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I’ve always had a thing for legs. When I was around fourteen, I distinctly
remember reading a copy of my dad’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition and gawking at the smooth, tanned legs of the woman on the cover; her body brightened by her orange swimsuit, her feet curling together in the foreground of the picture on the sand of the beach where she sat. She looked at you with the coy, jaded look women are meant to have in these photos. I wondered, at that time, if I would ever be this close to a stunning female’s legs in real life and if she would ever look at me like so.
Let’s fast-forward five years.
My buddy Jason and I sat on the porch outside a house party in November, watching the partygoers exit. We were drinking scotch on ice and I was numerous sheets to the wind. Jason burped.
“I’m gonna flunk that test tomorrow,” he said.
I watched the legs of the girls wandering outside. A few of them stumbled on the doorstep like drunken high-schoolers (which was basically what we still were, as freshmen ages 18 to 19), some of them were helped out by their equally smashed, wonky boyfriends (or guys who wished they were their boyfriends), and others exited smoothly and without any help, thank you. Many wore those tight black silk pairs of pants that are a continuing fad among the hip middle class female set. But a surprising number wore skirts—short skirts—although it was a cold night.
A girl in a flannel Irish skirt walked out. Her legs were amazing. They were thick and curvy at the top, but nice and lean as you moved down to her feet. She wore black shoes that looked like particularly warm slippers. She wore a backwards Red Sox cap that looked like it didn’t belong to her. I wondered why she was dressed like this was the original Saint Patrick’s Day. She had red hair and freckles and was chatting with two other girls, didn’t seem too drunk.
“Look at the legs on that one,” Jason said.
Jason had no tact whatsoever. They probably heard him. But I was secretly surprised someone else cared about legs as much as I did.
“Yeah,” I responded. “They’re really something.”
In a moment of utter cockiness, I called to her.
“Ms. O’ Brien! What’s your name?”
She and her friends looked toward me, perplexed.
“Janis…” she said eventually. “Hi.”
I raised my beer.
“Great to make your acquaintance.”
“Yeah,” she said, sort of smiling. “Same.”
“You ladies get home safe,” I said.
I can sound like a dick if I want, like a smooth operator if I want, like a drunk teenager if I want (which is being myself), or like a cop, if I really want. Janis and her friends trotted off to a car at the far end of the driveway and I felt proud of sounding like all four to her. I knew at that point that somehow, some way, I would bang Janis before the year was up.
During most of the fall semester I was pretty diligent about going to classes and studying, I was kind of serious about not smoking as much pot as I had in high school and not getting arrested for it as I had once. But gradually that all went out the window because the school I go to (I’m not going to name it. It’s somewhere in the Midwest), is one of the hardest partying institutions in the country. By the end of October I was crashing my bike in to the side of the student lounge because I was drunk and getting written up by the campus cops for playing beer pong outside, in the parking lot, with four other people. I was/am ridiculous.
One of the people I played beer pong with that night was none other than Janis. We first hooked up that October night. I felt her boobs and made out with her against the brick wall of Dodson Hall. She had been a Catholic school girl; that explained the uniform.
At one point she pulled away and said, “I like you…”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said. “I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again, but you’re not too bad.”
I’d given this line many times before. The first time had been perhaps three years before in high school, around the time I’d trained myself to stop fearing girls. Janis looked vaguely disappointed after she heard it. Her freckles gleamed out of the darkness in the corner of the building we were scrunched up against and made her look lonely. I kissed her again and said goodnight and left.
The next time we met was in December. I saw her in the student lounge after our Economics class and we ended up sitting and eating lunch together. We shot the shit for a while, and then she asked if I wanted to take a walk with her. I was like, “Sure.” We walked around in the cold over to her dorm and I led her to her door. As soon as we got to her door, she pulled me in and we kissed again.
Next thing you know, I’m on the top of her bunk bed, naked except for my boxers and she’s naked except for the insane tan lines on her skin left by her bra and panties, even in winter. I’m doing a rotating pattern of sucking on the nipples of her tits while she runs her fingers through my hair like I’m a fucking pet dog. She cooed and moved her head back and forth, as if nodding. She whispered to me to go down on her.
This was something I’d never done. I had an idea of how to; I’d watched pornos. I just thought it was kind of gross. But Janis asked me to and she sounded so fucking sexy saying it I almost came on her leg. I peered upside down between her tits at the ridge of brown pubic hair that my tongue had been commissioned to climb and claim. I let my tongue droop out while I moved down her belly— I noticed she had a little bit of pudge coming in— and started licking her steep, odorous vagina. I knew that you were supposed to get right in there and also finger her. So I slipped a couple of fingers in after tongue-soloing it for a few minutes.
