She grew up to be quite the cum guzzler. My exgirlfriend’s younger sister was always flirting with me back in the day, but I never imagined she’d be sucking me off while jerking off my friend. I wondered if this is what she had in her mind all those years ago.
“Cum in my mouth,” she demanded. “I wanna swallow.”
I grabbed a hold of her tits while she took my meat down her throat. It took me a while to realize that she was way better at it than her sister ever was. I felt her tongue lashing at my balls. I felt my legs tense with the rest of my body. One. Two. Three and I spewed my load into her mouth. Now it was his turn to squirt his heavy load.
I never had it up the ass before, but some of the girls from the gym told me it hurt badly. I love the feeling of pain. The way a guy can just slam his cock inside me tiny 18-year0old pussy really gets me off. So, I thought, anal must be for me. But who would give it me? My boyfriend would probably want it constantly if I give it to him once, so he was out of the question. What if I didn’t like it? He’d be hounding me for another slip in the ass. No, this would have to be taken into the hands of a man I’d never met before.
When I found him, he jumped at the chance. A one night stand from some pub I never been to before. He was brawny and thick – and that was just his dick! He prepared my ass with the proper lube and then eased his way inside first before slamming down on my tight little asshole. I felt his balls slapping on my pussy as he rammed his massive meat into my hole. He gripped my ass, slapped my cheeks a few times before I had the best orgasm in my life.
Man, now maybe I shouldn’t have cheated on my boyfriend. But this man’s cock was well worth it.
From: Lisa ****** [**********@*****.com]
To: Melissa [*******@*******.com]
Subject: Miss Tina’s Jill-Off-athon
You are invited to Miss Tina’s masturbation party, where all the girls will just get down and dirty with their plastic lovers. We will strip down to our underwear, massage our clits (or, if you’re kinky enough, the girl’s next to you) through our panties, making the cotton soak up our pussy juices. Most men fantasize about this sort of thing, don’t they? It doesn’t matter because it’s an all girl party you’re attending, but be warn, who knows who’s lurking outside.
After our pussies are swollen from our touch, we will pull out every dildo, vibrator and butt plug we have stored in our underwear drawer. We’ll just sit there and fuck ourselves until we squirt. And who knows what else will happen.
At a goth club, she was self proclaimed as Asmodeus, the demon of lust. But she wasn’t a goth. She wasn’t into the whole dead scene. But her body would’ve made a killer vampire, I was told. Even though she didn’t go around pretending to be a vampire, Blaspheme did get around sucking off men in the boys’ room.
“She had her own glory hole action back there,” the owner told me. “Sucked me off too. Told her the wife didn’t believe in that sort of shit.”
The owner described his encounter with Blaspheme. Much of it is the normal stuff. She took him into one stall and she went into another. His cock slide into a hole just large enough to fit all shapes and sizes and she proceeded to suck him off. She took him in slowly, he said, sort of letting him get used to her slick tongue and warm mouth. “It was slow and all. And then the little slut took my whole meat in. Well, as much as she could because of the wall.”
When he came, he said, she didn’t move. Just took him in deeper. “She swallowed every last bit.”
I met Blaspheme at the bukkake event. Several men circled her naked body. She seemed taller when she was on her knees letting them dump their loads on her face, mouth and tits. But when she was standing next to me, she was shorter.
“Cum on my tits,” she demanded of one of the men. “You know you fucking want to cum on my tits.”
At that point, I wanted to eat her out. The taste of her pussy was just in reach. All I had to do was get up and do it. I’m sure the guys would have loved that.
“Cum inside my mouth. I wanna taste that cum.”
She was a demon. She was an angel. A vixen and a virgin. And at the end, she was covered in fresh splooge.
*E. Pittman, former stripper at a club Blaspheme frequented. After Blaspheme’s disappearance from the public eye, Pittman, who kindly asked us not to use her name, succumbed and vanished as well. Finding her was a tough act. Getting this excerpt and others wasn’t an easy job.
There’s a reason I love fucking eighteen year olds more than fucking someone who is old enough to buy herself a drink and that’s because they will fuck and suck for me to give them what they want. Of course, like the asshole I am, I wind up changing my mind after I splooge all of their little faces. But this girl didn’t want a drink. She wanted revenge. Cliché, I know, but what’s a guy in my stature supposed to do? Just pass up some horny young slut?
