Pure sex

Special Delivery Girl

2009-07-02T01:45:00.000-07:00

I knew my package would be arriving today. I was so excited. I ordered one of those jackrabbit toys my friend had told me about and was ready to have the time of my life. I waited by the door in my robe. Why even get dressed, I was just going open the box and hop into bed. I’d been drooling about this since I ordered it online. It had everything from rotating, to vibrating, to heat and you could set the ears to your preference. I shivered just thinking about it. I know it sounds silly, me sitting at my dining room table, in my robe, completely wet thinking about a toy. But it had been ages since I’d had sex and my fingers were tired.
The doorbell rang and I rushed to the door. As I opened it I saw the delivery girl, dressed in all brown. Her uniform was tight fitting and hugged her curves. “Special Delivery.” She said. I thought quickly and invited her in. She agreed, this was her last stop for the day and wasn’t in a hurry. “Well good, you can stay and see what you’ve brought me.” I know my smile was a bit mischievous cause she blushed.
I got a knife and cut open the box. I pulled the flaps apart to reveal a ton of shipping peanuts. She shifted through them and found another box. She pulled it out and held it up. “Ultra Jackrabbit” she said. What it was dawned on her and she blushed again. I giggled as I opened the box. She took the instructions and starting reading, telling me how to change the settings and how to use it.
I had a bright idea. “Hey, why don’t you show me how to use it?” Her face went completely red. “Me? But I don’t know how to use that. I’ve never used on before.” “You’ve got the instructions right there.” I retaliated. She knew she’d lost that battle. I invited her to my bedroom where I promptly dropped my robe to the floor. Her gasp startled me and I turned to face her. “Am I offending you in any way?” I asked. She shook her head, “No, quite the opposite. I’m quite turned on.” With that said she removed her brown outfit and made for the bed with instructions in her hand.
As she read the instructions, I tried to follow them. I just couldn’t concentrate with her sexy body next to me and her sultry voice filling my ears. I turned on the rabbit and managed to get it to just vibrate. As she read the instructions to me I ran the rabbit along her shaven mound. She jerked slightly as the rabbit hummed along her moistened lips. She looked over at me and smiled. I took that as a ‘go ahead’. So I did. I pushed it a little harder against her lips so the tip passed her lips and touched her clit. The moan that escaped her lips filled the room.
She began to squirm on the bed as I moved the vibrating little rabbit around her pussy. How do I make it rotate? She quickly found where the instructions pointed out the button and repeated it to me. I giggled and kept rubbing her clit with the humming fake cock. As she let her guard down I slipped the rabbit deep into her wetness. Her gasps quickly changed to a low moan as I changed the setting from vibrate to rotate. The little rabbit filled her completely. I found the button to make the ears vibrate along her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She loved this. I did too. I was so wet.
She writhed around on the bed as I worked the Jackrabbit slowly in and out of her tight hole. I reached up with one hand and gently squeezed her tits, helping her build up her climax. As the rabbit rotated inside her, it hit her g-spot over and over again. She began to rock her hips; her moans grew louder and more frequent. I climbed up her body, placing kisses on her soft skin. Her scent filled my nose as I worked the rabbit deeper into her sweetness. As I slipped my tongue from my mouth and flicked it across her erect nipples her hand found my ass and squeezed tightly. I gently sucked her nipples into my mouth and rolled my tongue around them.
I felt her body begin to tremble as I kissed my way up her neck. Our tongues met and danced outside of our mouths until she lifted her head and shoved her tongue into my mouth. With that she moaned loudly, her body tensed and she wrapped her arms tightly around me. Her climax was consuming her. Her moans were making my entire body tingle.
As her climax began to subside she slid her hands down my body and found my wet pussy. Her fingers worked nimbly around my clit. The waves of pleasure they sent over my body made me shudder. She wrapped her other hand around mine that help the rabbit, and with a flick of her wrist the rotating stopped and the rabbit was free of her tight pussy. She brought her other hand up to my breast and began to knead it like dough. She rolled over on top of me and quickly had the rabbit rubbing against my clit. She turned it on and soon the light humming filled the room again.
My moans blended in with the rabbit’s constant humming. My clit ached for release as she teased me with the fake cock, letting it lightly touch me then taking it away. I whimpered every time she pulled it away. With one smooth motion she plunged the rabbit deep into my hole and hit the rotate button. I was in shear heaven. Her lips met mine again as she moved the toy in and out of my pussy. The ears rubbed against my clit, sending shivers up my spine.
It didn’t take long for me to cum. Making her peak and hearing her moans had gotten me pretty fucking horny. As her hand continued to roam my body and the little cock spun around in my hole I came. I closed my eyes tightly and arched my back as the pleasure from her sent me over the edge. My moans drowning out the hum of the good little rabbit. After a few moments my climax began to subside and she pulled the ‘cock’ from my pussy. She brought it up to our faces and licked one side of it like a Popsicle. Both of our juices covered the rabbit entirely. I joined her. Our scents filled my nose as I tasted us.
After we cleaned the toy she kissed me firmly again and smiled as she looked for her clothes. I lie there on the bed still trying to regain my senses. As she pulled on her shirt she asked if she could come over tomorrow after her shift to help me test the rabbit again. I laughed and agreed. Special Delivery indeed!