She was mostly shaved aside from the tuft of hair that tangled up on my tongue whenever I licked it over. I felt several stray pubes on the inside of my tongue, so I switched to using only the tip of my tongue, veering from left to right over her shaved prickles and the bulging pink mass swelling under her folds. She grabbed the nape of my neck and began pulling my hair. She squirmed her legs around and every time her thighs brushed against my cheeks and my ears I got a little more of a boner. Janis started making these sounds you’re supposed to make in church. If I spelled it out, it would look like any other female pleasure sound. Let’s say it sounded like she’d just realized that Jesus himself was magically eating her pussy. I kept fingering/licking her and her thighs jerked upward inch by inch, rotating her vagina further in to my mouth. Her pubes tickled my nose and mouth. At one point her lower body tilted upward enough so that her clit sponged over my nose and my nose bumped in to my fingers, which were circling around inside of her. She caught her breath and kept on with her tenor yelps. She didn’t taste bad. She tasted sour and tangy. Like sex-lemonade. I suddenly realized; “This is great. I love eating pussy. The End.”
I felt my phone buzz. (My leg was on it). I drew my face away and a string of gooey wetness pulled away with me. I saw then that I was looking at this pink, monstrous, excited wilderness, inside of which my fingers were helplessly closed. I kept swirling my fingers around and looked at the text message with my free hand. It was my friend asking if we were meeting in McDougal’s at noon. Shit, I was supposed to meet James at McDougals, where he works. (McDougals is a place where they don’t give a shit how old you are if you know someone who works there. I got completely loaded there time and time again.) I propped my hand against her inner thigh and Janis did not even try to move away. I quickly punched in, Nope, can’t do it. I paused, thinking, and punched in; I’m eating pussy. I set my phone down and saw that Janis was staring down at me with the same expression as when she gets a question wrong in class, except redder.
She said “Dennis…get off your phone. Stay with me.”
I just looked at her for a second and then dove back in to her muff. She was very slick against my tongue; it felt like my tongue would slip on her vagina and break something. Whatever the fluids are that make a girl’s vagina wet were getting in my nose by now. She slid both hands over my shoulders. She hyperventilated. Now she was more determined to make me happy. I appreciated her tenacity. I pulled back a second time just to see what her pussy now looked like. It was open enough, her folds exposed and wet enough, for my tongue to touch no skin at all. I rubbed my fingers up and down her clit vertically and as soon as they were back down at the bottom, I swiped my tongue back on to her. She shut her legs around my head. Everything that entered my ear-drums—her hyperventilating church-noises, the rustling of sheets, the hum of the air in her room, the smacking of my tongue against her clitoris, the buzz of my phone as James responded—was sucked away and all I felt was smooth, dense skin. Her thighs. Clamped around my head.
(Were these magazine cover legs? Was I close enough?)
She released her clamp of destiny. I heard everything again.
Janis moaned very loudly three times and did the most perfect goddam thing ever— she fumbled a hand on to my forehead and cocked my head back so I could look at her face while her thighs bounced off my shoulders. She held my head like that for just a few seconds— long enough for me to get one of my brilliant, deranged ideas. I grabbed my iPhone from beside her leg, raised it so my arm bent around her leg, pressed the camera app and snapped a picture of her. Her head was cocked back, her mouth formed a jagged O, her tits jangled on either corner—they were bouncy, future soccer mom tits— and her very Irish dimples had a staring contest with me, as if to say, ‘Are ye having as blarney of a time as Janis, bogle??’ That was what the picture looked like.
I let the phone fall on her sheets. I reached up and touched Janis’ cheek with one hand, as if to say I was also a strong, sentimental lover. She let me hold the side of her face for a few seconds. Then she smacked my hand away and completely changed tempo.
She screamed, “Fuck you, Dennis, fuck you!” I tried to look confused and said; “What??”
"Take your fucking phone away from me, fuck you, Oh My God, I thought I could trust you, Oh my God, what is wrong with me…" She hit me with her pillow. For a while I thought it was a game she was playing and was really saying she wanted to fuck me, but when she threw my phone across the room I got the actual drift. I grabbed my phone and told her, okay, I guess I misread your signals, wow, way to tell a dude you hate him. She yelled at me fuck you again as I opened her door and bolted out.
