3 comments/ 33262 views/ 14 favorites Whiskey Chick By: johnnieblue44 Whiskey Chick is what she called herself. At least, that's how she signed her first e-mail to me. "I really love your stories, Johnnie. So vivid and descriptive. They each get me soaking wet, each one more so than the next. You sound like a man who knows how to please a woman, and I sure know how to please a man. What would you think about making a story of our own? I've always wanted to do that, RSVP. Love, Whiskey Chick in Arkansas." I wrote back and thanked her, of course, being the polite and eternally horny author that I am, but included a sentence that said I couldn't find any Lit stories under her name, yet I would be more than flattered to write a story together. Two days later, the reply came. "Who said anything about writing a story together, silly man? I want to MAKE a story of our own. Ya know, like real life sex. Wanna fly me to Philly? I've never been, but always wanted to see how the Liberty Bell would look after some hot fuckin'. xoxo, WC" Now we're talkin', I thought, a woman after my own heart and mind. I sent her a photo and a little info about myself, and her response came more quickly this time. "Day-umm, boy, you're even hotter than you sound in your stories, I think I would just luuuv to fuck you. Here's a little bio of my own, sweetheart. My real name is Karen, I'm forty-two years old, five-foot-three, one hundred and eighteen pounds soaking wet (and I'm pretty much always wet), have thick, auburn hair that's halfway down to my ass. I'm a cocktail waitress in an, ahem, adult club, but I only work three nights a week, Thursday through Saturday, so I have plenty of time to play. Yes, I used to strip, but I make almost twice as much now just serving drinks, and I can take my clothes off for whomever I want nowadays. I have 38DD tits (I confess they are enhanced), a stomach you could bounce quarters off of, a cute little bubble ass, taut thighs, lean legs, and a little red landing strip of a patch over my tight puss, which I call Little Red Ride-Me-Hood. My body has allowed me to buy a twelve-acre ranch house outside of Hot Springs. And if you're interested in that sort of thing, well, I humbly consider myself (blushing slighly) the BEST LITTLE COCKSUCKER IN THE RAZORBACK STATE. Just to prove that, on Saturdays, after-hours, we hold a little 50-50 drawing for the regulars, twenty dollars a ticket, and the winner gets a choice either to keep the winnings, or get a back room BJ from me. Let's put it this way, for nineteen weeks in a row now, nobody kept the money! (But, don't worry, I give it all to charity. I'm a slut, but not a whore, lol!) And, oh, yes, I just won a Miss Hawaiian Tropic bikini contest for women over thirty. The judges couldn't believe I was forty-two. Wanna see the video?" Uh, why yes, I think I do want to see that video, Whiskey, thanks. I saw it, and it was good, very good, day-um good. The flight reservation was booked the next day. So, after a night or two of scalding hot pre-visit phone sex, I found myself standing near the baggage claim in terminal B of the Baltimore Airport, just me and my hard-on, awaiting Whiskey Chick's arrival down the concourse ramp for a twenty-four hour carnal rendezvous solely for the purpose of creating a Literotica story based on personal research. (Baltimore was a slightly longer drive than Philly from where I lived, but the flight schedule was more convenient on short notice. Hence, Whiskey's arrival in Crabtown.) I'm not smart enough to make this stuff up, believe me. She came into view and at first, she was dressed so conservatively, more so than I had expected, I didn't realize this was the voluptuous sex kitten I had just imported from the South for sexual aerobics with a complete stranger, albeit a self-proclaimed cock-sucking aficionado. That helps. It helps a lot. Her hair was tied up in a loose conservative bun, and she wore librarian-like horn-rimmed eyeglasses. Her more than ample breasts were concealed sneakily behind a loose charcoal gray sweater, and she wore a black dress that was down to mid-calf, just about the spot where her fashionable leather high-heel boots ended. She recognized me immediately and greeted me with a soft, sensual kiss, her tongue snaking between her bright red, full lips into my mouth for just a second, and she stepped back, letting the back of her palm graze against the slowly rising bulge in my suit pants, almost as if by accident. "Mmmm, you look good and feel enough to eat, baby," she cooed, nibbling on my ear. "Don't be fooled by this outfit, if I don't dress this way when I travel, well, I get some unwanted attention, and I'm saving my private showing for only for you, darlin'. So let's get to your car, shall we, and let the show begin?" When we reached the car in the parking garage, the show indeed commenced. Karen let loose the bun that held her silky, light brown hair which fell onto her still-concealed but very noticeable chest and gave me a slow, deep, scalding hot tongue-dance of a kiss while again rubbing my cock fervently as the heat of the kiss escalated. "Mmmm, you surely weren't fabricatin' the size of that monster, Johnnie boy. I might have to give you one of those East-Coast gangster names. Ya know, like Johnnie da Cock. Or maybe Johnnie Eight Inch. How's that sound?" She giggled at her own Sopranos humor, but gee, it was cute, I kinda liked it. I've been called a lot worse, that's for sure. When she eased into the front seat, she purred, "Lexus, I knew you were a man with taste. And, I'll bet you taste good, too. Let me prepare for my meal. I'm waaay overdressed for the ride." We weren't long out of the parking lot and onto the access road when Karen had pulled her heavy wool sweater over her head and the famous Arkansas puppies made their first known appearance in the Mid-Atlantic, supported by a light purple, satin underwire bra that struggled to hold up the mountains like a skinny man trying to bench-press too much free weight on a set of barbells. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road, and we still had more than an hour to drive since I lived in southern-most Chester County in Pennsylvania, just over the Delaware state line. Karen next reached down to take her knee-high leather boots off of her feet, and in doing so while facing towards me, all but the nipples of her massive mammaries spilled downward from the cups of the pretty bra, like two ripe, mid-sized watermelons. She leaned around and placed the boots gently onto the back seat, not saying a word, just peering at me lustfully with fawn-brown eyes over her designer, brown-rimmed eyeglass frames that were perched perilously on her cute, turned-up nose. She brought two manicured fingertips to her right hip, and slowly peeled down the zipper of her suede dress, finally lifting her legs, one by one, up onto the top of the dashboard, and shimmied out of the dress with pronounced wiggles and waggles, raising her buttocks from the upholstery until the dress was extracted from her hind quarters. She folded the dress delicately and also placed it on the rear seat, took her glasses off, put them in her purse, and sat there gazing at me in only a bra and a pair of lacy, beige thong panties, which looked like they were wedged up her gooey slit in a triangular, vaginal strangle-hold. I was now harder than a complex calculus problem on a SAT exam. I had truly never seen a more magnificent sample of the female anatomy, soft and curvy, yet not an ounce of fat on her. A slim waist, round hips, a flat, lean tummy, great bubble ass, and of course, certainly not to be ignored, a set of hugely disproportionate but not-egregiously-so tits. She came as advertised in her written self-appraisal, and then some. "You like?" she purred, knowing damn well how I would reply. I answered as solemnly as I would have were I under oath. "I've never seen a more beautiful body, Karen. You are absolutely spectacular." She grinned like a woman who had heard such accolades hundreds, thousands of times, and then turned her bottom lip into a mock pout. "But you haven't even seen my real prizes yet, Johnnie Eight Inch." I could get used to this nickname, I thought, except I was so excited, it might have grown even bigger than that right about now. She reached around her back and unclasped the hook on her bra strap. Two football-sized tits swung from their imprisonment, no longer held captive by straining, overmatched lace. Her pink, erect nipples were approximately the length and width of my pinky tip to my first knuckle, and she reached down to cup her right breast in her small palm, and lapped on it languidly, her long tongue tracing wet circles around the enlarged, fleshy, puffy, salmon-hued areola. "What do ya think of THESE?" She grinned as she kissed her tit. Uh, Daddy like. Daddy like a lot. With her other hand, she snaked her fingers to her crotch and tautly pulled the stringy fabric of her thong into a tight, fisted wad, and pulled it deeply into her snatch, tickling her clit as she did so, and her thick, swollen labia pushed out lewdly, and she began to stroke her lips with two fingers, beginning to moan softly now. Precum poured from my tortured dick slit and puddled in a warm, sticky pond on the lap of my trousers. This did not go unnoticed by my front-seat, masturbating vixen, and she mercifully lowered her head onto my lap, careful not to let the steering wheel impede her descent, and tugged at my belt and zipper until my shaft sprung free from my boxers, the angry purple head popping out first with a vengeance and an agenda. "Oooooo, fuck, huge, wow!" Karen gushed. "I've seen more than my fair share of cock in my day, but this one is soooooo above average, God-day-um, boy!" She leaned farther over now so much so that the top of her head was pressed against my driver-side door, and began to mash her tits together over my shaft. Now it was my turn to moan. She stuck her dual monsters against my penile stick shift, bouncing my pole wildly back and forth between her soft but firm globes. "Windshield wipers," she giggled. She next lifted my own ass high of the seat so that she could pull my pants down to my ankles, and I glanced at the roadside sign that announced we were approaching Elkton, Maryland. I struggled to maintain focus. I couldn't get us killed, that would be a tragedy. Not so much the end of life itself, but to do so without first experiencing the charms and talents of this incredible sex machine would be cataclysmic. 