0 comments/ 68551 views/ 3 favorites Rushed By: Dyrtytailz Hello, My name is Ava. I'm a pretty normal woman. Average height red/brown hair a slimish figure with nice round c-cups. I'd like to tell you all a little story that still pinkens my cheeks to tell. My husband was to take me out for dinner, we had reservations and everything. I was running exceedingly late getting ready and my husband was growing slightly impatient. As I came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel he looked me over with a devilish grin. I had my outfit laid out on the bed and as I began drying my hair he made a few adjustments to my chosen attire. By the time my hair was dry enough for me to dress The only thing on the bed was a silk blouse and panties. "Are you crazy?" I asked him. "Better get dressed or you won't have time to put make-up on, we've got to be out the door in five minutes." My husband responded. I played along expecting to get my skirt right before we left, we joke around like this a lot. I pulled the thong panties on and adjusted them between my buttocks and then buttoned the blouse up hastily and turned to put my make-up on. In the mirror I could see my nipples gently pointing through the this fabric. Outside it was drizzling softly. Going without a bra would turn me on, and this WAS supposed to be a 'romantic' evening. My make-up was down right at the five minute mark and I turned to my husband. "Skirt." I said. He shook his head and motioned towards the bedroom door. "I put it in the car." He said. "Alright." I smiled and allowed him to lead me out of the house and over to the car where he unlocked the driver's side door, got in then reached over and let me in. Standing barefoot on the wet driveway in just a blouse and panties was exhilarating. There was a slight breeze blowing cool mist against my bare legs. I looked around at the darkened houses of the neighborhood. Anyone could look out and if they were paying enough attention see that I had no bottoms on. As the engind started and my door was opened I climbed in slipping my low heels on as soon as the door shut. "Where's my skirt?" I asked as my husband backed onto the street and began driving. "It's in the trunk, I'll get it when we get there." He smiled. "Just enjoy, I want you to be on fire when we get home tonight." I must admit I was feeling very aroused and continued to enjoy the exposure I was allowing myself. It was a fifteen minute ride to the restaurant and when we pulled in I excitedly looked around the parking lot. There were several people around none of whom had any clue that there was a half naked woman only a few feet away. "I have something to tell you." My husband said. "I really didn't bring your skirt." My head snapped in his direction as my cheeks turned scarlet, was he about to tell me to go into a restaurant half naked? "Now that I'm thinking about it, I can't believe I did it, it seemed like such a good idea at the time. It made me horny just thinking about it, but now we're here and I can't believe I really did it." "Well what do we do?" I asked "Should we skip dinner, I AM very horny." "Are you hungry?" He asked, I nodded. "Maybe a drive-thru and a quiet place to park?" I looked out at the parking lot and then down at the bottom of the blouse, I gently tugged the blouse down as far as it would go, and it reached my upper thigh about two to three inches below my crotch. "You aren't?" My husband asked. "Open your door before I chicken out." I said. A moment later his door sprang open and he came around to get mine. I swung my legs out of the car and stood up smoothing the blouse down as I walked. The wind whipped mist against my bottom and I looked down to see my nipples beginning to show as dark spots as the rain lightened the silk. My stomache lurched and I swallowed hard, a few more steps and I would be through the door and within the building where there would be no turning back. The doors opened and clinging dreamily to my husband's arm I walked in. "Reservation for Two, under @!$#$." My husband said, and I censored it. I felt eyes behind me and turned to see a waiter checking me out. "Right this way." The concierge said coldly and led us briskly through the restaurant to a table away from the main dining area. "Enjoy." He said and laid two leather bound menus down. As I sat the back of the blouse came up and I was glad to be in a solid backed chair as I could feel the leather on my bare bottom. I was totally safe seated and I ate my meal almost forgetting my state of attire. We enjoyed a drink, and some dessert then it was time to leave. We settled our check and left a healthy tip, as we approached the door we could see that outside the rain had progressed to a torrential downpour. I took my shoes off and prepared to run for the car. My husband looked over at me with a smile as he looked me up and down. "You look great." He said, and threw open the doors. I stepped out running and as the rain hit my back I stopped and looked back into the restaurant. Two waiters were looking out the door, behind them I could see the concierge shaking his head. My blouse was already drenched through and I fumbled into my pocketbook for a ten dollar bill. Once I found it and much to my husband's surprise as he had already reached the car I walked back in and handed the concierge the ten. "We almost forgot to tip you, the meal was wonderful, thank-you." I said. My blouse clung to my breast and stomache, everything was fully visible including the thich