Wine Bottle

I'm a petite woman, so most guys are bigger and stronger than me.      I like even bigger and stronger than that.

He was a college athlete.  I couldn't tell which sport, but I recognized the insignia and I recognized the muscles and quiet intensity.  I followed him around the store for a while, hoping he would notice me.  He was part African-American, part something, all exotic power.  I wanted him to see me.  And take me.  I didn't care how exactly, just so long as it was hard and ended up with him splattering goo in me or on me.

He ended up in the wine section of the store, and he grabbed a bottle of Merlot without even looking at the label.  A few more steps, and suddenly I saw why he was ignoring me.

The girl was gorgeous.  A college coed, I thought, dressed in a navy  blue top and skirt that flowed together to look like a two-piece dress.  She wore matching sandle pumps.  She was blonde and blue eyes, and a natural beauty.  One of those soft, pretty girls, whose eyelashes seem naturally thick and dark and whose lips seem naturally moist and magenta.

I think I'm prettier than her, but I couldn't blame him for being so focussed on her he wasn't looking around for a better option.

She latched onto his arm and he led her to a store room.  I followed, hiding behind a pile of boxes and rubbing my nipples through my shirt while I watched them kiss and grope another.  As their kiss becaame wet and heavy and the smell of her arousal drifted through the air, the opened the wine with a corkscrew in her purse and began drinking.  Sloshing gulps straight from the bottle.

Every time he drank, he looked down her top at her tits.

Every time she drank, she rolled her tongue around the bottle neck and gave the mouth a little head.

Every time either of the drink, I pinched one of my nipples. The left was hers.  The right was his.

When the bottle was empty, he unzipped.  His member was already getting firm, and a few touches from her pretty hands and a few quick brushes of her soft lips, and he was fully hard.  He was thick and strong, and she worshipped his cock as I might have in her position.

Her eyes locked on his as she got on all fours and slurped and sucked, bobbing her head and swaying her body and arched back.  She was there for one thing and one thing only.  To make her man's cock explode.  He grunted and groaned with pleasure, maintaining the eye contact as best he good, but sometimes he threw his head back when her tongue worked some extra special magic.

She was a pretty, perfectly sexual creature, and I wanted a piece of her too.  I crept up behind her.  He saw me and didn't say a word.

When I reached up under her skirt to massage her hips, she gasped and looked back at me.

Her man grunted and poked at her eyes with his cock.  "Let her do what she wants, girl."

She licked her lips, clearly uncomfortable with my presence, but fully obedient to her man.  Opening her mouth wide, she slide him down her tongue, deep in her throat and fucked him hard with her face.  As she did, I pulled down her panties.

Her thighs and ass were glorious, and I tasted with them with delight.  Her pussy lips were soft and inviting, and I sucked and nibbled on them from behind, too.  When my tongue penetrated her, she cried out and began humping back against me.  Her wetness trickled down her legs.

With a swear of satisfaction, her man pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself to completion all over her pretty face.  She looked back at me, cum dripping all over and begged me not to stop.

Thinking quickly, I rolled her to her back, mounted her waist and began licking and sucking his cum from her face.  As the nasty cleanup turned into a pornographic kiss, I grabbed the wine bottle with my right hand, reached behind me, and shoved it up her cunt.

Her man called us both cunts, sluts, bitches, whores, everything he could think off, as he jacked his cock watching.  The girl bucked and squealed under me, sucking on my tongue and biting my lips as I savaged her tight pussy with the wine bottle.

I started begging her to cum.  Her man joined in.  When she did, she screamed and I applied the right sort of pressure to her to force her to spray squirt.  The bottle captured just a bit of that, and I proceeded to drink it as I lay on my back and looked at her man, as if to say, "My turn, and I don't want it in my mouth."

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Gramma's First Lesbian

She was in her late fifties or early sixties.  I'm terrible at telling age of people past their forties.  She was with her husband.  There was nothing sensual, slutty, or overtly sexual about her, but there was still something about her.  She was pretty, blonde, with a body that had help up pretty well.  Her backside was surprising firm for a woman of her age, and she had a casual grace in her movements.

I wanted her.

I'm a pretty good read of people, though, and I was pretty sure she was not only straight, but pretty conservative straight.  I knew I could change that, and open up a new world of pleasure to her, but I would need the help of her husband to make it happen.

I was in in line behind them at the grocery sore, and I snuggled up behind up, pressing my tits against his back.  I whispered, "I know you would do just about anything to play with my firm young boobs, if given the chance."

I took his quiet grunt as a yet.

After a moment, his wife's attention was direct elsewhere, and I reached around and fondled his crotch for just a second.  His body appreciated my touch.

