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Bus Ride part5

Monday, June 15th, 2009

arch her neck with the sudden sensation.

I watched her face, drawing different expressions of passion from it as I
moved my hands over her, as if she were an instrument which produced fresh
sounds as I moved my fingers over it’s form. I moved my fingertips gently
into the little hard area of smooth, crinkle-edged flesh which was her anus,
felt it tightly resist and then give way so that my finger moved softly,
persistently, sawing into the softer depths, and cries broke from her lips
in a consistent stream.

My loins were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning which swept through me
in gusts of heat. I gasped and quivered as I fucked, revelling in her
flesh, flesh of this beautiful sexy girl whom I’d never seen before tonight.

I ran my hands from her buttocks down her thighs to feel my own chafing
prick ramming in and out, to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held it
firmly in and were now running with moisture which overflowed stickily down
her thighs.

Her arms, which had been moving jerkily around her head like a puppet’s,
fists closing and opening spasmodically, swept down now and held my own
buttocks as they tensed and thrust at her.

“Oh, oh, oh…darling, hard, hard!” she begged, gasping as if she’d burst
something in her throat. She was nearing her climax and her body had become
something demoniac, hardly human as she twisted and contorted, spreading her
legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at
the knees, urging me on.

Her body was hot. Her head moved wildly from side to side, that full lower
lip thrust out still further, her mouth open in abandon. She swung her soft
thighs up and clasped my waist in a scissors grip with her calves, winding
her legs right round my body, tightening her grip on me, waving her ass from
side to side, spiralling her quim down at my searching, hotly expanded cock.

“I’m coming!”, she gasped suddenly with a sharp shrill intense passion.
“I’m coming….aaaaaah….”. She grabbed my face as she came and bit my
mouth at the same time as her body from breasts to thighs arched
convulsively into mine and held there with the intensity of a sudden cramp
and her orgasmic fluid seemed to increase still further around my still
hard-probing prick and ran down her smooth thighs, wetting my balls, too, as
they brushed against her vaginal lips.

The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to my own climax. I dug
deeply into her, forcing her legs up almost to her neck, doubling her over,
screwing into her like a mad man, crashing up to her cervix with my
pulsating near-bursting rod. She continued to gasp and pant with little
fluttering movements of her belly and thighs. She was still highly excited
and followed my directions, whenever I wanted her to move, with a wild eager
passion.

“Darling,” she murmured. “It’s good, it’s good. Fill me now, fuck me hard
let me have it”. So she encouraged me, filling me with sharp, ecstatic
pains in the region of my loins so that my prick grew and grew until I could
hardly stand it and my breath was rasping in and out of my open lips and my
hands clasped and dug into her buttocks convulsively.

“Kill me with it, darling”, she murmured. “That’s…ah …a..ah!”. She
gasped as I thrust savagely high and hard, searing up through her passage,
resting at the apex of my drive and jogging there for a second before
withdrawing a little for another thrust and another.

I could feel I was on the edge of coming. It was unbearable, I had to come
now or I would die. I gasped, groaned, felt the bursting, heard her moan a
little and hold me tightly round my shoulders and then with a long groan
which went on and on reverberating round the room I climaxed into her,
shooting my sperm high up into her open, receptive channel towards her womb.

Much later, after we’d climbed the heights twice more in different
positions, each time with the same trembling abandon on her part and the
same bone-shaking orgasm on my part, she said to me, “I must go now…..”

She gathered up her clothes and disappeared into the bath. I wondered at
such passion and joy from a stranger that I had met on the bus. Before I
knew it and before I could object or ask her name, she had left the hotel
room.

Months later, in my cold lonely apartment, as I think of the episode, I know
I’ll never see her again. I’ve ridden the same bus many times looking but
I’ve never seen her. Sometimes I wonder if it really happened. Then I
realized it had to be real, no dream could be that intense. Now however,
she is but a memory that I’ll always cherish and dream of again and again.

Bus Driving Experience part2

Thursday, June 4th, 2009

One day, near the end of school, Angie had on a new short skirt and
asked me what I thought of it.

“I think it’s really attractive,” I told her. “I love the way it
shows off your great legs. I bet it got a lot of attention from
your classmates.”

“Thank you!” said Angie. “I really needed that. The girls have been
a little cold today and the guys weren’t so chatty either. They all
treat me like a little kid.”

This was the latest chapter in one of Angie’s biggest complaints about
her position in this town — her small build and her little-girl features
made it difficult for those who didn’t know her to appreciate that she
had a lively mind and a mature outlook on things.

“Naw,” I reassured her, “it’s just because the girls are jealous and
the guys are left in awe.”

