Hot Humid Horney Days  

rm_luvemsmooth3 59M
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6/28/2006 2:07 pm

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Hot Humid Horney Days


I slept outside, on a blanket, in the secluded area I have created in the back of the house. It was one of those sticky, clothes stuck to your skin type of nights. I didn't even bring a towel, to cover with, in case someone accidently happened back there. After all, no one ever does. Even in the light of day I go back ther naked, I never wear clothes when I'm at home anyway and esepcially out there. I'm usually hard and always ready and in this type of weather...it's more so. Little did I know that this night would be different...I lay there all night, from before midnight, awakened again and again with the stiff, enlarged man meat that nature had provided me, I starred at it and only dreaming, imagining, until I slipped back into sleepyness; only to awaken again with the raging desire in my loins that did not, nor would not subside, even as I slept. You couldn't sleep because the batteries in your vibrator, you slept with inside your pussy, had gone dry early through the night. When you came out of your slumber, well before dawn, the sheet was thrown back and your naked body was covered with beads of sweat from the heat, and yes, the realization that you had awakened because your fingers were gently diddling your clit, now brought you closer yet closer; this was your most vivid reality...You knew what you had to do! What you chose to wear would have had your arrested if normally worn in public. It was what you kept lying around just in case someone came to the door or you needed to step outside, but you had a sense of urgency this night and as you walked outside and over to where you had seen me on other occasions, from the small window that was the only possible place anyone could have seen me, for I couldn't conceal myself completely, your only thought was to satisfy your own unquenchable thirst for fulfillment. I thought I had 'checked out' the remote possibility, for it was a distant window, but...As I awoke, in the dim pre-dawn glow, I beheld the vision of your thin sun dress cascading down over your smooth, naked skin, to a heap at your feet. I thought I recognized you and you assured me that we had passed each other many times as I walked, without a shirt, in my small, thin nylon shorts, that did little to hide the outline of my, as you said, "Bulging crotch," on the trail north of town each day. As you stepped out from your dress, you did not even possess the cover nature had provided for your beautiful love flower. Your body, legs and especially your pubic area, with the lucious lips of your treasure, were smooth. I could just see the moisture oozing from it's pettals, and except for your fingernail and toenail polish, you were totally that of my, and any real man's, wildest desires. I leaned up on my elbows, lying on my back, as the smile on your face was all the approval I needed, of my strong, hard, handsomely smooth shaven and trimmed, dripping, pulsating love muscle and nectar harness. As it jutted straight up from my tanned, solid body, proud, manly and strong, I lay there, my juices dripped and oozed until the wetness formed a pool on my flat stomach and ran down my shaft, covering my nectar sack. You said, "You look like a sail boat in the middle of a lake, with its sail struck down." You giggled, then your smile got ever bigger, as you wispered words I could barely hear, "It must be a very large sail! Huge, I'll give you!" You reached to the back of your head, with both hands, to fix the clip you had holding your hair. With your stomach slightly drawn in and your head tilted back, you gently shook your hair, to straighten it. This caused your already hard, pointed nipples to protrude even more as the shaking motion caused your ample breasts to jiggle, ever so. You gave the appearence of a goddess as you stood with your hands behind your head, continuing to refix the clip to hold your hair from your already moist skin. As you starred at me, my member became even harder, it bobbed in the air with each pulse of my heart. It was all I could do to keep it relaxed, lest it shoot all over me too soon. My love juice flowed now in a steady stream. I was like a 'satre' who had just encountered a nymph. Joyfully, you slowly slithered over to me, joining me on the blanket, strattling me with your hands on your hips. This opened your love canal to my now closer gaze, allowing me to realize what I was about to encounter. I sat up and kissed and licked you there, as if to give you the confidence I hoped you did not lack already. Kneeling between my spread legs you didn't even touch me, except to slither your tounge round and round the head of, and then to place your mouth over, my raging hardon. Sucking and licking my entire hairless region until all the pre-juice was yours, you continued until it was ever yet harder and saturated by your spit. With your eyes rooted to mine you now used your hands. You stroked and rubbed it, without jacking, your eyes never leaving mine. Constantly keeping it wet with your mouth and spit, stroking and teasing ever teasing, you were determined to take control and be sure in chalenging me. With fast strokes, then slower, then faster again, you were going to make me prove, with all my might, if I could last, if I would last. As you again put your mouth ever further down on the