"I need you to do something for me," I whispered.  I rubbed my breasts around his back in small circles.

"Anything," he said tightly.

"I'm going to follow you home."  I waited for his wife to be distracted again and then tickled the nape of his neck with the tip of my tongue.  "I want you to tie your wife to a chair for me."

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes."

I walked off, abandoning my groceries.  I wiggled my but pretty saucily as I went, sealing the unsigned deal.

I hung around outside the store, waiting for them.  I watched them get into their car.  I got into my own.  I pulled up near them and followed them home.

Once they got home, I gave him about ten minutes.  I heard her screaming in protest inside the house.  I smiled.  I knew by the end she would be screaming in joy.

I entered the house.  The beautiful older woman was tied to a chair.  She was wearing blue jeans and a frilly, light tank top.  Her husband was sitting near by with his hand inside his pants.  I smiled with us much  charm as I could muster and stripped down to black bra, black panties, and black stockings.

The husband started complimenting me, talking dirty to me.  I sat on her lap and stared into her green eyes, my arms wrapped around her neck.  "Is that any way to talk to another woman with your beautiful room sitting right here?" I cooed.

I kissed her cheek.  She gasped.

I smiled and kissed her cheek again.  She squirmed under me.

I smiled again, and kissed her lips, softly.  Then again.  Then slid my tongue into her mouth and clasped my hand over her breast, fondling her through her top.  She protested into my mouth, but I'm a very good kisser, and I could sense her resistance weakening as our moths lingered together.  Soon her nipples was hardening in my hand.  Soon she was kissing me back.

At that moment, I broke the kiss and slid off her.  "Take her to the bedroom," I said to her husband.  "And untie her.  I looked into her eyes.  "You don't want me to stop do you?"

Wordlessly, her face crimson with shame, she shook her head.

On the bed I knelt beside her, arching my back, more for the sake of her husband than for her.  I smiled, caressed her face, told her how beautiful she was and then kissed her again. I did not hold back.  The kiss was deep, wet, and violent.

She was overwhelmed, and more than a little scared.  I reached down and squeezed her mature cunt through her jeans.  Her back arched of the bed and she cried out into my mouth.  I did it again.  She did the same thing.  Then again, and this time when she cried out, her fingernails clawed at my face.

I smiled and broke the kiss, lifting her shirt off.  "You are going to feel better than you ever have, in your whole life."

"Please just keep kissing me," she begged, her voice sweet and strong, but well-aged.  "It already feels good. I can't do anything else with a girl."

I undid the front claps on her bra and pulled the cups aside.  The rosy nipples on her small, soft breasts were firm.  "Your beautiful breasts seem to disagree," I told her, bending down to suckle on her.

As with her mouth, I began slowly and gently, but increased my passion and intensity. When I was licking and sucking the hardest, I groped her again.  She arched her back.  She cried out loudly.  She clawed at my neck and face.  Again and agagain.

Until her tits were purpling with bruises.

And until she begged me, "Touch me, please, touch me!"

My smile was seductive and full of mischief as I removed her jeans and panties.  "I'm going to do better than that."

She was confused, scared.  "What do you mean?"

I looked at her pale blonde bush.  I got on all fours, back arched, and began kissing her thighs, my eyes never leaving her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked, terrified.

I circled my tongue around the outside of her her cunt lips.  "I am spiraling in towards heaven."

"What?"

I ran my tongue up her crease and hummed with pleasure.

"Oh my god!"  Her body tensed.  "What are you doing?"

I sucked gently on her lips, slowly working her open.  "Hasn't your husband ever eaten you before?"

"My god no!"

"Silly man," I clucked, licking and lipping her with more enthusiasm.

"Oh god."  She was helpless, squirming, uncertain of the feelings that were spiking in her veins.

I spread her legs further and lifted her closer to my face, stabbing at her warm wetness with my tongue.  She continued to cry out.  When my mouth found her clit, she screamed and clutched at me head, her fingernails sinking into my scalp.

In no time at all she was cumming under my face, begging me to stop, pleading with me to not stop.  She could not make heads or tails the feelings.  When she was so dizzy she felt like she might pass out, she pulled my head away.  She lay there, gasping and panting.

I rolled to my back beside her and pulled off my bra and panties, leaving the stockings on.  I looked at her husband.  "Now give me that cock of yours."

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Effed Up in a Van

I am very much bisexual, not gay.   I have a husband, Doug, and a boy-toy, Alex, and I have an oral fixation so strong that I can come within inches of orgasm just from sucking a strong, full cock.  Even so, as a general rule, girls are prettier than boys, and when my eyes wander they wander to women more readily.  When I see a couple, it's always the woman I notice first.