“You always say the sweetest things,” Angie said and leaned over to give
me a peck on the cheek. As she bent over to nuzzle my cheek, her button-
up blouse fell open before me. The two perky pink nipples projecting from
her white chest looked exciting to me. They reminded me that my little
friend Angie was also a developing young woman.

With my cock lengthening in my lap, I used the time until all the kids had
boarded to adjust my mirror so I could see Angie better. As I drove, I
kept glancing in it to look over those long lovely legs. It’s a wonder
we made the trip safely that day. Despite her feigned maturity, Angie
was still unconscious about keeping her knees together like an older
girl would. To my delight, her legs would occasionaly part or she
would slip down in her seat. At those times, I would get a glimpse of
her plain white panties stretched across her little crotch. By the time
we reached her house, I had a full erection.

I hurried home to jack off, my mind swirling with the quick view of her
budding titties and the sight of her little-girl underpants peeking from
between her slender thighs. Getting myself more worked up, I fantasized
that she had known she was displaying her charms to me. I got tremendously
excited at the thought that some girl would show herself to me in that
way, even if she was five years younger than me. When it came, after
only a few firm strokes, my wad soaked the toilet paper I was holding
and my spine nearly crumpled from the intense pleasure.

When Angie boarded the bus the next day, I naturally noticed that she had
on an even shorter skirt.

“I hope your classmates were more friendly today,” I offered.

“No, they weren’t. I even got some comments about how I was TRYING to
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Leave the Driving to someone else part2

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

Carol, my name is Keith.”
“Do you live in Dallas?”
“No. At least not yet. I am going to visit a friend, and
see about a job that may be waiting for me.” Since she had
already told me she was going to visit her married daughter, I
didn’t pursue the conversation.
“And just what is it that you do,” she asked?
“I am a commercial artist,” I replied. “Sometimes I get into
package art work, package design, and do some things with
computer graphics.”
“That sounds very interesting,” she said. “Would you mind if
I moved and sat next to you? It would make conversation a lot
easier.” I motioned for her to come on over, and as I started to
move to the seat next to the window, she said to stay where I
was, and slid in front of me and, half falling, dropped into the
seat next to me.
“There,” she said, “that’s a lot better. Now we don’t have
to yell at each other.” I nodded my head in response. We talked
a little, mostly about nothing. Finally, she was silent for a
minute or two, and then making some remark about the heater in
the bus being extremely efficient, she leaned forward and tugged
her sweater off over her head, settling back in the seat, finally.
Underneath her sweater, she had on a t-shirt, and underneath
it, nothing. Her nipples were prominent against the soft fabric,
and as I glanced at her, they poked out even further. She caught
the glance, and then, with a smile, smoothed the fabric out,
pulling it tight across her breasts.
It was obvious that she was built rather well, and proud of
it, too. We rode silently for a while. I sipped and finished
off my Pepsi, and as I tossed the empty can into the seat behind
us, she smiled at me.
“Do you know the difference between kinky and perverted?”
Her question caught me a little off guard.
“No,” I said. “But I am always glad to learn something new.”
“Well, kinky is where you use just a feather,” she said,
laughing. “And perverted is where you use the whole chicken.”
Her eyes were dancing as they stared into mine, trying to judge
my reaction, I guess.
“If that’s true,” I responded. “Then I guess I might be
considered a pervert. Though I never really thought about it
that much,” I added.
Again, she smiled. A knowing smile, if you know what I mean,
and then she said, “me too,” and laughed. Her hand moved from
her lap to my knee, tracing a light circle with her fingers. I
made no move to stop her, and as we rode along, her hand moved
higher and closer to my crotch, and once, as the bus lurched
across a bump, her hand grazed my cock. I turned to look at her,
but her eyes gave away nothing, just stared into mine and seemed
to say that she was doing exactly what she wanted to do.
Her hand became busy again, and as she lightly rubbed my
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellbunchtxt part5

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

she said what if they catch us
she told me the door did not have a lock
i took her chair and rolled it to the door
i put the back of her chair to the door
she was still in the chair
i told her now they can’t get in
she giggled
i started to unbutton her blouse
i unbuttoned it very slowly
one button at a time
then i opened her blouse without removing it
she was not wearing a bra
my neck bent down
my lips encircled her nipples
i gentlely sucked on them
i kept moving from breast to breast
her nipples were very hard
she put her hands in my hair
and lowered my head to her crotch
i unzipped her jeans
and pulled them down
which was not easy since she was sitting down
she slipped lower in the chair to give me access to her
she moved my head right over her vagina
my tongue went into her
i spent a few seconds exploring her
finding her clit
my tongue moved over her clit slowly
then faster and faster
and faster
i was driving her crazy
she could not stay still
she told me that she wanted me in her now
i told her i would have to go into her from the back
because she had to hold the chair against the door
she said it was ok
just do it now
her hand came from my hair to my fly
she unzipped me quickly
and pulled my pants down
she again said she wanted me now
she got out of the chair
and turned around
and held the chair against the door
she bent over slightly
my penis was very hard
i moved it to her
it found the lips of her vagina
and it entered her
i held her hips
…End of the part5. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellbunchtxt part15