dark swath of my pubic hair through my soaked, also white panties. I turned and walked slowly to the car, letting the rain drench me, it felt wonderful as it got into every pore. At the car I unbuttoned and removed my soaking wet blouse and then my panties climbing naked and free into the passenger seat. "I guess this means we're not stopping to rent a movie." My husband said as he pulled out of the parking lot. "You'll be lucky if I make it home without attacking you, I've NEVER been this horny in my life." I said. -This is REALLY just a sample, I didn't have a whole lot of time, but wanted to get something posted before the weekend, more and better to follow. Promise. Rushed Shower at the Gym Over the past several years, I've had a very bi-curious side. A lot of my stories have reflected that, and I thank everyone for their comments. Feel free to keep sending the comments and suggestions my way. Maybe this scenario will happen sometime, maybe not. Enjoy! ***** My wife and I have a membership at a local gym. I don't use it very much, generally I just go to support my wife. It was one of these trips where I had quite the experience in the locker room with a complete stranger. We had just finished a workout consisting of some cycling, weight lifting, and finished it off with 30 minutes on the treadmill. It was in the 90's out and even with the air conditioning in the gym, I was particularly sweaty this day. I told my wife that I was going to take a brief shower and would meet her in the lobby when done. The locker room was small. There are only three shower stalls, but they all have opaque glass doors on them. Two of them were taken, but thankfully there was one open. I opened my locker, took my clothes off, grabbed a towel, and headed towards the available shower. Right as I was about to reach it, another naked young man came from around the corner and started to enter it first. I tapped him on the shoulder and explained that my wife was waiting for me and asked if I could use it first. He replied that he needed to head to work after the shower. Seemingly at an impasse, he then suggested we both use it. While I didn't particularly want to, I did need to hurry up, so I went along with it. High schools and college locker rooms had wide open shower areas, so this was still more private than those are, at least that's how I thought of it. Checking out other guys was never my thing, neither was rating guys on a mental hotness scale, but I have also been able to admit when someone is attractive or not. I didn't have any siblings growing up, but if I did, I'd be able to tell friends if my sister was hot or not. This guy I was showering with wasn't going to make any top 10 lists, but he wasn't unattractive either. He was fairly muscular, especially his pecks and triceps, but his stomach wasn't anything to write home about. He seemed to be getting back to the gym after maybe missing it for some time. The shower started off uneventful. We took turns in the water, soaped up individually, and didn't say anything to the other. That was until he asked if I could soap his back. It was a weird request to make to someone you met literally three minutes earlier, but I know how difficult it is to scrub one's own back, so I obliged. I needed to get pretty close to him in order to scrub nice and hard, and in doing so, my penis accidentally brushed his bare ass several times. That little bit of contact, plus the fact that there were no washcloths, meaning that I was scrubbing with my hands, made my penis partially erect. He then turned around and asked if I wanted my back scrubbed. I always like a solid scrubbing, so I agreed. We traded spots and he started scrubbing. He was noticeably closer to me than I was to him, so close in fact that his cock was gently resting in my asscrack. He was also harder than me, almost fully hard. As he cleaned my back, I felt him rubbing my ass with his cock, which was only getting harder. He then said, "Are you enjoying this?" I replied no and that my wife was waiting for me outside. His reply was "Your cock says otherwise. Look how hard it is." I could feel that it had been getting harder, but I can't say I was paying attention to how large it had gotten. I too had a full hard on. At that point, he spun me around so my back was now in the water, and got on his knees. Once there, he took my cock in his mouth, and started pumping. He really knew what he was doing. Starting slow and quickly speeding up, he had me ready to cum. Since he didn't ask before blowing, I didn't ask before cumming. He took my whole load like a champ without spilling so much as a drop or gagging on it either. The reality of what had just happened set in, and I realized that I needed to head out. As I grabbed my towel from the far side of the shower, he asked for my name. I told him he didn't need to know that. Once I got to my wife, she asked if everything was alright, and with a smile said "everything's perfect." Rushing into a Threesome After finding more free time on a Wednesday, in part due to my wife having serious back pain, the opportunity to revisit a downtown porn booth/glory hole around lunchtime was impossible to resist. I first spent an hour or so working in the forest, drinking a cold pint of beer, then drove downtown. I was wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and old down jacket from the mid-1980s, and hiking boots, pretty much what I have always worn when doing such work. The park house next to the shop made