0 comments/ 27812 views/ 0 favorites Life & Times of Sultry Savannah By: _Savannah_ The club was dark and smoke filled, the patrons varied...an old woman in the corner...two husky guys at the bar...a bevy of beautiful nympho girls (including Savannah) gathered at several tables in the middle...and all around men sat in cushioned chairs and sofas.. They all had one thing in common...they were naked...in all their glory (some weren't so glorious) they sat there...nothing hidden from view as the tables were glass-topped. The clientele was, for the most part, average in appearance...but most didn't care about such things. They were here for one reason only...to look...to observe...and maybe...if they were lucky...to touch and to be touched. And on even more rare occasions, a sex show would take place on stage...consisting of the clientele gathered there. But for now, they watched each other as they masturbated. Savannah was currently eyeing a man directly across from her. He seemed to be in his early thirties, wavy dark hair, and his eyes appeared to glow in their sockets as he in turn watched her. His big fist was wrapped around his cock, his tongue traced patterns along his lips as he watched Savannah squeeze her bouncing tits, and her fingers play at her clit. It was apparent to the man that she was soaking wet, her pussy juices marking a trail on her inner thigh. Her hips rotated ever so slightly, and she moaned. Around her she could hear the heavy breathing and moans of the other patrons, but she only had eyes for the man across from her. She became entranced watching his dick grow bigger and bigger with every stroke, and she imagined he was deeply embedded in her pussy. Oh how she yearned for that cock to fill her. At that moment the man stood up and approached her. He whispered in her ear...a wicked suggestion it was but Savannah was all about new experiences and being as wicked as she could. She nodded her compliance and stood up. Grabbing her hand he guided her up onto the stage...carefully he lay her on the raised, cushioned dais. A hush descended over the club as the patrons turned to look upon Savannah, stretched naked on the cushions...and her soon-to-be partner for the evening. The man straddled her, and leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues lashed each other wildly, and Savannah moaned. It was wicked, what they were about to do. Fucking up there on stage, the lights on them, as all those people watched them. The thought excited her more than she though possible. With quick, frantic hands she stroked his body, running them over his arms and chest, feeling the hairs there curling between her fingers. She felt his hands playing at her tits, squeezing and pinching, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Excited murmurs and moans echoed through the club. His fingers now played between her thighs, teasingly, along her pussy lips. She bit his shoulder, demanding more. What Savannah didn't realize was that she was about to get a whole lot more than she bargained for. Go, girl! Savannah was breathing heavily now. All her attention focused on the tormenting fingers between her legs, making her so hot, so wet, it was all she could do not to scream. The man above her seemed to know it too as his rich chuckle rolled along her nerve endings, the wicked man! Then she felt his tongue lapping at her as his fingers drove deeply into her tight little cunt. She grabbed his head between her hands and pulled him harder against her, and her head thrashed about wildly as her first orgasm hit. It drove through her in great waves, and she heard herself begging him not to stop, and then begging him to fuck her. The watching audience seemed to agree with that sentiment as their groans escalated in volume. Before she knew what was happening, she lay on her belly, a pillow under her hips, and her firm ass rose upward for everyone to view. Slowly, tortuously, he thrust his pulsing cock into her quivering pussy. They moaned simultaneously as he went deeper and deeper, stretching her to take all of him. She rocked back at him with every thrust, his hands grabbed onto her full, tight ass. Faster and faster he pumped into her, and Savannah hoped it would never end. Savannah looked out toward the audience, and saw many of the people there masturbating, and some of them began to pair off. She moaned as she watched two of her friends begin kissing and touching each other. Out of the crowd a tall, rangy man approached the stage. Savannah thought he only wished to get a better view of what they were doing, but gasped as he jumped up onto the stage. He walked boldly over to her, and got on his knees in front of her. He thrust his dick near her face, and suddenly she couldn't catch her breath. He wanted her to suck him while the other man fucked her! Eagerly she engulfed him in her mouth, stroking him with her free hand (as the other one was working on her clit). The man behind her groaned loudly at the vision of that pouty mouth wrapped around cock. Savannah could feel her inner muscles clenching, a sign she was about to cum. She pushed harder against the man behind her, as she continued to devour dick. Her tongue made quick jabs and slid across the head of his cock. The man in front of her began to grunt, and he thrust faster into her mouth, forcing Savannah to deep throat him. He shot his load deep into her mouth, and there was so much of it Savannah could not possibly swallow all of it. It dribbled down her chin and neck as she valiantly tried to eat it all up. "Mmmmm, yeah taste sooooooo good," she moaned. The man above her groaned his