'Just get us home, Lord, and let me cum, in her, on her, and you can take me anytime', I silently prayed. Only half-kidding. Karen cooed as she slapped my hypertrophied dick all over her cheeks and lips and chin. "Mmmm, I call a dick this big a 'face' cock. Do you know what a 'face' cock is, Johnnie?" She didn't wait for, nor expect, an answer. She gripped my dick firmly with two hands and stretched it out as long as it had ever gone. I had to admit as I glanced down, she had me huge, and it looked it. "A 'face' cock, my dear, well-hung boy, is one of the rare ones that is as long as the length of my entire face." She proved it by placing it against her chin, and it extended to the tip of her forehead, snaking under the bangs of her hair. She looked up at me dreamily and smiled. "And now I'm gonna, oooh, boy, that's BIG....... I'm gonna suck it and show you what a Arkansas cowgirl can do with a great dick." Four things transpired that made the next thirty minutes those of unrivaled historical significance in my proud experience of being a recipient of oral greatness. First and foremost, it was, to this day, the best, most erotic, most sensual blowjob I have ever received. Perhaps it was partially the fact that I was driving, and it was dark, and I couldn't clearly witness the activities evolving in my nether regions, so my primary active tactile sense was feeling myself getting expertly sucked. Whatever the setting, Karen took me the the brink of orgasm endlessly with her beguiling, heavenly, often theatrical, sometimes astounding, frequently torturous, unprecedented, ball-tingling, mind-numbing, oral and manual stimulation of my genitals. It was the Botticelli of Blowjobs; the Harley-Davidson of Hummers; the..... well, it was a helluva fuckin' blowjob! Let's put it another way, fellas. If you ever win that 50-50 lottery in Karen's club, I don't recommend you pocket the money, understand? Opt for Plan A. Trust me. Second, the stretch of Interstate 95 between Elkton, Maryland and the Pennsylvania border is only about a twenty-five minute drive, with the narrow wisp of Northern Delaware accounting for about twenty miles of that. So, when Karen descended her head in Maryland and raised it shortly after we had passed the the sign that said, "Welcome to Pennsylvania" (or perhaps more appropriately, Well-Cum to Pennsylvania), I had officially been sucked off continually for three states, my inaugural Tri-State BJ. Only forty-seven more to go. (How far to Alaska, anyway?) Next, Karen had employed a special technique that all men secretly crave, but Karen's unique execution of it should be patented. Ya know that ultra-sensitive spot just under the balls and above the anus, ya know that spot? Well, Whiskey Chick sure did! When she finally permitted me to approach sweet release through a trio of the Mid-Atlantic states with wicked though wonderful oral teasing, when she was sure my cock was going to start to explode, she let go of her manual manipulations of my balls and pressed real firm just above the anus with three fingers, without using her fingernails, of course. Once she felt my cock starting to shoot, Karen pressed that spot firm until my cock throbbed twice and only twice, as she seemed to instinctively sense that more than that could cause pain for me. She then, with impeccable timing, intuitively released the pressure right before she felt that third pulse and pushed her mouth hard on my tip like a high-powered vacuum and opened her throat for the challenge, cause it blew and blew hard, the most explosive and prolonged burst I'd ever enjoyed. Last, but certainly not least, she raised her head up, hot sticky cum dripping everywhere, and even though I was driving, she took my head in her cum-soaked hands and kissed me hungrily, swiveling my head only enough to assure my eyes were still on the road, and dumped a warm, full mouthful of my fresh, tangy seed deep into my own mouth. "You just passed the test, Johnnie da Cock, on all levels," Karen said, impressed. "I always know a man who drinks his own cum from my mouth will be a real freak when it comes to other fun, creative carnal activities." She glanced out the window to try to get her geographical bearings, although she had no clue where we were. "So, how far are we from your house?" Not close enough, Karen. She sat the rest of the way in only her thong, the seat saturated beneath her as she alternated diddling herself and teasing my cock back to stiffness with the fingers of either hand, sometimes simultaneously. When I did finally pull into the driveway of my townhouse, she made no attempt whatsoever to gather up her discarded clothes. She did grab for her travel bag, though, and slung it over her naked shoulder. She still wore only the thong that had spent a good portion of the ride jammed up her sopping gash. I saw my elderly neighbor, Mr. O'Grady, walking his tiny dog on his lawn, mere feet from where we had parked, and in full view of my front step, even in the moonlit darkness. "Uh, Karen, um, aren't you going to put some, um, clothes on?" I asked. Naively, as it turned out. "Nah, why bother? It''s not like I'm gonna need 'em, and it's a short walk. Besides, it'll give your neighbors something to talk about, and the old man a nice memory." She climbed out of the car, or rather, I should more accurately say, she followed her tits as they sashayed up the path, her barely-covered luscious ass bouncing merrily behind. "Hi," she yelled cordially, waving to the shocked dog-walker. "Have a nice evenin' now, sir!" I scurried to the door, fully clothed, thankfully, and escorted Karen's nearly naked, sensational body inside hastily. Mr. O'Grady probably never knew what he did to deserve that favor, but I have a feeling he'll go to his grave without Mrs. O' Grady getting wind of what he saw that night. Next time he saw me, a few days later, he gave me a exaggerated salute and a thumbs-up, drool seeping down his chin he was grinning so broadly. Even the canine somehow looked duly impressed. When we got inside the door, I immediately pushed Karen up against the wall and began to devour her sublime body. There were so many curves and valleys and peaks and holes, well, I almost didn't know where to begin. So, I