for quick access to its brightly lit sales area. Now running low on condoms, particularly of the type from the last time I visited the public health office, shopping for more was necessary. Unfortunately, the selection wasn't that good, and the ones I have grown to favor when sucking a man off weren't on sale. I still wanted to see a man getting off in a glory hole, and the three connected booths certainly offered the potential, even if it hadn't happened in a couple of visits. And since the place was a 'cinema,' there was an admission to pay, not coins or bills to deal with. The viewing booth area was changed and enlarged. A fact which was apparent when looking for the toilet. While looking for it, I passed through the newly built sections. One was simply a large space, with a few stools strewn around, a large screen with a naked group, one woman and several men. One good sized room had a sling seat in it with a couple of almost 2 foot high cubes Another room had a table hanging from chains from the ceiling, and in the corner what looked like shackles or restraints. There was also a dark room with a dim blue light (whose special purpose remains unknown to me). After using the spotless and tasteful bathroom - obviously part of the rebuilding, which must have been very recent, I returned to the glory booth section, where one end booth was already occupied, leaving the center and other end free. I went into the center booth, and noticed that the opening had been considerably enlarged in a clover leaf pattern. The change was just a touch depressing, as one of the things that appealed about this place area had been its comfortably worn age. I went into the other end booth, which was playing some mildly erotic gay porn, and completed my normal preparations, then moved the chair so as to lean against it while standing in silhouette to the opening. After a short period of stroking, I had started to get hard, but the middle booth remained empty. But the knowledge that I was likely teasing another man provided enough kinkiness to get me solidly hard, which led to deciding to stick my cock through the hole into the empty space after doing a hit of Rush. Though I do show off at times, it also tends to feel private in some way, and not something as explicit as putting my hard cock through a gloryhole for anyone to see. After breathing in, following a few last increasingly glorious strokes, I put my cock through, holding on to the root with my thumb and index finger, my fingers cupping my balls. Exhaling, thoughts of male sex filled my brain, and I started to move, imagining what it would be like to have a man on the other side. Of course, there was a man on the other side, so to speak, and part of the enjoyment came from knowing he probably was watching. As the feeling subsided, I pulled my cock back, still hard. After a brief moment, a door opened, then the middle booth was filled by someone, who closed and locked the door. My excitement was still at a high pitch, and I put my fingers through, hoping to suck another man's cock. What followed was a quite small and flaccid cock, with some sort of ill fitting black rubber ring sitting at about the middle of the shaft. I really couldn't figure out whether he was wearing a half unrolled condom while playing with his cock. I let saliva fall into my palm as I kept handling him, but he never really grew hard. After several minutes, and several applications of more spit, I finally decided that he wasn't wearing a condom, that he wouldn't get hard, and that this was becoming somewhat futile from my perspective. I stopped, put on my coat, and left the booth. Walking around, still hoping that either the middle booth would be free soon or else some really hot porn would be playing, I noticed a man in the room with the sling, while the other spaces remained empty while briefly entering and exiting them. I watched the porn in the occupied room for a bit, showing a man being fucked, without really even glancing at the figure also watching the screen. A few of us had been wandering around without real purpose, at best just registering the other strangers in the spaces, in that somewhat furtive way of glancing as discretely as possible in the obscuring dimness, as if not looking at anyone except fleetingly was the same as not being noticed by them. The door to the middle gloryhole remained closed, and after maybe 10 minutes of looking at the other porn movies in various booths, it was clear that it would remain occupied longer than I had any interest in waiting. Several men had already seemingly drawn the same conclusion, having drifted in and out of the two end booths. This bookstore's porn has never been all that interesting (leading to the 10 year gap between first and second visit), and I was ready to admit that it seemed nothing would happen this time either. Not every glory hole visit ends in delight, and the change in the place's character was mildly disappointing. Nonetheless, walking around a last time, if only to see if the middle booth would finally be free, made sense to my still horny cock. As did using the bathroom to wash my hands. Walking slowly back, when I looked in the room with the sling, the same man was there, still watching the basically life sized ass fucking, his cock free of pants, standing straight, being nicely touched. I stopped, focussing almost completely on his cock in the low light, but after a bit, kept moving on, noting how empty the this side of the shop was. Coming