AUTHOR = Yvonne & Thomas
E-MAIL = yut@gmx.net
I knelt before him, looking in his face. The blonde, huge guy jerked his cock with hard motions and he aimed the tip of his long, thick cock at my face. It glistened with my juices. Just a few seconds before, he pulled it out of my slimy pussy, shortly before I reached my orgasm.
"Uuuh yesss, shoot your load... cover me with your load," I yelled at him, not letting his cock off my eyes.
His sac twitched and, in the next moment, a big load of his hot cum hit my face. I opened my mouth to catch his salty fluid, but every glob of his cum hit another part of my face, my hair, my neck. It seemed that his jerking never ended and I felt happy about the hardness he still had, but then... I heard someone enter my room and my dream ended quickly.
Before I continue my story, let me tell you something about me. My name is Bettina. I'm a 23 year old German, 1,77 m tall with shoulder-length, blonde hair. I have a slim body with medium-sized tits, long, slim legs and a round, firm ass. For myself, I think it is a body that's born to fuck. Until now, I've been living with my parents, because my dad is very wealthy and so I don't need to earn money by myself (which means I have a lot more time for the 'funny side of life').
Today was the hottest day of the summer and I went to the beach with my girlfriend. We both are not the typical swimmer-types, but the beach is the best place to look at tough, young guys and having horny fantasies about them. As I returned home from the beach I was so horny from the sun and the bulks in the swim-trunks that I almost masturbated. But then I thought of my boyfriend and decided it was his job to serve my pussy. Yes, a boyfriend also belongs to my life. I didn't love him very much, but sometimes it's necessary to have one (some guys love to have sex with a girl who's in a steady relationship). There I was lying, just my bikini-panties on my sweat-covered body, face-down on my bed, and had this arousing dream....
"Bettina, the party starts at 8 o'clock," Carsten snarled at me. I just turned my head and acted as I was still sleeping. "C'mon, get up and make yourself ready," he continued.
He's not the man to command me in any way. He's a wimp but he had one big advantage -- his cock is always hard and ready when he's with me.
"Not before you say hello to me," I replied.
"Hello," he answered shortly.
"No, not that way," I pleaded. "Kiss me."
He stood in front of the bed, waiting. "You have to turn around, if you want a kiss."
"No, kiss my ass-cheeks," I replied cheeky and again turned my face away from him.
He knelt on the bed, bent down and pressed his lips for a brief second on my right ass-cheek. But that was not the way I like my ass kissed. I pushed my hands back and pulled the fabric of my tiny bikini-bottom between my round cheeks, so it looked like a g-string.
"You know how you have to kiss me," I yelled at him with a sharp voice.
Again he bent down, but this time he kissed much more passionately and I felt his tongue on my cheeks. I moaned and lifted my ass in the air. I was sure he could smell the odour of my hot pussy, because he became more urgent and pushed his tongue past the thin fabric of my bikini -- between my ass-cheeks. I closed my eyes and imagined it was the cute boy of my former dream who spoiled me that way. Suddenly, Carsten interrupted his activities. I turned my head and looked at him angrily.
"We have to go," he grumbled.
But I needed my orgasm -- now. I jumped off the bed, made him stand before me and pulled his jeans and pants down. I knelt before him and shoved his prick with one move deep into my throat. He seemed to give up and sighed. I let his cock slip out of my mouth. His prick stood before me, dribbling with my saliva. Then I pushed Carsten on the bed and took my place on his erect cock in a way that his rod was pressed between my bikini-clad pussy and his belly. As he felt my slight movement on his cock he seemed to forget our party. Oh yes, I know how to make a man fulfill my wishes. He raised his hands to my firm tits and kneaded them hard. I enjoyed his grip but I felt uncomfortable with the bikini between my pussy and his cock. I pressed harder against his prick and bent over him, so my face was close to his.
"Would you like me to pull my panties down?" I asked seductively and licked with my wet tongue over his face. He nodded 'yes' and looked greedily at my sweat-covered body. "But first I have to punish you for your hurry-manner...."