long, hard, tuscumsent you mastered before you, your cheeks caved in as your sucking became more and more determined and purposeful. You began rubbing my legs up and down and up over my stomach and chest and then back again and again; with your mouth pushing further and further up and down over my pulsing cock, the slurping sound defening, you stopped only in varried intervals to hold it as you licked and stroked it. With the slow up and down movement of your mouth, tounge and hands, your eyes still never left mine. You held it and took my jewels into your mouth; first one then the other; licking the sack until it itched, it was so wet from your spit. You knew and longed to see in my eyes, what wonderful sensational effect you were having over me and you took pride in witnessing the suffering I was experiencing as I was barely able to contain myself and not fill your mouth with squirt after squirt of thick, pundgent, love cream. In defiant adulation I exclaimed, "Suck it you Vixen! Come on, Suck it! It'll be a long time and a lot more work before you get what you're suckin' for!" This, as your buxom bossoms swayed with your every move and your nipples slightly, ever so slightly, brushed my thighs. The look in your eyes told me you didn't believe what I had just said and that you knew from the look on my face, and my apparent inability to move, that you were weakening my. You were bringing me to the brink and the desire for it in you caused you to persist relentlessly. You then licked your way up my stomach and chest, deep tounge kissing me and nestling and masaging my cock between your titties, I was nearing the point of no return and I knew your thoughts were not that of letting up. Rubbing your tits on me as you went up and down, a few strands of fallen hair also teasing my skin, I had to have more of your budding flower. I turned you around into a 69 position, so I could lick your woman scented pettals also, and wet you as well. Over me and facing my feet, you held me in one hand and rested your other on my lower abdomen, stroking and sucking my now numb menber, with abandon, as my licking and eating of your smooth, wet, dripping pussy, brought you closer and closer to readiness, for what seemed, my larger than your hole could accomodate, cock. After what seemed like an eternity, and with my aching nuts, hard and pounding, we snuggled together, stroking, rubbing, kissing with tounges entwined, licking, hugging, sucking and, OH, YES.....until the sun peeked over the hillside, in the overcast sky. When you finally mounted me, it was as if you were getting on a wild stallion. We were so turned on that you only made it half way down onto my manly pride before the contraction overtook you. In a three point position, on your toes and with your labia down over my hard, hard cock, your hands alternated between your knees and your head, as you could only squeeze my cock with your sweet, tight, smooth pussy and movement was impossible! I could feel the sweat that had dripped down your back and through your ass cheeks, drip onto my balls. Even if one of us could have moved, we did not. As you shook the clip from your hair, it swung around as you thrashed, and the wonderful feeling finally began to subside, but only slightly. As you slid your beautiful, smooth, wet pussy further down my long, smooth, hard shaft, you bucked like you were riding a bronco and with each full thrust downward, your feet left the blanket. As your ass cheeks slapped against my body you squeeled with joy. I crossed you legs indian style over my stomach and with your hands on your knees, you sat there poised on top of the world. Shuddering as you sat atop my loins, with me in you as far as it could go, your stomach fluttered and fluttered and fluttered and the low growl seemed never to stop as I could hear the air flowing completely out through your mouth, only to enter again with gasp after gasp, in short definite breaths. After a time of yet more squeezing of the innermost depths of you pussy on my deeply lodged, hard cock, you put your feet down and resumed your unbridled bouncing up and down, up and down. Your pointed, hard nippled breasts bounced up and down until I just had to reach up to hold them so you might not hurt youself! As I stroked them and caressed them I firmly held the nipples between my thumbs and fore fingers and began pintching harder yet harder, until you looked at me through glazed over eyes and uttered more wimpers and mones of delight. I couldn't believe the pleasure you gave me as I bucked up and down with you. It felt as if a hot poker had been lodged up into the hole at the end of my pole. Leaning up again on my elbows I now sucked on the protruding nipples of your striking, bouncing, sensitive titties. The areolas had become so hard that bumps had formed on the outer ridges causing them to appear as though they had tiny nipples around their edges. The taste was that of the sweet sweat from our physical movement in the heated early morning humidity. As you leaned forward, cupping your hands under them, to hold them firm for my mouth, your hair brushed over my face and shoulders, and I could hardly keep those full, wonderful mammaries in my mouth, for your pussy pace did not subside. First one, then the other, then the first again, I sucked hard and bit the nipples between my teeth, and you said, "Oh, yes! More! Oh, Yes!" As you continued to slide up and down with determination and in a feverd pitch, you seemed to be in oblivion! And