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

you smile that wicked smile again
your hands reach down to me
i watch your hands approach my balls
you hold them gentlely in the palm of your hands
you apply pressure to them suddenly
it hurts like hell
you tell me to stop struggling
and to behave
or you would do it again
i stop
i do not like pain
you crawl over me
your hands and your body move down me
and then up me
you hold my head in your arms
you move your head to mine
you place your lips on mine
you try to kiss me
i move my head
you reach down
you squeeze my balls
i stop when i feel the pain
you again try to kiss me
this time i let you kiss me
you force your tongue into my mouth
you kiss me very hard
your tongue explores my mouth
your mouth move from my lips
your mouth move down my chest
your mouth moves to my nipples
you lick them
you place one nipple in your mouth
you bite it
it hurts
but i can not make any sound
i can not scream
you then bite the other
nipple
it hurts
you move down me
you move to my penis
you lick the tip
your tongue moves around and around the tip
you are driving me crazy
you place your mouth over my penis
you take it into your mouth
and tighten your hold on it with your lips
you move it in and out of your mouth
you increase the pressure
you move it in and out faster
…End of the part15. To be continued..

Afternoon in the Booth part2

Sunday, April 26th, 2009

good view too. Jack pulled off at an exit and then pulled into a parking lot.
He had driven us up to the adult book store that he had visited on his trip.
I really didn’t want to go in as I figured it would be the raincoat crowd and
figured I would be conspicuous as the only female there. Jack pleaded and I
relented.

We entered through the double doors into a room that was poorly lit and
had racks with magazine all over them. An overweight guy leaned from behind
the counter looked down from the TV at us as we entered, then returned to his
show. Another guy scurried down a hallway into a booth to watch a peep show.
A girl sat on a bar stool near the counter watching the TV also. She was
dressed in a robe and had light brown hair. Jack said that he wanted us to
watch the stripper together. We went to the booth and the girl got off the
stool and started to go for the back entrance. We closed and locked the door
to the booth and Jack pulled out a roll of quarters. Just like Jack to always
be prepared. The booth was dark with a board that ran the width of the booth
at the back that served as a seat. By the machine that quarters were put in
was a roll of toilet paper. It was dingy and sort of forbidden. A large
window with a curtain was opposite the seat and would serve as the stage. A
slot with a sign that said “Tips” was near the window. Jack dropped some
quarters in the machine and a light came on behind the curtain. The girl we
had seen as we entered pulled the curtain away and was dressed in a teddy.
The robe was in a pile on a seat in the back next to a tape player. She
picked up a phone and pointed to the phone near the tip slot. Jack picked it
up and held it between us so that we could both hear. She said that here name
was Carol. She said that the quarters paid for the lights (3 minutes for a
quarters) but that the dancers worked for tips. She said that it cost $10.00
for her to dance topless, $20.00 to dance totally nude, $25.00 for spreads, or
$35.00 for the deluxe package with insertion. She said that as there was two
of us, she would want extra. Jack pulled out a fifty and asked for the
complete show. She hung up the phone as Jack put the money in the slot and
turned on the tape player. Music with a strong beat came on and she started
swaying here hips to the music. She reached in front and undid some buttons
on the front. She turned around and shook her behind at us and reached for
the straps on the teddy. Jack sat on the bench and pulled me down on his lap.
I could tell he was enjoying the show and I was beginning to get excited.
Carol, with her back to the window, lowered the teddy and stepped out of it.
She was wearing a G-string and the string was up in her crack. She turned
around and put her hands under her breasts to offer them to us. She came up
to the window and rubbed them against the glass. They began to become erect.
She had dark brown nipples that were quick large on what I would guess would
be a 34B chest. Jack reached around and start fondling my breasts and the
untied the halter top and lowered it. At first, I started to object (I’d
flashed men before but never women), but Carol gave me a friendly wink so I
decided to enjoy. As Carol tweaked and pulled on her nipples, Jack mimicked
her actions on me. Carol turned her back to us again and pointed her behind
at us. She reached to her hips and rolled the G-string down and stepped out
of it. She kept her behind pointed at us swaying to the music. The she
grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart. She turn around and did a bump and
grind with her hips. She had a dark bush a the top of her V. As she moved
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Big Sur part7

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

there had been very few times in her life that she had so wanted to make one
feel every nerve- ending light up simultaneously. She wanted to give him a
day at Disneyland, a walk on the Moon and the Taj Mahal all rolled into one
indescribable experience.