He looked surprised. I lifted my ass from his cock, stepped away from him, stripped my wet panties from my body and mounted him again. Now my slick pussy pressed his cock against his belly and covered it with my hot juices.
"What kind of punishment do you have in your mind?" he asked, breathing heavily.
I let my knickers dangle over his face. "Now you will open your mouth and I will push my soiled panties in your mouth -- so you have to hush up as long as I will," I answered slowly.
He opened his mouth immediately and I stuffed the tiny clothing in it. It was too small to block his speaking seriously, but his cock pulsed hard from the strong aroma of my panties. Now I glided back and forth on his cock. It made wet, smacking sounds which made us still hornier.
"Mmmhh, do you like the things my dripping pussy is making with your hard cock?" I asked him, barely able to control my voice.
We both looked at the point between our legs. His cock was thickly coated with my juice and his hairs were matted on his body. The whole room was filled with the smell of my juices, combined with our sweat. Carsten tried to pull back, because he wanted to bury his cock in my pussy, but I increased the pressure against his cock.
"Uuhh, are you afraid to shoot your load on your belly? Don't you like that... sticky feeling?" I hissed at him.
Surprisingly, I thought of my parents. At home, it was very important to use a 'clean' way of expression and such words would be absolutely unthinkable. Maybe it was the reason why I get so horny by talking dirty.
"I'm sure you would give anyything to shove your prick in my tight cunt and shoot your load in me, right? But I won't allow it for you. I will make you still wetter with my slick juices and then we will go to the party without cleaning ourselves. You know, sometimes I love it to be so... dirty."
His cock jerked dangerously at my pussy and I again increased the pressure and the speed of my rubbing motions.
"Mmmh, and when you... cum, where do you want to shoot your load?" I panted. "Would you like to shoot on my trimmed pussy-hair... or would you like to make my round ass-cheeks wet with your sperm?"
I came very close to my orgasm by asking him that way. The decision, where I would let him shoot his load, came too fast. I felt a powerful twitch in his cock, just at the moment I reached my own orgasm. Quickly, I lifted my ass up from his jerking cock, gripped his cock firmly in my hand and aimed the tip against my pussy. We both looked at the amazing sight of his cock, covering my pussy-lips and hairs with an enormous load of his white sperm. Like I expected, his cock didn't lose his hardness and I sat again with my pussy on it. Every move generated wet, sloppy sounds and it felt so nasty to glide in this mixture of his sperm and my pussy-juice. I bent forwards and pulled my panties with my teeth out of his mouth. Then we kissed wildly and rubbed our bodies together in the way of fucking.
"You have your reward well-deserved," I whispered to him after a while.
He smiled. "What kind of reward?"
"Uuh, just at this moment I decided..." I hinted and Carsten's eyes widened curiously, "that I don't want to go to the party sooo... sticky. And now I'll allow you to lick me clean."
For a second he thought about it, but I already shivered at the prospect of this 'special' enjoyment. His cock jerked as I stood up and moved to his head. Then I hovered, spread-legged, over his face and sank slowly down. My pussy was just a few inches away from his face and he had his tongue ready for this 'sloppy' seconds.
I smiled at him and whispered, "Please, very... clean, would you?" and then I sat down on his face. Immediately, he stuck his tongue between my squishy lips and sucked his own sperm out of me. A series of little, exciting orgasms hit me, but I tried to keep quiet because I didn't want him to stop. "Yesss, but... you have to lick it off my pussy hairs too," I sighed as his tongue seemed to get tired. He obeyed and then he brought me again over the edge by licking on my sensuous clit.
"Okay, we have to go," I said after a few minutes of his licking. I stood up, gave him a brief kiss and went to the dresser. A few minutes later we were on our way to the party.
Because of my little 'incident' with Carsten, I was very hot. "Thank god I put on new panties. Otherwise you would now have a wet spot on your seat," I teased him, because I knew how much he loved his car and how much time he spent keeping it clean.
He just smiled and looked at my naked legs. I sat with my short, wide skirt around my hips, so just my skimpy panties separated my pussy from the seat. His hand glided high on my inner thigh and stroked over my skimpy panties.