so was I! We had connected in a way neither of us had ever before! I could tell by the varriance of your pace, you were not going to allow me to climax for a very, very long time, slowing to squeeze time and time again, all the while the obvious orgasms convulsing through your body. You had set my cock on fire as if it were a burning candle. This caused my sensation to heighten and disipate over and over, stronger and stronger each time, until you finally brought me to where I could hold back no longer. Then you stopped, glared into my eyes and scratching your fingers onto my head, only to grip my hair within your fingers, pushed yourself all the way down on my ready to explode shaft, so you were filled as full as you could be, and held my mouth tightly to your titties and my now throbbing cock meat, deep within your pussy. You were pushed down onto me like a snap that had rusted shut and you wiggled and squeezed until I knew I was about to fill you with, and that the thrust of my ejaculation would revet you off of me like a rocket being launched. You became completely still and while squeezing harder than ever, held and held for a very, very long moment, shuddering and slightly bucking while savoring the last reminent of your strongest orgasm thusfar! On and on you held, then somehow, you dismounted, with a loud pop. My overused, now oversized, more than stiff, hard cock, swayed back and hit my stomach with an audibal plop. Slowly, ever so teasingly slowly, once again, for longer than I thought possible, with your eyes rivoted to mine, you licked my totally crazed, stiff, hard cock, all the while not touching it, except with your tounge. Then while gently jacking me, as you continued licking the head, the love nectar began to pour out and then shoot into the air; landing over my stomach and on your arm...some on you face as you caught as much as you could with your tounge. Of course, you didn't allow me to stop as you continued licking and sucking, until every drop was consumed by your wonton drinking and licking up of the juice, only a woman in your lust filled, wonton state could need and desire. On and on into the late morning we continued, as you slyly looked into my eyes with heated abandonment, gripping and still slowly stroking and licking my, what seemed to be an 'all day sucker', you coyly asked me, "Can we do it somemore?" All this, and more, culminating with my face again nessled at your love mound, and my tounge rapidly licking your beautiful swolen, cum flavored rose pettals, sticking it into your cavern and wiggling it and wiggling it, until you couldn't begin to hold still. You bucked and came again and again, and the moments mounted. When you finally relaxed, I continued to lick your tasty, well fucked, lavishly eaten pussy depths until there was no apparent sign of movement by you. As you limply layed there on your back, spent from the ordeal, I put your flacid legs up and with your feet over my shoulders, I entered you fast, hard and deep with one stroke, and proceeded to give you what I hoped you really desired. As my renewed vigor was raging through my cock, I had no fear of release again for some time soon. As I held your ankles and rose onto my toes, you looked again into my eyes and wispered to me, "I can't take it anymore! Pleeeze! You're even harder now than when we started!" Lifting your ass off the blanket, I was only supported by my yet larger, throbbing, smooth, stiff man pole. As I fucked it in and out of your tight, smoother, wetter, more swollen pussy, with a vigorus determination I hadn't had ever before; it was as if I had jacked off several times in a row, and was now, although still stiff, hard, and wanton, uncontrolable to the point of no return. I fucked you like a teenage boy entering a pussy for the very first time. As I pounded you and pounded you, my now dangling balls slapped your ass with every stroke. Your ever so more swollen inner pussy was tighter, wetter and smoother than hours before when you came the first time atop my then, 'fresh' fuck stick. As I fucked you ever harder and ever deeper you continued to stare deeply into my eyes, through totally glazed over eyes of your own. You came out of your stooper with what seemed a renewed sence of urgency and shouted my name, "Oh, Luvemsmooth, Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me Harder!" "Deeper, YEEESSS!" "Oh what a man you are! You're so BIG!" "Oh God, you're so FUCKING BIG and HARD!" "God Damn You, You Bastard, Fuck Me with that BIG, HARD, WONDERFUL, HUGE COCK!" "I've never felt so much like a slut before! Give me more, FUCK me more, give me more!" As your voice started to weaken I was encouraged even further by your now almost wispering chant. "You've made me feel like a real woman! I Love It, Oh how I Love It!" "I don't think I'll ever get enough NOW! Fuck me, and don't you dare stop, I never want this to end!" As I continued to give it to you, in like fashion, you coaxed me to turn you over and allow you on your knees. "Bang me! Bang me!" you shouted, like a whore in heat. The sun was now high in the overcast sky, your begging continued and once again became stronger, as I thrusted harder and harder, again and again, you rolled me onto my back again, without loosing me from inside you, and with your hands on my shoulders behind you and your feet on my knees, you bucked and bucked and....AAAAAHHHHH!
I love those, "Hot Humid Horney Days." <

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