decided her tits would be a nice target, for starters. I lapped at her incredible tits like a kitten with a bowl of warm milk. I pressed them together, sucked one distended nipple, then the other, then did my best to caress and pinch and tug on them until she was moaning and writhing with desire. Still sucking eagerly on her huge mounds, I led her with one hand into the living room and plopped her down on my couch, stripping off my own clothes while doing so, my big dick popping out and ready for some renewed action. Karen reached for my shaft, but I gently but firmly slapped her arm away. "Nope, it's my turn to play with you. You just relax," I ordered, and Karen complied, leaning her head back on two pillows to watch the events unfold. She wore only that thong which had already invaded her sopping gash, and I rolled Karen onto her side, gripped both the front and back of the strings on the thong, and pulled. Hard. Then harder. The fabric encroached into both her pussy and her anus simultaneously, the silk tickling her clit as I pulled it back and forth like a see-saw. The material was stretched so taut now that I had Karen in a virtual cradle, almost lifting her entire body off the couch from the mere force of the rough tugging of the g-string. She groaned in ecstasy, "This is so fucking wild, I can't tell you, unghhh, oh...... how good, mmph, fuck.... that feels on my clit, no one has ever done this before. Shiiiiiitttt, yes, God, ooooohhhhh!" I ceased this assault reluctantly only because I couldn't wait any longer to dip my tongue into that inviting honey pot that streamed juices down her thighs. She had the tiniest puff of a triangular-shaped directional arrow pointing down from just above her mound towards her slit, and I interpreted it to say, "Insert appendages here." So I did. I stood up next to the couch, and lifted Karen's legs over my shoulders, her hips high in the air, so that only her head and shoulders were still on the pillows, and gave her a fair warning. "I'm going to eat your beautiful cunt now, Whiskey Chick, until your head explodes." She smiled and curled one finger at me, motioning for me to descend to the Promised Land. With her other hand, she spread her cunt lips for me, and issued this directive. "I know how much you love pussy. How much you love to look at my moist pink lips, look at my hot cunt. The only thing missing is a stream of thick white cum oozing and dripping. Your thick white cum . . . but that's for later. Now I want you to lick it. Lick it with your tongue. Every fold and crevice." Great minds think alike. Without any hint, I grabbed the thin fabric of her thong at its most vulnerable point, and ripped it to shreds as she gasped in delighted arousal, knowing she was now completely taken. I lowered my head to her cunt. I licked her slit softly with the tip of my tongue moving up one side and down the other. I used the flat of my tongue to lick straight up the center ending with flicks to her clit. I plunged my tongue into her hole and explored her pink folds. My saliva mixed with her juices and my face was immediately soaked with her sex. Whiskey Chick As I concentrated on running the tip of my tongue in the crevice between her inner and outer labia I could hear Karen breathing deeply, and her six-pack tummy began to heave and ripple. I randomly wandered to her clit and sucked on it and she gasped, loudly, her hands trying to find leverage, searching frantically for pillows to hold onto. I concentrated almost exclusively on her swollen clit. Normally, I would tease, but she tasted so fucking good and was already so turned on herself, I decided to focus my concentration on clitoral Ground Zero. Circling it with my tongue, sucking on it, flicking it side-to-side. I knelt down for a better angle, and felt both her hands pulling my head into her crotch. I started sucking on her clit hard. She ground her pussy into my tongue. I could hear Karen panting louder and louder until I heard an intense groan come from deep inside her. Her whole body quivered and vibrated around me. I came up for air and looking up I saw her pained look of pleasure and her breasts jiggling with each convulsion. She exhaled all her breath and flopped backward on the couch. Her stomach rose and fell with her deep breaths. Her pussy was splayed wide open, puffy, wet, and red. A stream of clear juice ran down into her ass crack. Again, without warning, I changed pace and agenda. I picked her up by her ankles and placed her on the carpet so that her back was on the floor and her legs were pointing straight up to the ceiling. She looked at me with a combination of amazement and sheer lust. I'm sure Karen's body and confidence and sexual aggressiveness had intimidated many of her sexual partners in the past, but not this cowboy. I had assumed command of this gorgeous Razorback cocksucker and was determined to fuck her into another time zone. In a move so fast it stole her breath, I grasped Karen by her thin waist and slid my hips between her legs so that my cock was poised to plow into her. I stood close between her thighs, gazing down at her, like a lion torturing its prey before the meal. Taking a firm grip on her tight buns, I lined my twitching cock straight up between us and pulled her up even closer so that the tip of my cock touched her gash. She could feel and see my length along her slit as she began to grind herself against me in urgent thrusts. I could see her juices literally bubbling from within the steamy cauldron of her cunt. The delay was maddening for Karen as I slid my dick along her hole over