For a while, I worried that my phone was broken, but guess what?? It isn’t! I still have those pictures of Janis or rather Janis’ tits, nape and chin. I’ve sent it to all my best buds. I sort of wish I had the cell number of everybody who’s ever hooked up with Janis so I could send it to them. I look at the photo and think it’s kind of masterful, sort of like something Robert Mapplethorpe would have done if he were straight and ate pussy. It looks exactly like the type of photo you would find in Playboy or something more hardcore. Or even certain Victoria’s Secret ads. Or maybe even a really pornographic version of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Which prompted me to search around the house for that original swimsuit edition magazine. I wanted to relive the feeling of being fourteen and not knowing what this mysterious thing was in front of me, and having not experienced it myself, so directly. But I got tired and couldn’t find it. So I’m stuck with this story, and with the photograph, and there’s no going back in time.
“Wow”! he thought, “she is the most stunning women I have ever laid eyes on”. Her hair was long and straight, blond, and how it glistened in the sun. She kept moving her hair away from her face that the wind left scattered. Her preening just made him even more attracted to her…
"Do you want to get out of here" she asked? "Yes of course I do" he said. She then replied "I own a chalet close by in the mountains. I have a natural hot spring out back, in the rocks. It is beautiful and warm. ". " Well now! who could possibly resist that?" he spoke.
Our two “hot for each other” lovers arrive 30 minutes later at the serene rendezvous… The magnificently built chalet overlooked the valley below. It was as picturesque as could be. Snow capped mountains as far as the eye could see overlapping each other as they reached for heaven. “What an atmosphere to appreciate”! he thought “in which I have this beautiful women all to myself” . And she internally spoke ” this is very romantic, I finally get to share my wonderful place with someone I completely adore!” He says to her ” I didn’t bring my bathing suit though”. She laughs … you won’t be needing it sweetheart!”
She leads the way down a rocky path to the hot springs. She slips off her top, then her pants and finally her g- string which she throws at him, it hits his chest and falls down. She enters the water. It is warm and stimulating. The warm springs create a thick mist as the warmth of the water meets the cool mountain air. He doesn’t move, his jaw has relaxed and dropped. He is completely entranced by her perfect body. She has large round, firm tits and perky nipples. She has a flat stomach and wonderful hips, a perfect ass, a toned, firm body. Her legs are muscular and her calves are a sight to see. He is tantalized… her complete beauty almost overwhelms him. Her high cheek bones and large blue eyes , full lips, and perfect teeth reflect the goddess she is. Her skin is soft and tanned. ” Are you coming in?” The voice awakens him from his trance. “Oh … of course I am.”
He undresses now, unbuttons his shirt, takes off his pants and then his boxers. “Wow !”she says” Your as hard as a rock!” She wasn’t talking only about his muscular defined body…
He comes over to her. He locks his lips with hers. Their passion is beyond recognition. They are lost in each others presence, they are spellbound by the beauty of each others bodies. He caresses her breasts, he cups them and fondles them. She is breathing deeply now, moaning a little. She reaches down to his stiff cock, she holds it in her hand palm up, with the other hand she cups his balls, massaging them gently. He licks her tits and flicks his tongue over her nipples. She moans stronger and louder. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” She moans, “that feels great! Oooooohhhhhhh!” He reaches down to her pulsating clit. And what a lovely clit… so perfect in its design. Her clit is hard from the arousal, her pussy lips have become very sensitive also. He masturbates her clit rotating in circular motion, then rubbing up, down , sideways. She strokes his engorged pole up and down his thick shaft. She feels the ridges of veins as the skin slides up and down his shaft. She can spot pre cum dribbling out of him. She kneels down to lick the pre-cum off his cock head. His cock tip reddens a bit from excitement. She strokes him rhythmically and then takes him in her mouth. He moans ” ahhhh, thats what I am talking about!”
He sits back now on the rock. She kneels in the water and sucks his pulsing cock stroking the shaft up and down, she intermittently licks and sucks his balls. She slides her tongue over his shaft up and down and she is delighted to do it. He leans his head back as he thrusts himself into her mouth somewhat. She takes him into her mouth deeper. She wants all of it! “MMMMMMMMMMMMM “she moans deeply. “MMMMMMMMMMMMM” he moans as well.
He beckons her to get up now…. She knows it is her turn! She sits up on the rock. She pulls her legs back towards her and pushes her pelvis forward. This pulls her ass up somewhat where he can get a great view of her fantastic perfect pussy and ass. He thinks ” wow look at these gorgeous holes”. He starts at the clit. He flicks his tongue back and forth over her pretty little clit. He licks up and down now, slower, his eager tongue wants to explore all of it. She is enjoying this immensely. “ahhhh ohhhhh ooooooooh, God your tongue feels soooooo gooood . Ahhhh ahhhh eat my pussy , ahhhh lick my juices sweetheart!” He sticks his tongue into her pussy. She reaches down to masturbate. She frigs her clit wildly. She places a finger in her ass. She loves this. She loves to have something inserted into her ass when she is being licked.