"Mmmh, the red one, my favorite," he murmured.
I knew the reason why he (and other boys) loved my special red panties so much. It was a very thin, silken fabric, very tight, so he could easily feel the outlines of my pussy through it. Still more arousing for him was that he saw a dark, wet spot in the fabric when I was horny (and that was almost every time). And I loved it myself, because it felt amazing when the thin silk was pulled between my ass-cheeks.
As we arrived, the party was going well and most of the people were in an easy mood from the alcohol. With my first glance I recognised Alex, one of my ex-boyfriends. He was a fool, but a marvellous fucker. Thinking of his dumb, almost brutal kind, shoving his cock in my pussy made me instantly wetter. He also looked at me -- or better, looked at my extremely short skirt and my firm thighs. Because of our late arrival, I went alone in the kitchen to get something to eat. Someone else came in the kitchen behind me. I thought it was Carsten, because he also was hungry when we arrived.
Suddenly, I felt a hand gliding under my skirt and pressing directly on my silk-covered pussy. The roughness made it clear to me that it wasn't Carsten. Who attacked me so... naughty? My juices shot in my panties and I pressed my legs together to keep his hand in a firm hold. He stepped close to me and licked my earlobe.
"Hi, horny bitch," he greeted me and his primitive words increased my horniness. His fingers rummaged in my panties and sampled my juices. I reached behind me and grabbed his cock and his balls. I kneaded them hard and felt the jerks under his tight jeans.
"Mmmh, they feel very full. Do you have a sexual crisis with your honest, little girlfriend?"
"Since I can't fuck you on a regular basis, I have this crisis all the time," he answered and continued to fuck me with two fingers.
We had to stop abruptly, because the host entered the kitchen. Alex left the kitchen, because he was clever enough to avoid rumours about us. The moment I was alone in the kitchen I grabbed a sausage, pushed my panties to the side and shoved it a few times in my dripping pussy. I left the kitchen, went to Alex, gave him the sausage and whispered in his ear that I had to meet him in an hour in the last room on the first floor. (I knew the house and I knew this room was empty, because the parents of our host were on holiday.)
Meanwhile, I made Carsten hot in my typical, verbal way. While he was talking to his friends, I whispered dirty things in his ear. Shortly before the hour was up, Alex 'disappeared' from the party. A few minutes later I went to the toilet and made my way to the 'empty room'. As I entered the room, I saw Alex sitting on a chair, smiling. His trousers were open and his thick prick was standing high in the air. I felt so horny that I didn't waste time. I went directly to him and squatted over his cock. He lifted my skirt with his strong hands, so I just pushed my knickers to the side and sat down on his thick cock. We moaned simultaneously as he entered me and a second later I pushed my tongue deep in his mouth. We kissed greedily and I shuddered as his hands kneaded my round cheeks. I moaned louder as I felt his forefinger searching its way between them and rubbed my tight asshole.
"Watch out, bitch," he yelled, "don't make my jeans wet." It seemed he worried about his further presence at the party.
"Mmmh, but I thought you like it when everything is really wet with my juices," I teased him and began a fast ride on his cock.
He didn't answer, but he bent forwards to kiss my tits through my thin pullover. Now I worried about the wet spots he would leave with his tongue. With a quick move, I pushed the pullover up so it rested over my firm breasts.
"Yesss, lick my nipples," I moaned loudly and shoved my erect tits in his face. He knew how to make me hot because, adding to his mouth on my tits, I now felt his finger deeper in my ass.
"Ooh, yesss, I'm almost there," he groaned.
I stopped riding him, because I had something different in mind. I stood up, so that his cock left my pussy with a smacking sound. He wanted to push me back on his cock, but I gripped his prick and sank down, shoving his cock in my panties, so it was rested between my pussy-hair and my tight panties. The feeling was good for him, though he wasn't in my pussy anymore. But I knew from our relationship that he liked my various 'panty games'.
"What do you have in your perverted mind?" he asked, enjoying my continued riding.
Instead of an answer, I bent his head back, placed my mouth on his and let a good amount of saliva run into his mouth. His cock jerked heavily by this action.