out of the bathroom, the view into the room with a sling was almost direct, though the sling itself was hidden. But obviously occupied, as I could see a length of jeans clad legs and feet in white running shoes gently moving on the ground. My pulse quickened even as my step slowed when it became apparent that the same man was now reclined in the sling, stroking his cock comfortably, clearing turned on. At this point, I decided there would be at least one more chance to enjoy Rush, and ducked quickly into an empty booth to do a hit. After breathing the aroma in deeply and hurriedly closing the brown bottle, I quickly walked to the room, the familiar excitement starting to overwhelm me. Settling against the back wall, my pants were quickly open. Which led to my fingers wrapping themselves against my swelling cock, followed by jerking it while staring at the stranger floating about a yard away. I put a leg down on one of the cubes, and was surprised at how far my knee sank into its softness. I also noticed his coat on the next stool, while my down jacket was open. I looked at the porn briefly, which was still showing a cock sliding into a willing ass, and then started to get hard as a certain awareness started to flood my being - I was in a room with a man who likely would be my partner in pleasure. He turned the sling slowly, ending up facing me with his erect cock. My own arousal was growing overwhelming as Rush's name made itself obvious, wild thoughts like kneeling and worshipping a stranger's cock with my mouth rising, but I was still hesitant. After all, this was a public space, and my previous experience with Rush had provided enough practical awareness of how quickly inhibitions and caution disappeared in the pure thrill of sex with another man. I glanced at his face, making brief eye contact which led to my noticing more of the man I had just thought about sucking off. He seemed middle-aged, wearing a hooded sweatshirt, very roughly my size. As my cock grew rigid in my slowly pumping fist, he stood, rising from the sling, his jutting length approaching me. I stared at his crotch, knowing that soon, my hand would replace his. This time, being honest with myself, I had gone looking for a man to have sex with, and now, his hand was touching my cock, making me pant and reach out in turn. My left hand rose to his neck, pulling him closer, as his hand continued its magical exploration of my exposed length. Time started to fragment, as impressions surfaced between new sensations. The public aspect was somewhat different, and not completely comfortable, even with my back to the wall, facing the somewhat less dim entrance so that nothing could really be a surprise. Or at least unexpected. My hand rose to his head, making his neck exposed to my tongue, and I touched his cock as my tongue started to caress his skin. He started moaning when my lips, and then my lightly biting teeth, followed along his neck. I slid my hand from his head down to his bush, and then started raising his shirt and undershirt, until his nipple was exposed. My fingers began to tease him at his chest, as my kissing along his neck grew wetter and sloppier as he kept playing with my turned on rod. In public view, till now little had been voiced, our bodies clearly expressed everything we wanted from the beginning - getting off so easily with another man, and maybe not so privately. His body was in front of me, somewhat screening the entrance whenever I buried my face along his neck or ears. Turning him towards me, my hand raised his shirt so my tongue could find his small but hard nipple, very unlike a woman's. He slumped as my tongue flicked over the top of his sensitive skin, while my teeth began to press lightly. His hand flustered away, resettling over his cock, which my hand now left, finding its familiar rhythm on my cock as I began to take him completely over the edge which makes sex with a man so unstoppable. I can't resist jacking off when my nipples are played with, and the same seems true for all the men I have done it to. And it has been a mutual weakness, as they have done the same to me. Each woman is different in my experience, but it seems as if men are simpler in their desires and responses. Which is one reason such games as we were now playing remain so popular. He turned when I paused in making his nipples the center of my attention, and our hands again found each other's cock, experiencing the soft skin over rigid desire of a turned on man. He hadn't shaved, which meant my mouth didn't stray much from where it had been, but my motions were having a clear effect as his mouth opened beggingly and he kept moving his body to get closer to my turned on cock. Again, certain practical thoughts intruded, especially the fact we were still both clothed, and how perfectly easy it would be to rub our cocks until cumming freely. Something deeply desired, but dealing with clothes with fresh semen seemed a reason to keep him from tumbling me over into something which hadn't been a consideration the first time I kissed a man - that theater complex had private rooms, and we were naked in one for most of our time together. After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing and almost hissed repetitions of 'yes ... yes', he turned away as I began to lick his nipple wetly, my tongue flat and sliding over the surface, having found enough concentration to pull his shirt up on that side. He had kept stroking my cock, but now, the grip changed. At