and over. She wanted to scream, her mouth was contorted into a wide "O". She couldn't take it another second. The words came streaming, "I want you to fuck my PUSSY, John! Make me take it all...deep and HARD. I want to come with you there and my pussy GRIPPING it tight. I want to feel you spurting hot and thick inside! PLEASE, JOHN!" Karen threw her head back and growled her frustration. "I'm so close already!" I held my ground, but she continued her insistent pleas. "Do it now, fuck me!" Enough was enough. With my first thrust, I nearly snapped my big cock in two as it found the deepest recesses of her tight but saturated cunt and banged against her cervix as Karen wailed in conjunction with another convulsive orgasm. I plowed hard into Karen, as hard as I could, perhaps the most savage fucking I had ever unleashed on a woman, such was my hormonal overdrive. The only noise in the house were my heavy balls slapping rhythmically and repeatedly against Karen's butt and pussy, and her primal screams of glee. I turned Karen into the object of my penile bullseye, using my strong cock as a plunging jackhammer, splitting her open, thrust by thrust. I pumped her violently at a six o'clock angle to begin with, then turned to a forty-five degree angle, moving clockwise, so that I was next beside her, to her right, at nine o'clock now, gripping her thighs steadily. I kept pumping, a fast blur now as Karen raised her legs to wrap higher, around my waist. I leaned forward over her, stretching taller. I nearly lost my mind as her pussy started to buzz so strong, it felt like I had a vibrator planted right on the tip of my dick! She was getting perfect pressure from the thickest part of me now, and her cunt muscles wrapped around me in a vaginal death-grip. After two or three more minutes of intense, relentless fucking, I then rotated again so that I was at high noon, straight over her prone, helpless body now, so that Karen was peering right up my asshole while getting savagely reamed, watching my muscled thighs squat to batter her cunt mercilessly, and then as I felt the unmistakable rumble of a massive orgasm begin to overtake my senses. I completed the full circle, moved to her left hip, to three o'clock, withdrew, pumped my cock with my fist, and released a massive torrent of cum that splashed down onto Karen's tits, tummy, thighs, and I finally bent down and wiped my still-spurting pole all over her face. Then I picked her up tenderly in my arms and kissed her as lovingly and softly as a leaf in the breeze. I carried Karen up the stairs to my bedroom and placed her gingerly on the mattress. She was semi-comatose and now that the fucking of a lifetime had ceased and my sexual adrenalin-fueled frenzy had subsided, I was sincerely concerned that perhaps I had bruised her pussy into inactivity for the duration of her stay. I fell into an exhausted slumber next to her, as she snored softly, already sound asleep. Not to worry, as it turned out. I heard the shower water running and rolled over to look at the alarm clock. Three-fourteen, we had been out for over four hours, sufficient enough for me to be instantly hard as I realized Karen was still here, and I could also smell her musky scent of sex and perfume on the pillow next to my head. She took a long time drying and primping herself after she had gotten out of the shower, still in the bathroom behind closed doors, and I heard the zipper of her travel bag being opened and closed frequently. When the door finally opened, I squinted through the illumination to see the vision of beauty and raw sexuality before me. She had accessorized herself spectacularly for our pending middle-of-the-night session, her outfit signaling her intent. I took in her black lace panties, cut low in the front to about an inch above her pubic area and with only a string back, with a floral lace edge, her soft pink skin exposed at the bottom of her matching corset with the attached garter snaps that held her lacy, seamed stockings. Her auburn hair was cascading down in sexy, curly, 'just-fucked' locks that dangled over her protruding chest. She stood at the foot of the bed, smelling of soap, and shampoo, and hair spray, and body lotion, and a flowery perfume, and seductively peeled down the top of her corset, and those impossibly perfect tits once again escaped and made their appearance, defying gravity, as Karen rubbed one hand over her skin of her boobs, gently caressing her mounds. "C'mere," I whispered softly. "You look absolutely stunning, Karen. I want to touch you." She walked to the edge of the bed and looked down on me amorously, and slowly pushed aside the fabric of her thong to expose her pussy, which I observed was now completely bare, not a wisp of hair to be found. "You've shaved," I said admiringly, slipping one finger up inside her as she shivered, both her hands pulling her thong up to allow me freer access. "As lovely as it is, had I known you were planning such a surprise, I was hoping you would grant me the privilege of doing so." She gently gripped my wrist and pushed my digit deeper into her tunnel, which was again wet and sticky with need. "I didn't want to wake you until I was ready for you. And, don't worry, I'll grant you special privileges." She climbed on top of me in a reverse cowgirl position, and lowered herself to prepare us for a sixty-nine exercise. I used my fingers and spread her open, admiring the clean-shaven pinkness I was staring into. Without saying a word, we both already knew it was her ass that needed fucking this time. I slid one finger into her wet pussy