She gets up and says ” I gotta have you now! I must have your big hard cock inside of me. My pussy neeeeeeds your hard cock !. ” Ordinarily we might think that a person has lost all control in this. But she’s not possessed, she has simply yet magnanimously been taken with passion. She has dropped all inhibition and has yielded to her deepest sexual desires. In her strange and wonderful world of sexual fantasy she may have indulged herself in the maddest of images and worlds. But could it be? Could it be that right now she has unlocked that deep part of her …yearning for fulfillment that even fantasy doesn’t reach? Yes… I think this is what’s happening…
She has let herself go… She feels so safe. She feels so empowered and she trusts him completely. She says to him. ” I want to give you anything you want. I love you. And I love this. This is a perfect moment. I loved you the day I saw you at the park walking your dog. I’ve always loved you. I held you in my heart thereafter that day. But I feel like I’ve known you forever!” “God”! he says … “you just bared your Soul to me right now. And the funny thing is that is exactly how I feel as well. I loved you that day I saw you at the park. You looked like someone that would just love me and just for me. You shined, you looked like an Angel!. That day I placed you in my heart as well. But I feel like I’ve known you all along even before birth. And I am here with you right now, completely open to you, and you to me. We will please each other and love each other and take such delight in each others joy”.
Sweetheart she says… There is something that I would love to have and … Ive been a little hesitant to ask. But I trust you fully. When we screwed doggy style did you ever think about fucking me in the ass? Its something I love and I like to masturbate at the same time. I get off so good that way! Will you do it honey? Will you fill this pretty little asshole? He cock grew large and harder.
To be cun tinued
That was a long while ago. Only memories continue to conjure those erotic moments of infinite bliss. The way she smelled, the way she looked and how she spoke to me sexually. She knew how to suck a cock licking all around the head and jerking the shaft with great passion and vigor. The way she looked at me was to witness the pure connection and happiness within her…
Now what remains is masturbation fantasies involving memory of fucking her in her tight bubble ass on that beautiful day in the mountains. I get myself off many times a day to that picturing the cum dripping off her round titties and pretty alluring face. She would say to me as she felt my orgasm was immanent “ honey I want that cum. Cum on my pretty face with that big stiff cock” She tongued my balls and asshole. She liked that sort of thing She knew when I was going to cum and the now purple headed monster quickly exited her asshole and she turned around got on her knees to take a huge white sticky load all over the face.
Why she did this was because of course she loved it .. though she loved me too and she only wanted me to be happy. A noble cause for sure and a huge turn on to say the least. What made us special is the communication she wasn’t afraid to tell me exactly what she wanted and I did it.
She used to love to suck on clits too. She would take the whole clit into her mouth and tongue it back and forth . When I asked her the secret of eating pussy she said “ do all of it” many different things then simply notice the reaction in her face and moans . BE ATTENTIVE TO HER “spell the alphabet on her pussy lips and clit WITH YOUR TONUGE AND MOUTH. Don’t be afraid of dipping your tongue into her gorgeous holes either”
She liked it when my hands were all over her. She said that every cell was made to feel special and important to me and that touching her everywhere make her feel comforted calm and relaxed. Her psychological safety was important to me so i was gentle yet pulled her fucking hair when doing her in the asshole. I would massage her ear lobes while spreading her tight asshole with my dick. She liked that very much.
Her clit would get so swollen from me tonging it and banging my cock on it that it remained erect and wet form her pussy juice. I would reach into her and rub her pussy juice on me and the cock. I wanted her scent on me. She also liked the smell of my cum. And wanted it to stay with her all day to remind her of me.
She would get on top of me and smile and I would see the joy in her face . Her facial muscles relaxed jaw relaxed and slightly open . Her breathing was deep in the abdomen from sexual arousal. She liked to look at and play with the pre-cum from my enthralling balls.
One thing I know is that was along time ago. I miss her terribly. It wasn’t her fault she had to leave so suddenly that day. She left this life being loved by so many .She didn’t plan for that log truck to over spill . It was just her time.
It was her kindness you know. That which made me fall for her so hard. Though I know shes still with me. She lives within me … In my heart . I’ll not forget her , not ever. Shes with me for all eternity.
You have left me spellbound in happiness in the short time we were together. Well always be One soul. You live with the angels now honey . You have become on of them.
My First Sext
It all started with a phone call, he told me he was going to bed so I said “Goodnight, I Love you, will think about you now when I masterbate” and then I hung up the phone.