this point, he got down on his knees, and started sucking me before I had really grasped what he was doing. Not that I needed to do anything but enjoy, of course, which was the whole point. Though already, a certain warning began to flicker - I hadn't really wanted to have any sex without a condom, and already I was being gloriously cocksucked by a stranger in an open room. Wanting whatever further pleasures we could discover, as it was obvious we could not stop now. The hand that had been on his head and neck returned, feeling him move against my captivated cock, liquid motions of his wet and willing mouth. My eyes had been fluttering open and closed since the first touch of his lips on my cockhead, and the moans in the room had to be mine, since his mouth was filled with my delighted length. After a fantastic interval of luxurious mouth fun which left me with my legs spread widely and half bent, back against the wall, he stood again, his hand now sliding the full distance of my shaft, from its base to cock tip. Only slowly did I recognize that a third man was standing inside the entrance way, and that right now, my slippery wet cock was in his full view, along with my own hand wrapped around the standing stranger's cock. Growing aware of another man's attention to our game, my thoughts were dissolved in the continuing sensations of lubricated stroking. I pulled him against me again, to be able to tongue his neck and ears, my teeth alternating with my lips. After a while, the third man was standing next to us, though separated from me by my new found partner. He looked at both of us, then sank to his knees in front of us. He reached up, touching me briefly as my own hand withdrew from a rigid cock, and looked hungrily at the cock, as I looked down at his lust filled face, most likely an accurate reflection of our own appearance. After looking on as another stranger joined our games by going down on a hard cock I had just been fondling, my lips returned to the first man's neck while my hands again sought his nipples. Everything till now had seemed very natural, from the point I had decided to at least see what it would be like to do a hit of Rush in a semi-public space clearly designed with gay sex in mind. The reality of what we were doing was still hotter than what I had ever imagined, and I knew now why once you experience it, you just want it again. I could tell when the new man's lips started to find their rhythm on my partner's cock as he moaned and leaned against me. His hand on my cock started to squeeze and loosen mindlessly, obviously drowning in the same pleasure I had been lost in just moments ago in his mouth. My fingers were rolling his small but stiff nipple as the second man began to suck greedily. After some undefinable period, we had shifted a bit, so that my cock was between the first man's ass cheeks while his cock was still being sucked. As he slumped even more, I began to squeeze his chest, my mouth driving against his neck while my half hard cock slid downwards. He began to talk in a husky whisper, words like 'fuck me ... fuck my ass ... oh yeah' tumbling out as his hand started playing with my balls. At this point, a minimal level of caution returned, and I replied in an equally husky whisper 'condom ... wait ...' as he began to slide my cock around his ass. This invitingly enjoyable experience wasn't quite enough to distract me from reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a condom package, which I opened, hurriedly, with clumsy force. Putting it on was fairly easy, even though it wasn't lubed - I had bought these with cocksucking in my mind. Since that first time a man's ass had been offered at my first gloryhole in the past, no man has wanted more than occasional fingering of their ass, making the reason for having condoms shift from its original context. After covering my cock, he moved his body back up against mine, in the middle between a hardening cock at his ass, a man's hands again at his nipples, and an obviously talented mouth taking care of his palely glistening cock. At some point, I recognized that this was actually my first experience of group sex, and it was mildly amusing to realize just how long it had taken to become aware of that fact. I wasn't really sure what I was doing with my covered cock, when the man in the middle turned a bit, moving my cock forwards. For the second time since entering the room, my cock was being deliciously sucked, at this point with absolutely no concerns taking away from the pleasure. Hands began to slide up my shirt, and I felt a pair of hot lips on my neck, the ecstacy making me moan and sink unsteadily against the wall yet again. After regaining something resembling control in the continuing flood of pleasure, I stood straighter, an arm around the standing man, my other hand pushing against the wall. My eyes had closed again, but when the cocksucking sensation changed in some incredibly irresistible way, I looked down to see something from pure fantasy - my cock and the first stranger's were being sucked together by the third man. Two cocks in one mouth, rubbing against each other, being held and directed by the cock sucking man's gripping hands. My eyes closed again, completely overwhelmed. This was something that had really turned me on at my first exposure of gay porn decades ago, and now, it was happening with two strangers, and I loved it, cock to cock in another man's open and wanting mouth. Our hands were roaming, playing with