just as my tongue met her clit and a knuckle rubbed gently on her tight puckered ass. She just about collapsed onto me, purring, mewing, and she began softly licking a path around the shaft of my cock. I continued to probe her two holes locked onto my face with my moving fingers, finger-fucking her cunt and anus in tandem, feeling my fingers rub against the other on either side of the the thin membrane that separated her vaginal and anal cavities. My middle finger was into her anus now up to the second knuckle, feeling her sphincter expand for the rock-hard, thick cock that was going to soon invade her most intimate hole, and I leisurely rubbed her respective canals, while enjoying the sensation of having my cock sucked by her active lips. I lifted her asscheeks up so that I could watch her consume me with her mouth. Karen took the head of my engorged cock into her mouth, just the head. She clasped her talented lips around me...running her tongue around the head, over the head, into the hole at the tip that surrendered the tangy cream that she had twice taken internally, willingly, and longingly. She held the head there between her lips, holding it while mutually savoring the digital spelunking she was receiving on the other end. My tongue began to rim her pink asshole, lubricating it. I was finally tasting what I wanted to all night. Karen's sweet ass. Meanwhile.....oh, how she sucked my cock...worshipping it, savoring it. Her warm mouth watered with sticky wet saliva that saturated ymy dick, oozing long strands of drool each time she pulled her head back, and with a twirl of her tongue, she sucked the spit back into her throat. Her mouth gripped me tightly and moved from the large head down to the base. My cockhead hit and pressed against the back of Karen's throat. I moaned. She moaned. Her serpent-like tongue reached for my balls, coming just to the top of the sack, where it intersects with the base of my cock. She worked her magical tongue against whatever part of me she could reach. Rolling it against the base of my cock. Heavenly. Slowly she moved back up to the top, as down below I held her ass in my mouth and slowly rolled my tongue inside her anus. Her anal wall touched my lips; next, it was the sides and roof of her inner anal wall, against my tongue. Above, Karen slid the head of my dick in and out and moved her mouth sideways down the underside to the base again. We could barely control ourselves now. She wildly sucked and licked the base of my cock while my hand pumped in and out the upper part of her ass, stretching her. She again took my balls into her mouth. My spit slid down between the cheeks of her ass. We wanted to devour each other. But then we stopped, wanting to save our cum for the bigger picture. And she climbed on top of me, facing away still, and I watched her hands reach back and Karen spread her milky buttocks and displayed her gaping asshole for me. We didn't speak as she gripped my dick with her left hand and made good use of the slickness left there by the sticky spit that was drawn from the back of her mouth. She pumped slowly along the length of it, then slowly pushed my thickness into her vise-like anal tunnel. I watched as her anus opened to accept me. It was among the most erotic things I had ever seen, my dick easing into this beautiful woman's ass, a woman who men contributed to charity to have their dicks sucked by her, and now I was invited to have her ass. Gratis. My pleasure. She leaned back and looked over her shoulder at me, her hair falling over eyes, Fuck, that looked sexy, especially so because my cock was slowly becoming imbedded in her bowels. "This is, uumph, by far, the biggest dick I've ever had in my ass, so we'll go slow. But once, unghhhh, fuck, but once you feel that pop, when you've gotten past my ring, I'm gonna ride you fast and hard, stud. Oooo, fuck..." As she gyrated and maneuvered her body to best fit into her without too much painful discomfort, she bent forward and rubbed the area between my ass and my balls with her finger. This never fails to get my cock even longer, sometimes by perhaps a half-inch, and I could actually feel my cock expand within her, until..... "POP!" With a groan from me and a window-rattling wail from Karen, she shimmied her ass up and down on my pole, utilizing her prior experience as a dancer to anally ride me, and she clenched her rear muscles so vigorously that I though she would snap off my cock at the root. I'm not even going to try to represent that I was an anal-fucking machine with super-hero stamina. I'd like to tell you that I plunged her behind for the duration of the evening and well past dawn, but once I heard and felt that pop and she began to grasp me with her anus, I shot a stream of cum into Karen vertically that might just have reached her esophagus, it was that intense. But, just to be sure that SOME cum touched her throat, when Karen realized I was shooting, she jumped off of me, spinning her newly-fucked ass into my face, and she sucked my cock while I licked my seed out of her spewing sphincter. A dual ass-to-mouth cum-sucking team. Never had that happened before, or since. I still get hard at each memory of it. In fact, I'm stroking myself as I try to type this. Whew......... Moving along... Karen and I woke up in the morning and fucked. We rested and snuggled and talked and kissed (Oh, how she could KISS!), and then we fucked and sucked again. I made her breakfast (well, OK, I heated a frozen muffin in the microwave and boiled a pot of tea, I'm not as talented in the kitchen, but after all, this is