I then text him\
'Mmmm that's better, Night.' to which he replied
' What did you think about?, Cant leave me hanging'
'Well I'd done something that you found very, very naughty and you were punishing me in a way you saw fit. Enough detail for now, I'm going to sleep'
' You're killing me. Its going to be too long before i get the change to do what i want to you while we're alone.'
'What might that be?'
'You get too full of yourself sometimes. I want to tie you up and knock you down a peg. Maybe a spanking will make you behave'
' I can't promise it would work but its worth a try. Or several tries.'
'Seriously I want to make you cum till you can't handle it any more'
' There was me all ready to fall asleep but you've gone and got me worked up again. Do you promise that you'll do that to me when you see me next'
'I promise. I love the feel of you shaking when i'm inside you. Im not going to leave the bed till i'm done with you. Just want to make you beg me to cum all over you'
' You'll have to keep going even if I tell you to stop'
'I will. When I gag you with your own underwear you won't be able to say stop'
'You've made me so wet. I wish you were here, all I want to do is suck your cock.'
' I wouldn't let you. You want it to much. Only once you were tied down and I had run my tongue over your pussy would I force my cock down your throat even if you begged me to stop'
' Well what if I scratched your back really hard with my nails, would you stop then?'
' That would be misbehaving so I would pull your hair back letting me kiss your neck, then i'd bite down on it whilst sliding my fingers into both your arse and your soaking wet pussy. Pushing your knee up to your chest I would bring my hand down hard on your arse making you tense up on my fingers'
' Well this isn't fair. How come you get all the power?'
'Because you want me to have it.'
'That's true. After all that though I wouldn't want you to cum on me. I love when I can feel you cumin inside of me.'
' You will do what I want even if it means having my hand wrapped around your throat as I cum over you'
' I don't even think I can explain to you how wet I am right now'
' I can guess. You being this wet just makes me want to bury my face in you. Lightly licking your clot till you arch your back, letting me move my hands under your arse, pushing my finger into it, going so deep you tell me stop but I won't, instead i'd just keep sucking on your clit'
' I just came reading that'
' I need to be with you, I just want to fuck you so hard, God I miss you'
' And I need you inside me. I can't cum by myself the way you make me'
' I love having this power over you'
' I miss you so much, All I want is for you to rip of my clothes and do whatever you want to me, but i've come so much, I don't think I can anymore'
' We'll see about that'
Well it’s easier than it sounds, and I know it can be a bit nerve racking.
You can either describe something you’re doing to yourself, describe what you want to do to him, describe what you want him to do to you, play 20 dirty questions or my favourite, tell a fantasy, describing it slowly and teasing him with details.
Hope this helps! xo
Thank you x
i kissed around her legs, and blew warm air on her swollen clit. It was the perfect mix, chocolate and caramel. Me being of Jamaican decent, and her a spicy specimen from Colombia and brazil. She moaned . ” tease me babe” as she panted. I asked her if she was a good girl, if she deserved it, and she cried and pleaded that she was. She looked at me as i got closer to her phat pussy lips again. when i was going to suck her clit into my mouth, i licked my lips to wet them instead, and laid a soft yet sucking kiss on her clit which sent her into the air , eyes wide and looking full of bliss and yet frustration. she grabbed my head and forced it down with everything she had. It had been a while, and she was not letting me leave without sucking the soul out of her. I enjoyed kissing teasing and sucking and slurping on her pussy and occasionally sticking my tongue in her wet slit to get her to jump up and moan. Even though it left a decent amount of scratches on my milk-chocolate colored neck and shoulders. as she got closer she started the violent shaking and twitching.she grabbed the sheets as my skin can only take so much. Feeling waves of her sweet warm wet juice hitting my upper lip like a sea storm got my dick so hard it nearly hurt. her mouth just stood open, silent, and a high pitched squeal came from her as she started to shiver and make all types of faces. 2 distinct faces i remember well was the “where did you get this tongue” and ” is this happening? Am i really feeling this” face. I fingered her g-spot when she got closer and when i started to suck and slurp harder i heard the sheets rip in her grasp . She came hard and violent. Her body shook like a playstation controller with Parkinson’s , i could see every vein in her neck. And im sure she saw what she thought was heaven. At this point her mouth was silent but from the looks she was attempting to say the word “papiiii” And before i knew it my whole face was wet and sticky, she a sweaty hot mix of sexual relief and love. Later that night she handcuffed me to the bed and forced herself onto me with no condom….I find eating her calms her down after the pregnancy mood swings kick in. What can i say? Do your job and they’ll make a reason to keep you . ;)