asses, nipples, and running along each other's bodies. I felt his cock leave paradise, and a moment later, it became clear why, as he shifted directly into the middle again, my slippery cock at his ass, with the another man sucking him again. I watched over the shoulder of the man in the middle, better than any picture, seeing a man getting a blow job in front of me for the first time, my cock rigid between the sucked man's ass cheeks. He began to again talk about being fucked, bubbling words that floated into my mind, and we shifted positions to try to match angles. I was quite clumsy in general, this being the first time ever to try having anal sex with a standing person. The man being sucked was only helpful at times, as his focus shifted between two of us. As the cocksucking began to distract him again, it seemed the right time to actually do another hit of Rush. Reaching into my coat pocket, I discovered that opening it was not easy, as my hands were somewhat slippery from the condom. It was also hard to open because he finally found a position which seemed promising, as we both began to move, and he started saying 'yeah ... yeah ... fuck ... yeah.' Opening the bottle, I took a long breath, just as he started to moan more loudly 'yeah ... suck ... cock ... fuck me ... fuck my ass.' Resealing the bottle quickly to drop it back into my coat pocket, waves of pure wanton bliss started growing from the contact of my still expanding cockhead against his smoothly yielding ass. I held my breath as long as possible while the feeling in my cock grew. He was starting to rock, each motion surrounding my cock with a gripping pleasure, like nothing I had ever experienced. Slowly exhaling, the lewd thoughts and words started tumbling out, talking about his hot ass and how it was my 'first man .. hot cock .. ass fuck .. hot fuck ass.' My hands were still on his chest as I again bent to his neck, seeing how his cock was being sucked as I was entering his ass, inexorably pushing as I began to cum, unstoppably pumping as the sensations and sights combined into orgasm. One that seemed to merge into a larger whole of pure sex, my cum in rhythm not only with his tightly clenching muscles, but with the sucking action of his cock, staring as it happened in front of me. Fucking a man's ass for the first time was as incredible as all the other things I had done with men. And there was no doubt that he had wanted exactly that. Slumping again, my cock slowly withdrew the distance it had penetrated as it shrank. My mind was almost completely blank, even of the thoughts of having just been part of a threesome. As the other two kept enjoying themselves, I just stood quietly, no longer capable of participating in any action. After a while, the first man leaned against me invitingly, then reached back. He slid my condom off, and holing it at the throat, gave it to me, a grin on his face. I pulled up my pants, then walked to the corner to throw it into the trash. Rushing into a Threesome Turning, I saw that the first man was back in the sling, still begging to have his ass fucked. The third man was still sucking, but began to pull down his pants, then was rising. At this point, I left, briefly touching my partner on the hand, while the third man prepared to fuck him in the sling. Leaving, several thoughts swirled, especially the choice to use a condom. Any man having anal sex with strangers without a condom is courting disaster, not only for themselves, but anyone they play with in the future. I could now understand how so many men simply couldn't control themselves, recognizing how close I myself had come to an edge. If he hadn't asked to be fucked, but had just moved, I am pretty certain that no thoughts of a condom would have arisen before it was far too late. Almost amusingly, the middle booth was still occupied, almost definitely with the same man. I had arrived at 11:30am, and was shocked to see that I had spent 1 and 1/2 hours inside. I even dropped some change paying the parking machine, and still shaken, left the card in the machine. Someone left it on the counter, just another small kindness from another stranger. Rushing the Passer She watched him. He sat there in the big overstuffed chair, comfortably sprawled in it, and intently watched the play as it unfolded on the screen. The ball was snapped, and the pass thrown. Intercepted. He cursed at the eleven men on the field, as if they could hear him, unaware he was being watched from the doorway. Almost silently, she advanced further into the room until she was standing just behind him. Clad in just his khaki shorts, she gazed down upon his bare chest, his succulent nipples, and licked her lips. She thought of how good his warm skin felt beneath her fingers and felt that first rush between her thighs. And without any thought at all, her fingers found their way to her own nipple, and pinched. Hard. She glanced at the game clock on the screen and smiled. It was almost halftime, and time to make a play of her own. Releasing her large rosy nipple, she brought her hands down to rest on top of his broad shoulders. At the touch of her fingertips upon his skin, he began to turn in the overstuffed chair to face her, but she halted his movement when she let her hands slip down to squeeze his manly nipples as she stood behind him. He made that sound then, a murmur of a groan on a sharp intake of breath, the sound that told her without having to look, that his cock was stirring for her within his khaki