That's how it was with the couple I met the day I ended up covered in cum and milk in the back of a van.

At first I thought they were a married couple.  He was big and strong.  Over six feet tall and a mound of muscle with a rigid posture and a confident stride.  She was tan and toned, and while her figure wasn't exceptional, she was quite attractive.  From behind, I thought they were about the same age.  Him in his late twenties or very early thirties.  Her in her early thirties or very late twenties. When she finally turned around and I saw her face, I was strucke by the brunette's mature beauty.  It was a youthful face, but showed enough character and easy confidence that I understand that she was older than she looked.  And when he turned around, I saw a boyish innocence in his eyes that belied his power and self-assurance.  He was in his early to mid-twenties, younger than me.  She was in her forties, older than either of us.

The way the woman carried herself was especially attractive to me.  She was dressed casually in white shorts and a brown tank top, but her confidence and general attitude made her seem elegant.  It seemed unlikely that she was married to the man she was with, so I decided there was no harm in hitting on her.

Somewhat awed by her mature good looks, I took a more subtle approach than I might normally, but was still straightforward.  I approached her, touched her elbow and spoke softly near her ear.  "Can I take you out for a cup for coffee?"

She turned and looked me over closely.  I could feel her appraising eye.  It was like being back at one of the modeling auditions that helped pay may way through college.  Her dark brown eyes were sharp.  Her brown hair was pulled up tight.  She was beautiful, but she was severe.

"Very pretty face," she said at last.  "Petite body.  Confident."

"Thank you," I exuded.

"You know when girls like you like your best?"

I shook my head.

She pushed me gently towards the big man who was with her.  "When they're being whipped in the face with my son's horse cock."

My stomach flipped and I felt the young man grab my arm.  He twisted  it around behind my back.  His mother pressed her chest into mine and obscenely ran her tongue around my face in the middle of the store.  "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll get to see my boobs, too."

They abandoned their cart right then and there and marched me out to the parking lot.  The son's grip was tight and unwavering.  His mother was laughing quietly to herself and occasionally blurting out comments about how pretty and fragile I looked.

We got  to a red van and the man slammed me against the outside, my breasts pressing into the side of the vehicle.  His hands held my arms above my head and he humped his crotch against my ass.    I could feel him start to harden, and that's when they each grabbed one of my arms and flung me into the back of the van.

There were no seats in the back of the van.  The woman shoved me to my knees and held my arms behind my back.  "My son loves the delicate ones," she purred, sucking and chewing on my air.  "They bruise up so pretty."

I watched as the large young man undid his belt and pulled off his pants.  His cock was not as large as a horse's, but it was uncommonly long and full.  I've always believed that size does matter, but his cock was ungainly enough to almost be unattractive.  I would imagine it fitting in any of my holes.  I could hardly even imagine it might ever reach full erection.

Still, as he rubbed the monster around my face, the fragile girl side of me was overwhelmed by the sheer masculine power of it.  I did not desire the cock, but I found myself submitting to it anyway.  I opened my big eyes wide and looked into his eyes, my mouth hanging open as he began to batter my face with the beast.  Whipping my cheeks, jabbing at my eyes, teasing the entrance of my mouth. 

The woman scratched at my arms.  "I think she wants your cock son."

It was true.  Against all personal taste, against all personal judgment, I wanted to service the cock.  I rolled my tongue around outside my mouth and begged him with my eyes.

"Beg for you you prim little bitch," his mother demanded.

"Give me your cock, please," I pleaded.  "Let me worship it."

He grabbed my right ear and used his left hand to feed his cock into my mouth.    Deeper.  Deeper.  Deeper.  He wasn't looking for a blowjob.  He wanted to fuck my face. 

I let him.

I coughed at every thrust, and at every cough he flicked my face or rapped the side of my head.  His mother let go of her grip on he as he powered me the floor and pounded my face like a whore's ass.  He had no regard for me.  He didn't really even care what I looked it.  All he cared about was that there was fucking the hell out of some chick's mouth.

My throat stung.  I struggled to breathe.  I sucked and slurped as much as I could, but he didn't afford me much control.

I was surprised at how hard his cock got given its size.  I was even more surprised when he pulled it out of  my mouth and started to force my pants off. 

"No way," I begged.   "It's way too big."

He slapped me. "Shut up, bitch, I didn't ask your permission."

His mother laughed.  "You tell her, son.  Put her in her place."

"But I'm small down there," I told him quite honestly.  "There's no way it will fit."

"Fuck," was all he said.

"You'll tear me apart!"