pleasure, his head thrown back as Savannah continued to suck on him. It was then that Savannah felt the man behind her pound wildly into her, his "oh damn" echoing through the room. He jerked wildly, his cock going even deeper and deeper into her tight channel. Sensation exploded through her, and she felt his cum gushing inside her. "Yes, yes...oh yes", she screamed. Her body quivered with her pleasure, and sighing contentedly she rolled over onto her back. The two men lay on either side of her, their hands roaming over her hot flesh. Already Savannah could feel herself readying again, her nipples peaked, and her legs began moving restlessly. The tall rangy man pulled her on top of him, pushing deeply inside, and it seemed his cock was even thicker than the other man's. She rose up and rode him, and the other man stood in front of her. Licking her lips in anticipation, Savannah thought to herself...wicked, wicked, wicked. And that's when things got REALLY interesting. Savannah grabbed his cock and guided it to her eager mouth, firmly sucking the head of it, and grinned wickedly as she heard him moan. Under her she felt the other man bucking wildly, thrusting upwards into her tight channel, and she closed here eyes, enraptured. The club became musky with the scent of sweaty, sex-slicked bodies. The odor further aroused her. She felt gentle hands on her breasts. Opening her eyes she was surprised to see the hands of a woman she did not know. She was pettite, with dark hair, almost black, and deep green eyes. Startled and unmoving at first, she stared as the woman began licking around her nipples, sucking them first gently, then hard, then gently again. Savannah felt a simultaneous tugging in her stomach with every suckling motion. She arched forward toward the brunette, moaning deeply now at the pleasure of it. The woman then raised up and softly kissed Savannah, licking her lips, asking to be let in. Savannah opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined, rubbing against each other. The man, feeling left out, thrust his dick between their mouths, and they started licking his shaft together, pausing now and then to kiss one another. She could feel herself begin to shake with pleasure, her pussy tightening more and more around the cock buried there; her breasts tingled and seemed to vibrate. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the woman fingering herself furiously. It was too much for Savannah...she threw her head back and howled as she came. The man under her thrust one more time, his grunt of satisfaction vibrating through her. She watched as the brunette sucked down the other man's cum, some of it escaping at the corners. Savannah leaned over and licked at it, and they kissed once again. Smiling into the woman's eyes, Savannah was curious as to what it would be like having this woman to herself for an hour...well...a day. The thought alone turned her on. Sighing... Savannah woke up in her apartment, the untouched milk cold in her hand. Disoriented, she looked around her, and realized it had all been a dream. She sat there in the dark, disbelieving of what she knew to be the truth. She was still a virgin! Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Tough Luck, Savannah! Don't worry, Savannah fans...Our girl hasn't given up! Look for more Savannah installments. Life & Times of Sultry Savannah Ch. 01 June 18, 1993 (Somewhere in the Caribbean) Twenty years of age, frustrated as only an untried virgin could be, Savannah DuBois eyed the hard-muscled lifeguard (so cliché, I know, but it works!) in his tight Speedos with avid attention to every last detail of his sculpted form. He was staring intently at her, with a half-amused smile on his handsome face. She thought if she gave him the right signals her virginity would be a thing of the past. Just then he began walking toward her and she thought that her moment had arrived. Smiling in anticipation, she watched as he approached, her body tensing with an almost painful rush of lust. Not long now. Her tongue traced a wet path along her lower lip. "Hello", he said, in one of the deepest voices she'd ever heard. It inspired a desire to jump him right then and there but she controlled herself, barely. "Hello", she replied huskily. He leaned over her, projecting a confidential air, and the heat from his body singed her. "I just wanted to tell you", he continued, “that there's a clump of jam in your hair." And then he turned and walked away, his nice tight ass a mockery of her pent-up lust. Savannah sat there stunned, and embarrassed, and her chin dropped to her chest. Releasing a frustrated sigh, she resigned herself to another lonely night in bed, with only her heated fantasies and the UltimateVibrator II to keep her company. Tough luck, Savannah! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ June 18, 1993; 10:43 p.m. "Oooohhhhhhhh, oooh yes, mmmmmmmmm". The UltimateVibrator II, whirring loudly in the stillness of the room, was living up to its reputation. Savannah lay on the bed of her hotel room, her hips pumping upwardly, yearningly, and she writhed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit. To the bellhop standing outside the room, it sounded to him as if some helpless woman was being assaulted. Valiantly he charged into the room, thinking to bash whatever culprit might be there. Alas, it was only Savannah, the UltimateVibrator II protruding from her soaking pussy.....still whirring and vibrating. They both yelped at the same time, Savannah in astonishment, and the bellhop in acute embarrassment. Looking upon her, he noticed that her nipples were pert, one of them peeking through the fingers of her left hand. His eyes roamed downwards, and gulping with the sudden onset of an erection, he realized she had began moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Her neck arched, her eyes closed, and she began to moan with excitement. In a voice tight with arousal, she said to the bellhop, "I want you to fuck me". But when she opened her eyes, there was no one there.........and again... ....Savannah was left untouched, her virginity solidly intact. Tough luck, Savannah! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ June 19, 1993 "Hmmmmmmm," your pussy is so pink, so slick, mmmmmmmmm........like a sweet candy." Savannah moaned in delight, and she grabbed Steve's head, clenching her muscles in expectation of what was to come. Nothing could stop it this time. An hour before she'd been glumly staring into her Virgin Margarita (she didn't like the taste of alcohol, truly), depressed over her latest failure to lose her virginity. For Pete's sake! Here she was on a beautiful tropical island, wearing skimpy bikinis and such, practically advertising her need for S-E-X........but still a virgin. About that time she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and heard a sinfully rich, deep voice whisper in her ear, "May I sit with you?" Nodding yes vigorously, Savannah watched as a most amazingly, sexy man sat down across from her, giving her The Look. The Look that said, I WANT YOU! And so here they were, in her hotel suite, naked, sliding against each other, panting in anticipation. Savannah could feel his dick, hard and hot on her thigh. He put a condom on and spread her thighs, and Savannah was doing a jig in her mind. This was it, this was really it! It was actually going to happen. Just then, WHAM!, her hotel room door slams open. A very angry woman is standing over the couple on the bed, fists on hips, her breath heaving in indignation. The man on Savannah says , 'oh shit', and hurriedly gets up, moving in front of the woman. They're yelling and screaming at each other, she's calling him an ungrateful, unfaithful cad; he's calling her an unappreciative, cold iceberg. Gathering his clothes up, and without another look back to Savannah, Steve hustles the woman out of the room, firmly closing the door behind him. Stunned, Savannah lay there, unbelieving of the events that had just taken place. "Noooooooooooo, no no no no no", she moans to herself. Not again! She was....and he was............and they were sooooooooo close......and then.........! Curling up naked in her bed Savannah pulled the covers over her head. What could possibly be worse! Tough luck, Savannah! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ June 20, 1993; 7:30 pm Sweat dripped deliciously onto her breasts. She lay on her back, her feet and hands tied to the four corners of the bed, her hips rolling back and forth in her desperate need. The man above her had to be at least 70, but Savannah didn't care. His body was strong, his tongue was talented (she'd already had five orgasms thanks to that tongue), and his cock was thick and heavy; a blunt instrument of pleasure aimed straight for her soaking pussy. Currently it lay across her thigh, throbbing and pulsing, eager. Almost as eager as Savannah herself. David, her geriatric lover, pinched her pouting nipples between his fingers, rolling them, causing Savannah to moan loudly. She begged, "Oh, David, fuck me baby..........I need to feel you inside me........I want your dick deep inside......oooooooooooooh pleaaaaaase." Above her he chuckled, relishing her pleading voice, anticipating the moment when he would be deeply buried in that hot little twat. "Patience," he chided, "patience........soon." He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and Savannah twitched in exquisite agony. She could feel him rubbing his engorged cock along her pussy, spreading the lips, letting the tip probe gently, teasingly at the opening, then pulling back. He repeated this several times, making Savannah whimper with need, making her shake all over. "Pleaaaaaaase........David...........FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He chuckled once again and said, "Okay, since you beg so nicely." He grabbed her by the hips, spread her legs as far as they could go................ He gasped, his eyes got wide, and he fell over to the side. He grabbed his chest, and he got very pale. "My heart, my heart," he gasped out. Savannah screamed loudly, so loud that a concerned bellboy rushed in. And there Savannah lay, sprawled eagle, naked, for all the world to see. (Okay, one bellboy, two housemaids, and a gay couple that happened to be passing by.) As the paramedics took David away (don't worry, he's fine), and Savannah sat dejectedly in a hotel robe on the edge of the bed, one thought kept running over and over in her mind. I'm going to die a virgin, I just know I am. Tough Luck, Savannah! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sultry Savannah, Bold Hussy, Man-Eater (If anyone would ever let her, that is) October 3, 1983 Boston was wet, Boston was dreary, Boston was boring. Moodily Savannah stared into her glass, thinking sourly that men, in general, sucked. She didn't think she was all that hard to look at. Her breasts were firm and high, with a nice jiggle to them. Her waist trim and her tummy flat, and her hips nicely lush, with legs that went on forever. She had good skin tone, ate right, exercised, and didn't smoke. What was there about her that any healthy, heterosexual male anywhere wouldn't like? It wasn’t her fault she was a virgin. She'd been trying, unsuccessfully, since the age of 15, to rid herself of that burdensome state. In high school, she thought it would be real easy to get laid in the back seat of a car. But no luck then, and no luck now. She hadn't masturbated in days.......it just didn't do it for her anymore. Once she got screwed she was sure it would be okay. But, (sigh) it didn't seem likely that it would happen anytime soon. Her whole body ached with need, her skin itched, and she wasn't eating enough these days. Sex, or rather, the lack of sex, was seriously messing with her sleeping patterns. It was all she could think of. Leaving a twenty on the bar, she slowly made her way through empty tables to the exit. She was the last customer, again. Half an hour later, she unlocked the door of her apartment, locked it again when she was inside, and quietly made her way to the kitchen. It was very quiet, so she assumed her roommate Tanya was sleeping. She poured herself a glass of milk and went and sat on the sofa. She rested her head against the back and closed her eyes. In just a minute she would go to bed. The sound of someone moaning woke her. It seemed to be close by. Peering through her lashes she saw Tanya, at least, the top half of Tanya........a very naked Tanya. Her breasts were bouncing in sync with the rest of her, and that's when she noticed that Tanya's boyfriend Dillon was on his back under her, also very naked. She sat up quietly, and observed them. Her pussy muscles clenched hard as she watched Dillon's dick pumping in and out of her friend. It was thick and hard, and coated in Tanya's pussy juices. Savannah felt her own begin to flow, and felt stunned when she felt a finger rubbing her through her tight, black, leather pants. It was Tanya's finger.........her hips twitched. She stared at the finger for a few moments, before she decided to do something about it. Two minutes later she stood naked beside Tanya and Dillon, her nipples peaking with anticipation. Hesitantly, she stood near Dillon's head, a question in her eyes as she looked to Tanya. Her roommate nodded vigorously in assent, and eagerly Savannah sat on his face. His tongue stabbed at her pussy, stroking deeply.....lapping at her clit. His teeth gently scraped it, and she nearly screamed it was so good. Leaning slightly forward, she met Tanya's mouth, tongues tangling, their moans wrapping around each other. She plucked at her friends nipples teasingly, and she felt Dillon's hands doing the same to hers. "Oh, please, please, let me fuck him", she pleaded. She was at the breaking point.....if it didn't happen tonight she would go insane. "Yes", her friend whispered, and she almost came then. But no, she had to wait until he was deep inside her. Tanya moved off of Dillon, and motioned Savannah to lie down. She felt both of their hands and mouths all over her, stroking her, rubbing, licking, sucking..........driving her wild. She was so wet.....she knew it was time. "Now!” she demanded. Wickedly they continued to tease her. Her hips rolled, her eager pussy pulsed, the juices running along the lips, coating them, readying her. Dillon came over her, kissed her on the lips, softly licked at her ear....."Hold tight", he said, in that deep, sexy voice of his. He lay between her legs, his heavy, engorged cock lie between her legs, resting on her snatch. She eagerly pushed her hips forward and whimpered her desire, "Fuck me". Tanya's voice came over them both, "Yes Dillon, fuck Savannah, fuck Savannah". She felt the tip of him slide slowly, inch by excruciating inch, just inside her pussy. "More", she begged. Suddenly, he thrust forward, filling her completely. She gasped at the initial sting, and moaned at the wonderful fullness of it. She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. Her roommate's whispers filled the room. "Yeah, baby, fuck her......do her good.....does that feel good Savannah?" "Yes! oh yes", she cried. Fucking incredible, she thought. Tanya leaned over her and kissed her deeply, and Savannah moaned some more. So good, so good, so good. Dillon's hands gripped her tighter, and pulled her hips up to get deeper. His hands clenched on her ass cheeks, his soft grunts of pleasure echoing Savannah's. He was not gentle, ramming her harder and deeper with every stroke, and still she asked for more. She grabbed her own tits, clutching them, wanting these feelings to go on and on. Never could she have imagined that it would be this good the first time (and she had imagined it many times). She pulled Dillon fully on top of her, his chest mashing her breasts, and she felt his hot breath on her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, making his strokes go even deeper. Suddenly, lights exploded behind her eyes, and her entire body spasmed with the most powerful orgasm anyone had ever had (so she thought). It went on and on, and with each stroke of Dillon's cock, it just got better. Dillon growled above her, his climax hitting him now. He popped out, and Savannah felt the loss of it. But then he came on her...her belly, her breasts, and finally in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, while Tanya licked clean the rest of it. Minutes later, a wonderful lethargy set in. Dillon and Tanya lie next to her, their bodies warming her. "Happy Birthday", whispered Tanya. "And now, it's time for your spanking. Savannah." She lifted up three silk scarves, and a leather whip. Savannah just smiled. Way to go, Savannah! Tune in loyal Savannah fans...just because she finally got laid doesn't mean the fun ends there. Savannah has many, many, more adventures coming her way. Thank you Dan, for this one!