shorts. Without saying a word, she came around the side of the chair and stood before him, and as her blue eyes locked with his, she settled herself in his lap. She could feel his hard cock just beneath her and she squirmed on top of him, running her fingers through the hair on his chest and teasing his luscious nipples with her wet tongue. The murmurs grew louder and more frequent, and she could feel the rise and fall of his chest as she nipped and sucked at the hardened nubs of flesh. Her desire for him heightened and the pulsing within her grew more urgent. Seeking a bit of relief, she pressed down on his lap, on his hard cock, with her irresistible ass. He gripped her cheeks with his hands, his fingers pushing into the soft globes of flesh, keeping her there. She pushed down a little harder and he closed his eyes, his head tilted back against the chair. As the seconds on the game clock ticked away, the crowd roared on the screen, but he didn't open his eyes to see. She smiled as she softly asked, "Am I distracting you?" He didn't speak, but uttered a groan, and she straddled his thighs. She nuzzled his neck and breathed him in, enraptured by his scent. And then as she licked and nibbled at his ear, she whispered in a breathy voice, "Ready to give me a ride, baby?" Her lips found his then, and she slid her tongue inside his mouth, taking delight in the taste of him. She kissed him urgently, with mounting passion, and slipped her hand beneath her to undo his shorts and release his beautiful cock from the confines of the khaki fabric. It was hot and hard, throbbing in her hand, and she guided him to the warm wet place that ached, right where they both wanted it to be. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she lowered her hot wet pussy onto him until he was inside her to the hilt. For a moment she didn't move at all, savoring the feeling of him filling her. His hands were on her hips, exerting gentle pressure and she looked down into his lovely eyes and smiled. He gave a little thrust, urging her to ride and so she did, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She rode his steel-hard cock, impaling herself on him again and again. The look on his face told her that he was teetering on the edge, but she was far from finished with him, and so she stopped. She sat there, holding still on his cock, gasping for air. He looked up at her, confused. And she just bent her head and kissed him again, moving her hips in small circles, making his cock dance inside of her. His breathing was ragged, and he groaned as she kissed him. His hands still firmly grasped her hips, and he pressed on them forcefully, attempting to thrust hard inside of her. He wanted to cum so badly. The need to was insistent, but she wouldn't let him. Yet. Instead she lifted herself up from his cock. It felt bereft as it hit the cool air. He pulled away from her lips, even more bewildered. And she answered with that wicked little grin, reaching down with her hand to grasp his cock once more. It was hard and slick, slippery with her wetness. She teasingly stroked it, coating with her fingers with her own pussy juice. As she adjusted the angle of her body on his lap, she held onto him with her other hand for leverage, and then she lowered her tight hot ass onto his waiting cock, moaning at the sweet invasion. She brought her wet fingers to his lips, giving him a taste of her. Her body was on fire, and her legs were shaking as she straddled his thighs. She burned for him and began to ride him in earnest. His thrusts met hers, his cock slamming savagely into her ass. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she threw her head back, blonde hair swaying, as she took his cock hard and fast. Her empty pussy was dripping, crying for him, and he slid a finger inside. Then two. And then he slid in three. He fucked her pussy with his fingers while his cock fucked her ass. She was so hot for him, you could hear the wetness gush forth with every thrust of his fingers. Her hand came to join his, to let him know she wanted him there, to keep his fingers inside her. She was so close, and so was he. She mashed on her swollen clit with her palm, her fingers still pressed against his hand. And at that moment, the spasms began, her muscles clenched to milk his cock of it's hot boiling cum. She could feel it spurt inside her. She came hard then, the orgasm so intense, that her back arched to the point that she thought she might fall. He held her though, so she didn't, and as the waves of pleasure ebbed from her body she went limp against his arm. He pulled her forward and she laid her head on his shoulder, taking in gulps of air to catch her breath. Her hand still rested atop his, both of their hands dripping with her. She raised her hand to his lips once more, feeding him with her fingers, and then he did the same for her. She licked her essence from his fingertips, and when it was all gone, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him like she never had before. Tasting him. Tasting her from his sweet lips. And as halftime, and their playtime, ended, and the second half began, she turned her head to glance back at the screen behind her. He stopped her though, taking her face in his hands, he brought her mouth back to his own. "I wanted to see who's winning," she muttered against his lips, smiling. "We are," he replied. And then he kissed her. She felt his spent cock nudge against her bottom as he devoured her mouth, the rush between her thighs