“Ohhh fuck… believe me…” His hands went to my hair, his eyes closing, using my mouth now. It was so hot I couldn’t help but slide a hand between my legs, my clit swollen and demanding attention. “I’ll be thinking about this very moment… and how much I wanted to shoot into your little mouth…”
I moaned around the length of him, unable to do anything now but take his cock and rub myself off. I had no control. He was fucking my mouth, slow and easy, restrained, keeping himself on some impossible edge. Watching it made me tremble with lust.
“I can’t come, baby,” he whispered, looking down and seeing himself disappear between my lips. I shook my head, murmured, his cock moving against my cheeks with the motion, making him gasp and hiss. “Oh fuck… your mouth…”
My hips were moving now, too, grinding against my hand as I fingered myself, my thumb focused on my clit. His cock felt swollen to gigantic proportions in my mouth, the precum taste in my throat strong, an acrid sting. His balls slapped against my chin as he began to drive in a little deeper, faster, his breath a steady indication of his desire to fill my mouth with the cum he was supposed to keep simmering in his balls all night.
“I can’t…” He begged, his fingers buried in my hair, his thighs spreading wider as he used my mouth and tongue like a pussy, the fuck growing more intense with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I can’t… I can’t… I…”
I knew what I had to do. My whole body writhed beneath him, my fingers bringing me to the sweet edge of climax. I knew if I sailed over that delicious cliff, I would take him, too. He was trying so hard not to come, his face twisted. His restraint brought my orgasm to the surface, pushing it up and over with a wicked, forceful drive. I moaned and bucked under him as I started to come, my body shuddering with the sensation.
“Ahhh! No, no, no!” His voice was pained and he tried, at the last minute, to pull himself out of the sweet clamp of my mouth and tongue, an involuntary squeeze mimicking the spasms of my pussy. It was too late. His cum flooded over my tongue, spraying in hot bursts again my lips and chin as he tried, in vain, to pull back. There was no stopping it now and I sucked him back in, eager to feel his finish. I swallowed the last few waves as he shot them, hot and thick, into my mouth, finally giving in, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with that precious, saved seed.
“You…” he panted, rolling off me and throwing an arm over his eyes. “…are evil!”
I grinned, sliding my thigh over his as I turned toward him. “Guess you’ll have to reschedule.”
He sighed, but it wasn’t an unhappy sigh. “I guess so.”
I decided right then and there that I was going to attempt to sabotage his efforts every month. It felt so good to be so bad! As it turned out, though, his sperm, quite lively while hot and fresh, didn’t survive the freezing process so well. Unfortunately, donating wasn’t going to be an option. I think we were both disappointed. He never got to see the infamous porn room, and me—I never got to tempt him in the same way again.
Not that I didn’t try. When he called to reschedule that appointment, I was at a class, and when I asked about it, he refused tell me when he was going in!
He was afraid to tell me, he said.
“Why?” I pouted.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Because I know you! You’ll jump me the night before!”
Now I ask you… how can you except a girl to resist such a temptation?
It’s probably a good thing he never went back!
EPICUREAN
I swear I can smell cunt. I feel like a goddamned dog, or maybe a wolf, yeah, maybe a wolf-downwind of some delicious, vulnerable prey. I don’t belong here alone, this wasn’t my idea, but here I am, and there is pussy everywhere. I can’t get away from it. Little ones, big ones, bald ones, hairy ones-and I’ll be damned if I don’t want them all. I know there’s an off switch in my damned head somewhere, if I could find the thing…
What is so compelling about the flesh? It’s spread out on the sand in front of me, and I want to roll them all up and take them, keep them, little pigs in their blankets, squealing and squirming and delicious. I’ve never seen so much skin in one place, masses of bodies, mountains of flesh, rolling titty hills and valleys of cunt.
There’s no shame or hiding here-there’s the wide-bottomed mama and her two toddlers playing in the sand. I can’t take my eyes off the way her ass dimples as she sits, and I know her plump, hairy pussy must be kissing the sand as she leans over the rolls of her creamy, full belly, her dark-tipped breasts becoming another roll in the pile as she laughs and pats her daughter’s little behind. I want to crawl under her, to be buried under the mountain of her body.
The sea of flesh shifts and moves. They remind me of seals in pack, some of them, college girls, sleek and brown, their bodies oiled and rolling together for maximum exposure to the source of their heat. God, it’s fucking hot. Sweat is rolling down my lower back and there’s not a damned thing to soak it up except the towel under my bare ass, growing damp beneath me.
I want to seek that core of heat, and I’ve got an arrow pointing the way. To hell with the sun, damned dry heat, I want to drown in wet fire! I am the only one hiding here, rolling to my belly to conceal my lust, resting my chin in my hands, my eyes seeking the source of my desire. Wet mounds of flesh, peeking pink, jesus god it should be fucking illegal to tempt a man this much!
My cock is an iron bar, uncomfortably hard beneath me, aching to point to the way to one of the sweet treasures laid out in front of me like some luscious buffet. I feel like a dog, but really there is a hungry wolf, an animal in me that simply wants what it wants, and the visual feast of flesh is a cruel reminder of my hunger, my greed.
I don’t just want one. I want them all. I am no gourmet, some wine taster, sample and spit. I am a gourmand, a glutton, and I would happily devour their flesh beyond the point of satiety-I want to burst with it, explode into everything and nothing with the taste of them all still in my mouth.
The tender bald slit, oiled and glistening between the thighs of that coed and her friend, jesus, look at how smooth, like a baby, how her pink inner lips stick out at me like a tongue, a wiggling tease as she shifts, spreads a little, curls her toes.
Her friend isn’t shaved, just trimmed, the hair curling inward, pointing the way toward heaven, her pink hidden underneath the darkness of her bush and my cock is straining against the damp towel and the soft sand underneath me, playing a constant beat of “want, want, want.”
There’s that big mama again, rolled to her back with a book, her voluminous belly and thighs seeking to hide her treasure, a fat purse that one, meaty and moist, and my
cock yanks at its leash like a dog straining toward a bitch in heat when I see that her pubes are a fiery red, a curly, ruddy mass waiting to be spread.
I raise my head a little, seeking more tantalizing tidbits, knowing I shouldn’t be, I’m not supposed to be looking. Nude beaches are about being natural, relaxing, letting down the pretenses, being yourself. Well, gentlemen of the jury, I have to tell you, I am getting to know myself as I watch these tender morsels roll and stroll, and I am, first and foremost, an animal.
My brain has its switch-don’t touch, a Pavlovian response-my cock, however, has no such restraint, and nowhere to hide, trapped between my belly and the towel like a twitching, growling beast, coerced into hiding and straining toward freedom. And I can’t stop looking. It’s compelling, the fascination, the need to see, to take them all in, savory treats, every one.
Two women walk by, a black dog leashed between them, leading the way, his nose to the sand. Their bodies are luscious curves and angles, their breasts ripe fruit.