I Don’t Understand Some Relationships

2009-07-02T00:48:00.000-07:00

The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle shop. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was.
The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front, what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of, in essence, “Get Drunk! Cheap! Here.” The weather in Cambridge had been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month until October. But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to a passably nice day. The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift.
The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my tongue to avoid.
I didn’t notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a newspaper. He had a smile that I’m certain was intended to be apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked, but I was inconsolable. A line had formed, and she joined the end of it, not stopping to pick anything up. With each sale, I noticed a little more of her.
Bottle of wine, $12.95. Short blonde hair.
Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49. About 5′ 8″, blue halter top. Nice figure.
Bottle of gin, $6.80. Cute, button nose.
She reached the front of the line, and gave me a smile that broke through my lousy mood. Blue eyes. A little necklace that looked vaguely Southwestern, all turquoise and silver.
“I’m looking for Cedar Street? Any idea where that is?”
We’re at the corner of Mass Ave. and Cedar. This was going to be a short encounter. I told her.
“No, no, not that Cedar! Cedar in Somerville. I love Boston, but I hate driving in Boston.”
We’re in Boston the way New Jersey is in Manhattan, but I wasn’t going to start that line of conversation.
“Where are you from?”
“California. How about yourself?”
“Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I’m going to Harvard …” I started in, but I seemed to have said the magic word.
“Lancaster! I have friends in Lancaster.” Reminded me a bit too much of the Pennsylvania license plates, but she’s gone on. “They’re members of my sorority, and I just saw them at our June Weekend reunion. I’m in town for that …”
As she went on, a one-person conversation, I took in her voice (quite husky, considering her bubbly demeanor) and glanced (with appropriate discretion, I hoped) up and down her body. She was, well, well-stacked. Unfortunately, my discretion was insufficient for the task, and I looked back up to her face to see her smiling at my regard. As I blushed, she leaned down over the counter.
“Some people get all the fun jobs,” she said, in a low, conspiratorial voice.
“Uh, yeah.” Witty reply. Clever. That’s right, I thought, wow her with your intellect.
“Place seems quiet, today” She said, glancing around, stretching herself. Her elbows sunk slowly onto the countertop. I looked up from the view thus created by the lowering of the halter-top fabric to see her looking at me with a smile that had switched from conspiratorial to something else.
“Think of anything we could do to make the job more fun?” she said.
“Well, it’s cooler in the back.” Shit, I thought, did I say that?
“We could fix that,” she said, turning around and surveying the back of the store for the door.
“This way,” I managed to gasp out with lungs that didn’t seem completely under my command. In one fluid motion, I had closed the register, grabbed a package of condoms from behind the counter, and locked the front door. No customers in the parking lot, good, just one car, must be her’s. It looks like there’s someone in it, but nah, couldn’t be, anyway, who cares?
I led her into the back room. It’s even worse than the typical back room of a liquor store, whatever that looks like. There are boxes piled everywhere, both empty and full, the usual collection of posters proclaiming that all you have to do is drink some terrible brand of bad American liquor and amazingly women who would scrape you off their shoe now will fall into bed with you. Not in so many words, of course, but the message is clear.
She surveyed the scene, with what I assumed was less than complete enthusiasm. Well, it is a bottle shop, not the Marriott. But when she turned around, she still has that infectious lovely smile on her face …
“I can cope with this.” She pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her lovely breasts still in a white bra. The bra came off a moment later, and she was in my arms, pulling me down to a kiss. And a very nice kiss it was, very deep and soft. Even with lots of tongue, there are kisses that are very sharp and angular-feeling, but this was a lover’s kiss. I still can’t completely explain the difference, but there you are.
With a plop, the package of condoms dropped to the floor. She somehow managed to slither out of her shorts while kissing me, and did a lovely, slow, descent to her knees, running her hands down my chest. Kissing me through my jeans, she unbuttons them, and applies her mouth to my already-hard cock with tremendous skill.
“Now …” Lick. “I don’t …” Slurp. “have …” Gulp. “much time for this,” she finally managed to get out, between licks with her tongue along my balls, “so let’s be quick!”
Nothing like a little performance anxiety to make an evening special, but I wasn’t going to turn this down for anything.
She retrieved the packaged of condoms, and (with cardboard and wrappers flying everywhere) managed to extract one. As she stood up, naked except for jewelry and shoes, she rolled one onto me with one hand, the other steadying herself on my shoulder.
“OK, I’ll just bend over like this,” she said, as businesslike as if she was staging a play. She turned her back to me, and bent over, steadying herself on a pile of Guinness boxes. She spread her legs, and one hand spread her lips apart. Amazingly, she was very wet already, wet enough to…
“Well? C’mon!” she said, always impatient. OK, OK, I was just enjoying the view. I stepped forward, rubber-clad penis in hand, and slid it. There was almost no resistance, I was amazed.
I started slowly, with long strokes, but she was having none of it. She started setting the rhythm, pushing back, in, out, in out. Her free hand was playing with her clit, and she was starting a lovely pattern of moans in time with her thrusts. In, out, in out … she came once, twice as I finally lost control and pounded into her, grabbing her hips.
She started screaming, loud enough that I was afraid the next door dry-cleaners would hear. “Yes, yes, YES!” she yelled out as I came, much faster than I thought I ever would, shaking as my cum poured out of me.
I staggered back, a bit unsure of my balance, and came out of her with a pop. She gave a small whimper of displeasure, but was back into her shorts and tank top (bra in the pocket of the shorts) before I even had the condom all the way off.
“That was very nice, thanks. I better go, my boyfriend’s waiting.”
“BOYFRIEND!”
“Yeah, he’s in the car. He’ll wonder what’s taking so long.”
“Boyfriend?” OK, I had already said it, but I still wasn’t quite getting the answer I was looking for.
“Relax, he’s reading a newspaper, and nothing distracts him from that. Anyway, gotta go! Thank you kindly,” she said, with just a touch of an affected southern accent. And with a small peck on the cheek, out she went through the store, unlocking the front door and tearing out of it.
I staggered into my clothes, cleaned up the condom package debris in the storage room, and put one condom-package worth of change in the register (the owner would notice, he’s that kind of guy).
I watched the car pull away, and head down Mass Ave. Even through the grimy windows, I can see that it was the guy with the $100 driving.
I still don’t understand some relationships.