"Then you'll bleed," he shrugged. ramming the cock between my tight cunt lips.

It burned and I screamed in pain, arching my back.    Another stroke.  Another scream.  He was rearranging my body with his shaft.  Another stroke.  Another scream.  I was sure I was being torn apart.  Another stroke.  Another scream.

I looked down between my legs and saw the large man and his monster, splaying my body.  I felt so broken, so shattered.  So feminine. 

"Maybe she's had enough," his mother suddenly said.

I looked at her with desperation in my eyes.  "No!" I said suddenly, hardly able to believe what I was saying.  "No, please."

He stroked faster.  Harder.  Deeper.

I screamed again.

"You like it after all?" his mother asked.

"I've never felt so full," I said.  "It hurts, but . . . oh my god!"

As her son brutalized my tender little pussy, the tan bruntte pulled her shirt and her bra off.  I stared at her chest.  Her tits were gorgeous, tipped with perfect brown nipples.  As she watched she licked her lips and played with her own tits.  The harder he fucked me, the loader I moaned and the harder I thrashed on the van floor, uncertain whether I was trying to escape or to take him even deeper.  The louder I moander and the harder I thrashed, the more violent she got with her tits, tugging and twisting her nipples.

It was the least sexy sex of my life, but it was also the most sexual.  I felt like a little girl animal being plowed by the stud bull of the herd.  It was not beautiful, but it was intense and I loved it.

The sheer size of his cock ensured that he hit all the right spots, all at once, and when I came I bucked like a posessed woman and sprayed like geyser.

Even as I still squirted and trembled, he pulled out and  began beating himself off.  His mom came over and knealt by me, tugging on her tits, and twisting her nipples.  As I submitted fully to the power of the orgasm that wracked my body, the big man's cock burst forth with spasm after spasm of cum, all over my face and shirt.   Just then, his his mom leaned close to me as her tits began lactacting, and her her milk joined the sperm in coating my face and staning my clothing.

When they had both finished, and I had caught my breath, I began pulling my panties and pants back on.  My body ached and it was not easy.  My throat was still sore and I coughed while breathing.

The moment my pants were back on, the mother shoved me out the back of the van into the parking lot, and her son drove off, leaving me there, covered in their cum and milk.

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Quickie in the Freezer

It wasn't my fault. Her legs made me do it. She was a college student. A nineteen year-old volleyball player with the body to go with it, and a baby-faced cute smile that only added to her appeal. I couldn't stop looking at her.

I couldn't stop following her through the store.

At first was I subtle, or at least I tried to be.

I'm sure she see me looking at her legs, though. It was impossible to be subtle about that. It was nearly impossible to avoid drooling while looking at them.

I wanted to worship them. Adore them. Send myself to new heights of arousal with them.

Shortly before the freezer section she looked over her shoulder and winked at me. She was just being funny and cute, but it turned me on. As she turned a corner, she kicked one leg back playfully in my direction. She meant nothing by it. she was being silly. But her legs meant something by it. They were my glorious twin mistresses and they knew it.

I followed her into the freezer aisle and the moment she had the door open and was facing the freezer, I was all over her. I pressed against her body, slamming her into the freezer shelves. My hands caressed up and down her legs. I sucked on her neck.

She clutched at the shelves. "Not here," she begged. "You can have me, but not here."

"Yes here," I corrected her firmly. I slapped her ass through her denim shorts.

"No, not here, people will see."

"I want people to see." I slapped her ass again. "And I don't think I can wait."

My right hand scratched her at thigh and my left groped between her legs.

"God yes," she moaned softly. "But please not here."

I slammed her into the shelves again and crouchsed behind her, licking and sucking all over her legs. Her skin was soft and smooth and perfect. I nibbled. I suckled. I kissed. I tasted. I covered her beautiful legs in purplish lovemarks.

The girl groaned and I smacked her ass again. "I thought you didn't want it here."

"I changed my mind," she panted.

I giggled and reached up insdide my skirt to pull off my panties. I tossed them into the freezer. I watched her eyes and nose follow them with interest. She didn't know what I was going to do, but she begged me for relief. Told me my mouth had driven her crazy.

It wasn't her time, though. It was mine. I snuggled up close to her side, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her face. I spread my legs and straddled her leg, grinding my wet cunt up and down against her.

Groaning and moaning with abandon, I masturbated myself with her beautiful leg. My slit gushed with warm wetness. My clit, red and hard, rubbed against her smooth skin with firm muscle underneath.

Humping her leg like a bitch animal in heat, we began to attract a crowd.

She was whimpering, begging for me to get her off. Begging for relief. Pleading for release.