And what made this experience better was the fact that she wasn’t wearing that skimpy underwear her slutty friends normally wore. She was wearing floral print bra and panties – not a thong, not a g-string, not anything that remotely shouts I like fucking! But normal underwear, what most would call “granny panties,” but are far from the fact.
I just stood there, hard cock in my hand, as she took off those loose fitting clothing to show her voluptuous body hidden away behind cotton. She got on her knees and just took me in her mouth.
“We’ll be late,” I said.
“But it’ll be worth it when you cum.”
And indeed it was.
[Writer’s note: I’m sorry about the delay in a lot of these posts. The perfect Texas weather has crippled my connection and my electricity. With Hurricane Dolly out of my hair – I live in the area that was hit – I’m glad to say that my connection is back and my power is on for a longer period of time, hopefully. The weeks before Dolly, bad weather and wind killed a lot of the power. I’m sure now that we’re back in the good ol’ Texas heat, I’ll be sharing more fuck stories than I originally have the later parts of this month. I apologize once again.]
She gets hornier when it’s storming. She walks around with wet see through panties; her bra discarded somewhere between her room and my study. Voluptuous tits bouncing with eat step. Blond hair curtaining them.
“You think you can tear away for a moment?” she asks, sliding her hand down to her moist pussy, rubbing the clit. She takes her fingers and touches her lips until they loosen and let the slick of her cunt enters her mouth. “I’m tasting rather sexual.”
“You want a good fuck, then?” I ask, pulling off my belt. My cock is hard, jutting through my pants. “You’re gonna have to earn it.”
And like the good girl she is, this vixen at twenty-one, she complies by getting on all fours and taking my meat in her mouth.
She laid there, naked. Her soaked panties on the floor. The stale scent of sex lingered in the air. This girl wasn’t Blaspheme. She was just someone who fit the description. After all the searching for her, I had finally given in to my own personal lusts and found the first girl who fit the words others had said. Which was hard considering the differences in the hair, mouth and tits in various descriptions from past lovers and one night stands.
“You wanna fuck me in the ass?” she asked, lifting her cute apple shaped butt up. I slapped it, watching it shake around. Blaspheme wouldn’t ask; she’d demanded.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she’d bark at me. My cock would be rock hard, already in the moment of bursting. And I would, inside her ass and she’ll moan and say, “You like fucking me in the ass, don’t you? Say you like fucking me in the ass.”
“She’s heart breaker,” the woman behind the sunglasses says. “She sucks you into her world, takes what she needs from you and breaks your heart.”
“You two had a fling?” I asked.
“She had a fling; I had something.”
She provides me evidence, a fuzzy self portrait of her and Blaspheme lying on the bed, nude. Blaspheme is looking off in the distance, a quirk the woman later says belongs to the subject.
“But she can sure eat pussy. She eat me out well. We were lipstick lesbians at best. Neither was a top, we sort of just took turns at the game. But she can make me cum in moments and I can make her cum as well. It’s hard to fake a squirt like that. It’s not someone just pissing like you see in porn. It’s something more than that.”
“So what happened?”
She shrugged, “One day, after an hour of sex, she was gone. I never heard from her again.”
“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” he said. “She’s a blonde nineteen year old girl from Texas. And yes, she loves to fuck, but mostly women. If a man’s involved, she prefers eating out to sucking cock. Either way it gets us hot right?”
I nodded.
“But this one time, I was alone with her. She just stripped down and said, ‘I’m going to give you a show.’ So she got on the floor on the balls of her toes at took her fingers and started rubbing her clit furiously. My cock was rock hard, but she strictly said no touching. She likes to take control.”
“You said something about the socks and shoes,” I add in before his memory becomes a masturbatory fantasy.
“Yes,” he nodded in recollection. “The shoes and socks. Sex, masturbation, oral, anything that has to do with her getting sexual, she loves to wear shoes and socks. She took me shopping at this store once. I believe it’s called The Wet Kitten. The salesman knows her there.”