Cheating

2009-07-02T00:41:00.000-07:00

I had been married for 11 years, when my wife took her first full-time job. She worked at a department store in the jewelry department. All day long, she would help customers. On occasion, a worker from another department would help her out when there were too many customers. Well, this worker was a guy who was 10 years younger than her. He was only 19 at that time. His name was Ed.
Donna (my wife) had been true to me for 13 years. We had discussed going out with others, and had decided that if the right opportunity ever came along we would do it. But this was years ago. So I was very surprised when Donna asked me what I thought about her possibly going out with Ed. I was shocked! Not that it really bothered me, but I just never thought she’d ever really do t.
I asked her about him, and from what she told me, I realized I didn’t have anything to be jealous of. He was 19, dark brown hair and eyes, about 5′11″ and weighed 225 lbs. He still lived at home with his parents, and worked only part time. There was no way he could entice her to stay with him for good. After I thought a minute, I said “Sure. Why not? But let me know what it is like!”
She then leaned over me in bed, and took hold of my cock, and asked me to tell her what REALLY felt good. So, as she stroked my cock, and started licking on it, I told her (really, she already knew all of that!) She told me she would try to do it that next weekend.
When Friday night arrived, I waited up for her. She was home on time!
“What happened?”
She told me that she had left little hints for him, but that he didn’t seem to catch on. She waited for him at her car, but he didn’t come there. So, finally, she drove home.
I told her that she may have to be a little more direct the next night.
On Saturday, I was watching our kids. After putting them to bed for the night, I waited up for her. At the usual time, she arrived home. But another car pulled in after her!
She came in and told me she was dropping her car off, and that Ed was waiting outside for her. I kissed her, and let her out the door.
What happened with them is the story that follows. After she came home, I asked her for the details. So here it is:
At work that night, she walked up to Ed and told him she waited outside for him the previous night. He was flabbergasted! He apologized to her and said he’d make it up to her tonight. (This was hard for her: she’s a very shy person)
When it was time to close up, Ed came up to her and asked if it was still on for after work. Saying yes, she turned to him and he quickly kissed her.
She had him follow her home so she could drop off the car. After she was in his car, they drove to a school parking lot, and parked under some trees where there was very little light. She had bought some wine (to help get her nerve up) and he had some beer.
After talking and drinking for an hour, she felt his finger brushing against her breasts. She opened her eyes and leaned toward him, and they kissed. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as far as he could. She put her arms around him, and the kiss lasted a minute. Then his right hand moved around to the front and started tickling her breast. He kissed her lips, and moved his lips across her face, kissing her cheeks, then her ear lobes, and moving down to her neck.
Opening her blouse, his lips moved downward to lightly lick around the top of her breasts. Reaching around behind her, he undid her bra, and pulled it off. He grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, and started rubbing and squeezing them. Donna leaned toward him and kissed him. Then she leaned back against the door, and let the feelings come.
Ed licked her tits, and started sucking them; first one, then the other. His right hand moved down and rubbed along the insides of her thighs, until he reached her crotch. Then, rubbing hard, his other hand undid her pants.