It's not easy to get yourself off on a girl's leg, so but I enjoyed every moment of the slow, steady buildup. When I finally came, I collapsed to the floor, my body quivering and trembling.

The girl looked down at me, fire in her eyes. She pulled off her shorts and panties, throwing them in the freezer with mine. She straddled my face, pressing her hot, wet cunt against my face. Her pussy lips burned with need. Her trimmed bush rubbed against my soft skin.

"Not here," I begged, prepared to humiliate her in public, but not prepared for the reverse treatment.

With both her hands she grabbed my head and pulled my face up into her roughly. She bounced up and down, grunting and grinding. She used my hair to swing my head up and down, not caring when it occasionally smacked back against the floor. "Fucking yes here," she panted.

When she got close she squeezed her thighs so tightly on my face I thought my cheeks might break.

I screamed into her muff and shoved a finger up her ass.

She cried out and came, slamming my head against the floor in a pure adrenaline surge.

When her spasms subsided, she slid to my waist and grabbed at my face hard, her fingernails sinking in. She bent down and sucked on my cheek hard enough to give me a hickey.

"Fuck," she swore, breathing hard.

"Fuck," I agreed, clawing at her hips and ass.

"Fuck," she said again, her body tensing as her arousal did not ease.

"I live close by," I told her.

"Fuck that, I'm not moving until the cops pull us away," she swore, rolling to her side and pulling my face back to her gorgeous thighs.



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Taking the Nurse's Ass

She was a middle-aged nurse. I was twenty-nine, probably at least thirteen years younger than her. Her face was pretty, but not exceptional. Her breasts were avera. I couldn't stop looking at her ass, though. Her purple scrubs pants showed it off amazingly.

I tried to be careful, but I'm not good at being subtle. She knew I was looking at her. She knew there was lust in my eyes. She blushed, but she did not say anything or move on. I could tell she was interested.

What I really wanted, though, was to help a guy friend of mine take that ass. It needed to be fucked, and it needed to be fucked hard and bathed in cum. I knew the boy-toy I was shopping with in the store would be good for it. He was only twenty-one, but he knew what to do with a tight, shapely ass.

I approached her, allowing my hands to play at her sides and my lips to tickle her cheeks. We'd exchanged no words, and I'd given her no warning or preamble. I was just making love to her. Her resistance was passive. She was not acting out any desire, but she was not truly fighting me off, either. I took it as a positive sign and ramped up both the kissing and the caressing.

As my tongue took hers into mymouth and my hands slid up insude the top of her scrubs she moaned and panted into my mouth.

I giggled in our kiss. "Do we need to get a room?"

"I don't want to wait," she begged.

"You want me to do you here in the store?"


"Yes, please! Don't make me wait!"

I didn't feel like waiting myself, so I pulled the dark-haired nurse into a deep kiss and to the floor, pulling her on top of me, between my legs. I was wearing a long, flowing skirt that fell to my waist, exposing my black, lacy panties to her eager hand. Between our bodies my hands slipped inside her brea and folded her tits, squeezing and rubbing her large nipples.

"God, I've always wanted to be with a girl," she panted into my mouth, her tongue melting. "I never thought it would be a girl like you, though."

"Like me?" I teased, guiding her hand inside my panties to my shaved cunt.

"So pretty and so hot," she moaned. "I could feeel you looking at me. I've never felt like that before."

I slurped on her tongue. "You want to taste my pussy, baby?"

"God yes!"

I giggled and pulled her scrubs and panties down. "Go for it, baby," I urged her.

She slid down my body and planted her thin, elegant lips between my legs. It was her first taste of another woman and she was hesitant and nervous but took to it and soon she was eating me vigorously, if sloppily, in the middle of the grocery store. Her back arched and her whole body quivered as she tongued and sucked my bald little cunt with increasing arousal.

My boy-toy, Alex, had been watching from the sidelines, like several other people, but he knew when it was time for his part. He got himself hard watching and used a handful of his own spit to lube up his hardon. When he was hard and slick, he lined up behind the nurse and started pressing into her ass.

She protested and squirmed in resistance.

"Unless you want me to pull this pussy out from under your face, you're gonna let him do that."

She whimpered, but the pull of my pussy was too great. She cried out into my wet gash as his cock penetrated her ass. The site of her fase between my legs and Alex's cock between her ass cheeks were extremely hot, and soon I was cumming.

The nurse kept licking and slurping, sucking and mouthing, through my gushing wetness. My thighs quivered and my body shook. Alex fucked her harder, spanking her beuatiful ass with every stroke.

Soon, she too was cumming, and when Alex pulled out he and a couple other aroused onlookers shot their loads all over her glowing, gorgeous ass.




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