than I could ever spread my pussy myself and my clit stood out, pink and swollen for him. He wasn't kidding about the very oily part because he oiled us both again. He bit me in the neck and shoulder softly and then reached down to my breasts and gently caressed the nipples until they were hard for him. I was so hot and wet, I could feel the juice dripping out of my cunt and on top of it his cock was nudging my cunt and getting juice on it. I was grinding against him, lifting my hips, wanting his cock to fuck me. He left my breasts and moved his hands to my pussy. Using both forefingers to stroke the inside pussy lips on both sides of my clit but without touching my clit. This was too much for me and I could feel myself starting to cum. "No!" He barked and slapped my pussy very hard. "Not now. Now I tease you, you go berserk, then I make you cum. Tell me when to stop." " I liked it when you hit my pussy. It stopped me from cuming but it left a nice feeling. Do you want to hit my cunt again?" "Yes, if you want to. I'll hit you to stop cumming. Want me to?" "Yes, yes, yes." I said "But it makes me even hornier." "I know but delay it, you know the climax will be even bigger then." "Yes, then do it until I can't take it anymore." "Oh girl, you're in for a treat." He started flicking my clit, it got very hard, very quickly. All too soon I was grinding and lifting and moaning. And then he hit my pussy again. So hard. I carried on lifting my hips. He slapped my pussy over and over, hard. It hurt but it was soooo nice. I started lifting faster and he stopped. "Noooooooo!" I screamed. "Fuck me, noooooooo don't stop." I cried. He didn't move, his hands were rubbing the side of my butt. "Wanna cum baby?" He asked "Yes, Yes. Please let me cum, I beg you." I pleaded. "From the beginning then and this time I won't stop." He oiled us a little, then he started rubbing my cunt. He ran his finger around my hole and put a finger inside which caused the tingle to run down my spine and into my pussy in anticipation. Then he ran his finger around my anus. He took his hand and softly rubbed my pussy with his whole hand, he touched everything at once. He came back up with his hand to my mouth and played with my lips until I opened my mouth and licked my pussy juice off his hand. He went back down to my swollen, sopping wet pussy and started to rub my clit. Nice and hard. "Faster." I begged gasping. He went faster. And faster. And I was cumming and screaming. He didn't stop, he rubbed my throbbing, pulsating clit and cunt. I felt another orgasm coming. This one was even more intense than the first and I was screaming with my hips lifted as far as I could. He pushed my hips back down with the other hand and started to rub my pussy slowly again. It was very sensitive. He kept stroking, playing with my clit, pulling it over and over. I became swollen again and he slapped my pussy, but not very hard, just a firm slap. He slapped over and over and faster and faster and before I realised it my hips were up again because my cunt, red and swollen was cuming from a pussy slapping. That climax was the best. I don't think I have ever gripped, squeezed and screamed like that before or since. I was drained and exhausted. He sat me up on his belly and then told me to suck his cock for him. My pleasure, as I bent forward to suck him, I could feel his tongue on my pussy licking me. I took him in my mouth, deep. I let his cock back out a bit and put my tongue in his pisshole. I swirled my tongue around his cock. Then I let it out of my mouth completely and started to lick his balls. He opened his legs wider for me and spread his cheeks and I licked his asshole and stuck my tongue up and tickled him inside his ass. He growled loudly, wanting to cum, but I said "No honey, this works both ways." He moaned with pleasure. I went back to his balls and put a ball in my mouth and sucked on it. He growled and slapped me hard on my leg. I knew that was the signal to stop. I started to bite his legs, moving from the knee down. I bit his inner thigh and he jumped. I grabbed his cock and shoved all of it into my mouth and pumped it in and out. I bit his cock head gently. He was moving his hips now, trying to grind his cock deeper into my mouth. I sucked that delicious dick as hard as I could, I love precum. He grabbed my hips lifted me up and dropped me on his cock. "Fuck!" I shouted breathlessly. "Do it again" he answered just as out of breath. I lifted myself off his cock and then dropped onto him with his cock filling my cunt and making me gasp and shout. Then he held my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. His cock sliding in and out of my cunt. Pussy juice and precum everywhere. He fucked so hard and so fast it felt like seconds and I was cuming again and so was he. He came first, slamming my cunt onto his cock over and over while I could feel his cum squirting up my pussy. We slowed down and I got off his chest. We lay next to each other again, satisfied, but still kissing. He wanted to suck some of his cum from my tender pussy and I let him. That was such a great feeling he could have done it all night. He had enough and came back up and pushed his cum in my mouth. I eagerly accepted. He put my hand on his cock and it was getting big and hard again. He turned me around and I got on all fours. He helped me spread my pussy as wide as I could go. Then he oiled my pussy again and rubbed my cunt and my clit slowly. I got swollen and he rubbed faster. I started grinding and he rubbed my pussy fast, rubbing that clit until I felt like popping. He rubbed some more and suddenly I was cuming and squirting pussy juice. He licked up my pussy juice and licked my clit just a bit. It felt so good. Then he put his cock up my ass. He pumped me in the ass, and I grinded against him for more. Too soon he let himself cum and I could feel four thick wads going up my ass. I was so horny but not near to climax. He let his cock slip out of my ass and made a fist and pushed it into my pussy. He pumped me in my pussy with his fist, all still oily and slick. I wanted him to fist me harder but he said no. He took his fist out and told me to turn and lay under him and take his cock into my mouth. I did, and at the same time I could feel him sucking my clit. We sucked and sucked until we both had enough. I was exhausted and fell asleep immediately. When I woke up he was gone. I regret only one thing and that is I did not get his name.