an erotic story website, so go to the Food Network if you want culinary delights), we went to the shower, and we masturbated each other into a soapy lather until I fucked her against the tiled wall until my dick cried, "Uncle! No mas!" But then, the visit really got good. Karen still craved cock. Hmm, what to do, what to do..... When Karen got dressed, she wore a simple outfit of a black blouse and a pair of TIGHT designer jeans that clung to her tits and hips and legs and ass respectively like a shipwrecked sailor clings to his lifeboat. She had to wear a bra, she just HAD to, but it was a definite 'no panty' day under the jeans. Her camel-toe jutted out of her crotch prominently, her labia were still so swollen and puffy and her jeans were so snugly painted on, you could clearly see the creases in her folds through the denim. She accentuated her attire with a pair of black five-inch stilettos with pointy leather heels. As mind-boggling as her body was naked, and I had a birds-eye view of every crevice since almost the minute she had arrived, if possible, she looked even hotter dressed like this. Know what I mean, guys and gals? I was flying her back from Philly airport this time instead of Baltimore, because she could get a direct flight from Philly to Little Rock, so that gave us a little time to see that Liberty Bell. But first, Karen informed me that she could not, in good conscience, return to Arkansas without having sampled a Philly cheesesteak (ah, she continued to show impeccable taste, a woman of true culture!), so we first made a detour to a little hole in the wall I knew in the Roxborough section of the city. I knew the owners, former high school classmates of mine, who jointly owned the joint, so to speak, and I gave them an advance call so that we could get the royal treatment upon our arrival. Little did I know that Karen would express her gratitude in a similar manner, with unique Southern hospitality. Naturally, Karen turned the heads of every, and I mean EVERY male patron in the small neighborhood restaurant when we entered. I do have to admit that her ass looked simply irresistible in those jeans, and those tits pretty much required their own zip code. Even the young, cute, raven-haired waitress who came to take our order eyed up Karen with a combination of womanly envy mixed with an acknowledgement of her sexual aura. Not surprisingly, Murph, one of the owners, soon hurried up to our table, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Karen, who batted her eyelids at him fetchingly. Murph appeared to be hypnotized by Karen, and he essentially ignored me while he flirted unashamedly with her. Not that I blamed him, but this was Murph's modus operandi ever since high school. I never really liked him, I always just kind of tolerated him in that way you do with a high school classmate out of a sense of fraternity or camaraderie or school spirit. Or something. He was self-centered and narcissistic and fancied himself a ladies man from way back when. Although he did have good reason to be confident with one piece of his anatomy. A good basketball player in his day, the tall, thin Murph was called 'The Tripod' in high school because his legendary dick entered the shower about ten inches before the rest of his body. One of the most vivid images I retained from my own time on the b-ball team was when were celebrating a big win over an arch rival, and Murph emerged naked from the shower, jumped up on one of the benches, grabbed his genitalia, waved it around like a baton twirler, and yelled, in a rather unique victory cry, "Swingin' dick! Everybody out of the way!" That story has relevance only because as he was talking with Karen, pressing ever closer to her as she nibbled on her cheesesteak (yep, we Philadelphians are rightfully proud of our minimal contributions to culture, such as cream cheese, the pretzel, and, of course, the cheesesteak), she wiped the whiz from her chin with a long lick from her tongue, which did appear obscenely long, matching the obvious growing bulge in Murph's own jeans, who was making no movement to conceal his hard-on. And Karen, observant little cock-hungry vixen that she was, made notice. "Murph," she cooed, resting her hand on Murph's thigh now, teasing him excessively, or so I thought. "I have a little pet name for Johnnie here. I call him Johnnie Eight Inch." Murph's eyes darted between me, taking my temperature as my date accelerated her teasing, and Karen's hand, easing up his leg. "And, gosh, I sucked him and fucked him to the point where, well......" Karen squeezed Murph's dick under the table, and his eyes nearly ripped from his socket like Jim Carrey's alter-ego character in the movie 'The Mask'. She continued, and I watched mesmerized myself now, a spectator to Karen's blazing and blatant sexuality, not the least bit jealous, shockingly. I was curious to see how far she would take this. "Well, anyway, I think I tuckered poor Johnnie out, at least for a little bit." Murph glanced at me, expecting me to intercede at any time, but I didn't flinch, my own gaze watching Karen rub Murph's pecker more eagerly now. Karen peeked at me and winked. "So, Mr. Cheesesteak Restaurant Owner, I'm still horny, and it feels like maybe this is our lucky day, 'cause I may have found a dick even bigger than Johnnie's, and you look like you'd be willing to give John a lifetime supply of cheesesteaks if I sucked your cock right about now." Murph nodded, again looking at me for approval, but I just shrugged and gave Murph a thumbs-up "Hey, go for it, Murph, she's the best little