beginning once again. And as he lowered her onto the floor she weakly sighed against him, "But the game..." She didn't get to finish. He was teasing her with his tongue, licking and sucking her rosy nipples, almost making her cum. And as he licked and kissed his way down her trembling body, her sodden pussy rubbing up against his chest, she held his head in her hands. His tongue dipped into her navel and it tickled. When she squirmed against his mouth, he stopped for just a moment and said, "Hold still, baby. I want to eat my halftime snack!" Rushton Rubbed Raw Rushton was sweltering in the mid morning July heat. She was on vacation from her job as a mundane secretary. Rushton wanted some hot action so she decided to go to an all exclusive Singles Weekend Resort. Upon arriving at the resort Rushton finally started to relax. No deadlines, no demanding boss to deal with. She took off her halter top and tight-fitting shorts and pranced around naked in her comfy resort room. Jonas, her neighbor was enjoying the view of this nubile, fresh-faced lady from the privacy of his balcony. He loved the way her bottom moved as she shashayed across her room. He also loved the way his cock became rock hard. Jonas had to rub it for relief. Rushton decided that there was no one around so she pranced outside still nude and still unaware that she was turning Jonas on even more. Rushton thought that no one was watching her so she slipped her fingers down to her 'love button' and started to rub and rub and rub herself. "Here, let me help you," Jonas announced as he came behind Rushton and started rubbing her clit himself. "Uhmmmm. Yes that feels good. . . what is your name," she asked him. "Jonas, at your service ma'am," he replied. "Well you can really service me by eating my cunt out, Jonas," Rushton instructed him. Jonas got on his hand and knees in front of Rushton and quickly inserted his tongue deep into her sopping cunt, wet from his ministrations. "You taste just like apples," he told her. "Ummm. Jonas I want to sit on your face," she demanded of him. Jonas stretched himself on the groud facing up so that Rushton could lower herself onto his face. "Yesssss," she hissed as she started to gyrate her hips on his face as if she were hand squeezing half an orange, trying desperately to 'juice' herself on him. "I'm cumming uuuh," she screamed her orgasm. Jonas' cock was still hard and he had not yet climaxed. "Ma'am I forgot to ask your name," Jonas inquired of her. "I'm Rushton. Rushton Reeding, Jonas," she replied. "Would you be able to lay out on your back so I could fuck your apple-flavord pussy?" "Yes, if you promise to do me good and hard . . . like I want it and like I need it?" she begged him. Jonas wasted no time lifting Rushton's quivering thighs up then out so he could better position himself over her then he . . . plunged deep into her pussy AND THEN HE WENT FULL TILT UP. "Oh - oh- oh," Rushton screamed as Jonas found her G-spot causing her to have a flooding orgasm. "Turn over," Jonas instructed Rushton. He penetrated her pussy doggystyle and kept thrusting himself into her mercilessly even after she had collapsed orgasm after orgasm. But . . . Jonas was still rock hard and he wanted to keep fucking her. Jonas lifted Rushton in his arms and she wound her legs around his waist. He penetrated Rushton's pussy standing up and jogging in place enjoying the feel of his nut sac as it slapped against her bottom all the while trying to reach up as high as he could into her cervix with his ramrod hard cock. Jonas felt his cum boiling in his nut sac waiting to explode out of his cock head. All of a sudden there was a loud crash. Apparently a few motorist from the nearby highway were viewing and enjoying this public outdoor sex display and they caused a pile up crash of several cars. Jonas was too busy to care as he shot his cum load all over Rushton's perk bottom. Rushton was enjoying yet another orgasm and thinking to herself that she take more of these hot vacations. After Jonas was totally spent he turned to Rushton and asked her if she was busy that evening since he liked her doggystyle and he wanted more fucking fun. Rushton was still orgasming and she just smiled and shook her head up and down as she started to rub her clit again. "I want to do that, Rushton," Jonas said. "Wait, let me take a shower first," Rushton replied. "I'll join you," Jonas countered. Rushton began walking back to her room when Jonas stopped her. "I want to shower with you outside," Jonas stated. "I'm game," Rushton replied. Jonas took Rushton's hand and he led her to the outdoor shower. He couldn't wait to soap up Rushton's nubile and firm body. Jonas adjusted the shower head before stepping into the shower and then he pulled Rushton in with him. As the warm water was hitting his back he was massaging and caressing Rushton's breasts with his huge hands while his cock was rubbing all over her perk bottom. "Ummm. Nice," Rushton commented. "Wait, it gets even nicer," Jonas said as he shoved his engorged cock head into Rushton's overly-wet pussy. "Anghhhhh," Rushton moaned again while orgasming. "Yes, baby I want you," Jonas whispered in her ear as he continued to pound her pussy. Rushton felt her knees getting weak and she almost collapsed just as Jonas lifted her up and carried her out of the shower and placed her on her back onto the ground. He spread her thighs wide and shoved his enormous cock into her pussy as Rushton had a flooding orgasm all over the ground.