Donna told him she’d get her pants off, which she did, and took off everything else too. Ed just sat there watching her. When she was completely naked, he leaned forward and sucked her tits some more. Meanwhile, his hands were busy stroking her thighs, and rubbing her crotch. His kisses moved down, past her tits, to her navel, and then to the pubic hair. Donna lay back on the seat, and Ed started licking her clit, moving in small circles with the tip of his tongue, and then sucking her clit while biting with his lips. Her pussy was getting real wet by now, and his finger slid in easily. He licked and sucked on her clit, while one hand rubbed and squeezed her tits, and the other hand was finger fucking her.
After a few minutes, she sat up and had him take his clothes off. He had very little hair on his chest (which she liked), and she started kissing on his chest. Moving downward, she slid her tongue into his belly button, then went even farther. His cock was hard, and almost reached his navel. She then started rubbing her fingers along the shaft of it, feeling it get even larger and harder. Then she grabbed it and lifted it up away from his belly.
Kissing it along the shaft, she moved her lips up until the head of it was touching her. She suddenly slid it into her mouth, taking all of it in. Ed moaned in ecstacy, and lifted himself off the car seat. Donna started sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, sliding her tongue around it, and squeezing it with her lips. After doing this a few minutes, she pulled it out and kissed down the length of it. Reaching his balls, Donna licked on them and slid first one, then the other, into her mouth, lightly sucking on them. His balls had no hair, and slid very easily. Kissing back upward along the shaft of his cock, she took the head in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around and around it. Going faster and faster. Then she shoved his cock deep into her mouth again, and moved her head up and down, fucking him with her mouth.
Ed kept saying that he “couldn’t believe this was happening to him. It’s too good! Suck my cock, babe! Oooh, yeah, slide it all the way in…” So Donna did. She moved her mouth up and down his cock, until Ed all of a sudden grabbed her hair and started thrusting his cock in her mouth. In a couple more seconds, she felt him cum in her mouth, the hot liquid hitting the back of her throat and pooling on her tongue. Tasting it, she decided it was good, and started swallowing it, tightening her lips around his cock, feeling it throb, pushing his cum into her mouth. He had a lot of cum, and it took a few minutes for him to finish.
When he was done, he asked if she wanted to continue, because he could cum again. So she kept sucking on him, occasionally getting some more cum out. But his rigid cock didn’t go limp. So she lay down in the backseat, and he got on top of her. She was so wet, that his cock slid right in, all the way in. His cock was hard and long, and big around, and felt oh so good! He started pumping his cock in her, and she wrapped her legs around his back, grabbing his ass and pulling him to her. His cock was hitting against her cervex, sliding past it. He grabbed her ass and they both pulled each others asses, shoving his cock inside her. His mouth was on her breasts, sucking them, sliding his tongue across to the other tit, and sucking that one. Soon Donna could feel the tightening in her groin, and started cumming. Her legs pulled him inside her, trying to push it even farther in. Her cunt grabbed his cock, wanting to swallow it, her crotch grinding against his. Before she was done cumming, he shuddered, and she felt his cock throb, squirting his hot semen inside her.
They had a cigarette together, and then Ed said he could do it again! So she slid her lips around his cock, and started mouth fucking him again. It was pressing up against the back of her throat, and she sucked him off so good that he cum in her mouth again! She liked the taste of it, swallowing it and sucking out each and every drop of it. A few minutes later, he went limp in her mouth.
They were both worn out. It had been 6 hours, 5 of which was pure sex.
When she got home, I kissed her, tasting his cum. I didn’t realize that was what it was. It turned out that my cum tastes bitter, but his is sweet! Oh, well. At least she enjoyed herself. And I enjoyed hearing about it.
They went out a few more times, at least one of which I’ll tell you about another time…