cocksucker in the Razorback state, and with merit. I couldn't get it up right now with a crane." I smiled at Karen, who leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Do you want to suck Murph's cock, beautiful?" I asked, already knowing the answer like a good lawyer does. Her eyes lit up and she clapped her hands. That was a yes. "Then I wanna watch, OK?" Murph led us to his back office, winking at many of the male customers, some of whom burst out in applause and wolf-whistles. Karen seemed to drink it all in and revel in the attention that her sluttiness had created. It dawned on me for the first time that she got off on this, it was her own modus operandi. And, more so, she had almost met her sexual match in a battle of wills and stamina when she met me, and now she was going to demonstrate that no man would ever out-perform her. This was her somewhat twisted parting shot to me, but instead of being repulsed, I was profoundly turned on. Whiskey Chick And, hey, what the fuck, a lifetime supply of cheesesteaks is nothing that a true Philly boy would sneeze at. Murph locked the door to his small office behind us, I found a seat on a folding chair, Karen took off her blouse and bra, and Murph didn't need an instruction manual to know what to do next. His pants dropped below his knees, leaving all of his impressive genitalia exposed and available to Karen, whose eyes had clouded over in pure, unadulterated sexual desire at this monster cock dangling in front of her face. It was apparent that she liked an audience, I thought back to her comments about giving nineteen consecutive weeks of blowjobs to lucky lottery winners in the strip club where she worked; it was all making perfect sense now. This got her off, big time. She needed to let others see the control she had over cocks. When you stop to think about it, it's an endearing trait in a woman. She lifted Murph's big cock up towards his stomach, tilted her pretty head to the right, and attacked his balls with a vengeance, slathering them as she did my own with her world-class tongue and lips. Licking them, squeezing them between her lips, sucking them as if they were cocks. She cupped them with her right hand while still stroking his cock with her left hand. As she had done so expertly to me, she wanted to work every part of him with all of her that she had available: hands, mouth, tongue, lips, spit, and of course, those massive tits, she alternated every so often with a tit-fuck. Karen's and Murph's moans echoed and bounced off the walls and the acoustical ceiling tiles. When she tasted him again, she dragged her tongue up the length of his cock as if licking an ice cream cone. She did it again, teasing all of us in the process...prolonging taking Murph's cock back into her mouth. On the third trip up, she suddenly and in one uninterrupted motion slid her mouth over the top of his cock, took him down her throat again, held him there. Frenetically, she twisted her head left to right several times while tightening her mouth around him. Then, as suddenly as she went down, she pulled away, his huge cock completely removed from her mouth now. She grasped it with her left hand again, pumped it and looked up at him. He was looking down at her with a look of sheer astonishment, sweat pouring down his brow now. Karen looked up at him, almost condescendingly, this was like watching Muhammad Ali toy with Sonny Liston, teasing him brutally, knowing she could knock him out whenever she damn well pleased, but she first wanted to punish. "Perhaps you want to enter my throat again," she said, more as a statement of fact than an inquiry. She resumed fucking him with her mouth at the same pace at which she had fucked me with her pussy earlier. She raised a hand from underneath him to cup over and squeeze gently on his balls while she sucked him hard. Even from where I sat (my cock was now, magically, fully engorged once again, witnessing this Olympian oral exhibit), I knew from the salty addition of his pre-cum to her spit that he was close, and she started backing off from the head of his cock. From there, her grip on the base of his shaft loosened, and she stroked him quickly, letting his bulbous cockhead bounce off her lips and out-stretched tongue. Murph's eyes wandered pleadingly down to her face, begging her to permit him to cum, then over to me to check on my handiwork. I was jerking off now to this display; it was equally exciting to be a spectator as it was to participate. Murph's cock had grown monstrous in size and throbbed in her grip, and after swirling her tongue for a moment while stroking him off, we were all rewarded a couple minutes later with a straight stream of Murph's cum all over Karen's tongue and upper lip. I moaned with him, continuing my stroking, tilting my head back slightly, and watching his creamy seed splashing all over her face. As we say in Philly, "Cheese wid". (For you socially bankrupt heathens out there, devoid of any local language slang that's indigenous to the City of Brotherly Love, that's 'cheese with', thank you.) So, in conclusion, Murph got his blowjob from the unchallenged Razorback oral queen. Karen got her visit to the Liberty Bell, two big cocks to suck on to duly commemorate her trip, and a vigorous 'thank you' finger-fucking under the seam of her jeans from me as a fitting send-off in the airport parking garage before her flight home. And me? I got a lifetime supply of cheesesteaks. And a ripping good yarn to write about. * Thanks, Whiskey Chick. I hope you liked your story half as much as I enjoyed reliving it. Xoxo