And without words or warning she set forth on her quest…….

Her hands were like magnets drawn to his skin, as she lightly moved then
across his broad shoulders and his back. When she drew a single fingernail up
his side from his flank to his rib cage his body twitched as she hit on a
particularly sensitive area. Moving back to that exact spot she traced the
outline of a ship on it, making him moan softly. The symbolism was not lost
on him as this trip actually began on a Pirate ship, in Missouri of all
places. Don’t let that confuse you, just trust that it is true.

No longer content with letting her fingers alone enjoy this man’s body she
kissed his neck with small soft kisses. Tenderly she moved her lips down to
his collarbone and kissed him there as well. She intended to know every nook
and cranny of his body before she was done kissing him.

Her tongue darted against his nipple and he flinched a tiny bit as the
tingling sensations took over. She suckled on his breast as a tiny, hungry,
infant might and moved her hands to his hips, rubbing small circles on them.
The circles moved closer to his groin but not close enough to touch him there,
only teasing him with their proximity to his erection.

His heart was beating firmly as she could hear well. His breathing was steady
and regular. She intended to change all that, but in good time she thought to
herself.

Kissing his chest now and using a little more pressure she played with the
side where his hip led to his ass. She wanted to take his ass in her hands
but didn’t want to neglect any area on the way to her pleasure. His skin was
cool and smooth and felt nice to her touch. Her kisses trailed down to his
bellybutton and she explored it gently with her tongue. Another slight tremor
shook his frame.

The issue of control would never have crossed either of their minds, but the
power had certainly shifted to her now. And she used it well. Her lips moved
south on his body toward the thicket of curly hair that guarded his rod.
Using her hands she guided him to lie on his back with his legs parted, and
she knelt straddling one of his legs. When she pressed herself against him he
could readily feel her labia resting on his leg.

A gentle finger reached under his scrotum to trace the sensitive line of flesh
there causing him to arch his back. Her lips moved to kiss his balls as she
traced her fingertip again. Lying still was becoming increasingly difficult
for him but he knew that was his part in this lovers one act drama.

She carefully used her hand to lift one ball between her lips and she licked
…End of the part7. To be continued..

Best Church for Sex part3

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

juices. It was a matter of enormous self-control for me not to
mount her immediately. Pushing on her upper thighs while massaging
them, I spread her legs, revealing more of her swollen lips. I
could barely spot the tiny bulge of her clit, peeking from behind
her lips. I began kissing her thighs, working my way up, when she asked
“What are you going to do?” “Eat my dessert,” was my reply. She
gasped and said, “You want to?” I answered by planting a soft kiss
at the apex of her thighs. Immediately, she began squirming, asm my
lips found hers, and my tongue massaged her clitoris. She was bucking and
moaning, and to keep her still, I scooped up her butt in my hands, and
held her to my mouth. I was lapping at her vulva, and, when she seemed
as if she was 100% excited, I inserted my tongue into her vagina.
The dam broke, her fluids soaked my mouth and even got in my nose, but
I didn’t mind. The sound of her whining from deep inside her chest was
enough to keep me down there forever. Eventually, she relaxed, and
so did I. I sat up, looking at her on the floor, her breasts
heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled at me in an
expression of pure happiness, and said “Oh, thanks!” I just
chuckled and shrugged.
She looked at me more seriously, and one of the hands that I
had become acquainted with earlier found my member again. Pulling,
she led it to her opening. I lay on top of her, kissing her ears while
her thighs opened beneath me. She hunched up, and with her hand
guided me into her love canal. She was so soft and wet that I felt as
if I had slipped into the most sensual orifice in the universe. I
could feel her on every side of me as we slowly moved in and out.
Her breathing became ragged again, and she left more than one marj
on my chest from her love bites. She began to speed up, and I stopped
restrainging myself to. Together, our bodies worked faster and faster,
me probing the depths of her womanhood, and her massaging my tool
toward an explosion. At last, she began to orgasm, her muscles
clenched around my penis, massaging it further. She writhe underneath
me, clenchin at my back, her feet in the air. She was groaning.
This was too much, I immediately began squirting a huge load into her
I was bucking and humping, and coming like never before.

At last, it was done, and I slid out of her. We lay there
for awhile, and then we began to slowly get dressed.

She told me that when she went to church there two days later,
there was still a slightly dark spot on the carpet near the entrance.
She told me that she had had to masturbate during church when she
saw that. She said she had rubbed the corner of her bible against
her clitoris, through her dress. Too bad, I didn’t get to go to
church with her then, eh?

She and I had more encounters than this one, but this one
truly defined our sexual relationship. We tried many other oddball
locations, but none of them still have the same effect on my as just
seeing that church does. :)