"I don't want you to shoot in me," I panted in his mouth. "I want to feel your sticky cum in my pussy-hairs and in my panties."
He murmured something and I pressed his cock inside my knickers tighter against my pussy. Again I let my saliva dribble into his mouth and that sent him over the edge. As the first globs of his hot sperm shot in my panties, my own powerful orgasm hit me. I enjoyed the great feeling when his slimy cum drenched my panties and my pussy. I used one hand to smear his juices in my panties.
"You're the horniest piece of ass I ever met," he panted as he was able to speak.
I still felt very horny but, to my frustration, I felt his cock shrink on my pussy. "We should go back to the party," I said, "but I can't let you go this way. What will your little girlfriend think, if she could smell the sexy fragrance of another woman on your cock?"
I knelt before him and put his cock in my mouth. He tasted, combined with my juices, gorgeous and I made loud, slurping sounds in hopes to get him hard again. But no success, he was limp. I let my skirt fall over my ass and went to the door, without looking at him.
"Be ready. Maybe I'll need you again tonight," I whispered to him as I closed the door.
For myself, I decided to look for another hard cock to satisfy my needs.
Carsten seemed nervous as I met him (he was afraid, I would cheat on him!)
"Hello dear," I smiled at him. Then I whispered in my 'little girl's voice', "You must help me tonight, please. I'm so wet and horny -- you HAVE to lick my pussy tonight."
He smiled and seemed calm. We kissed passionately, but he interrupted the kiss with an asking expression on his face. Could he smell my 'just fucked' odour? Before he could say anything, I let him stand alone and said that we should have some fun before driving home. Then I inspected the room for another delicious cock, hidden under a pair of jeans. I detected Heiko, the shy and quiet younger brother of our host.
I went to him and asked him for a light. Nervously, he lit my cigarette. Carsten looked at us from the distance. He had no arguement, because Heiko was no serious competitor (he thought). We made a bit of small-talk and after a while I asked him, "Where is your girlfriend?"
His face reddened. "Oh, no girlfriend at the moment."
"Hey, you look as if the girls were running after you," I flattered.
"Yeah, but the last four months, there was no good... opportunities for a girlfriend."
"Four months?" I replied surprised.
For myself, I thought about how well-filled his eggs felt after that long abstinence. Then I imagined him, standing in front of me and wanking his prick. Heiko noticed my dreamy expression.
"I can't be a girlfriend to you," I whispered to him seductively, "but if I can help you in another way...."
He looked surprised at me. I stretched my body so he could see my hard nipples poke through my thin pullover. He seemed to understand because his face brightened. He smiled at me and then his eyes glued on my firm tits.
"What kind of help do you mean?" he asked, hinting.
"Ask me and I'll give you the answer," I replied, bending forwards so my tits brushed his arm.
He thought a moment and then asked, "Would you... kiss me?"
He seemed unsure and afraid because, for a few seconds, I acted shocked. But then I smiled at him.
"Be in the empty room upstairs. In fifteen minutes you will get my answer."
Five minutes after that I saw him climb the stairs to the first floor. I smiled, because I knew every second was now an eternity for him. Almost thirty minutes later I followed him. His eyes gleamed as I entered the room. He stood just a few inches away from me.
"Which part of my body would you like to kiss?" I asked him with no further introduction.
He smiled, still very nervous. "Your mouth," he answered as if there were no other parts a man could kiss on a woman's body.
Immediately, I pressed my mouth on his and shoved my tongue deeply in it. He moaned surprised and wasn't able to reply my attack properly. Almost one minute later I broke the kiss.
"Do you have another wish?" I asked shortly.
"I... I don't know," he answered hesitantly.
"Okay, then would you be so nice to fulfill my first wish?" He seemed surprised but didn't protest. "Open your trousers and show me your cock," I demanded. He looked as if he was hit with a hammer. "C'mon, I will see your prick," I repeated my wish in a direct manner.
He began to unzip his trousers and then he pushed them, with his underpants, down to his knees. I looked at a beautiful, very hard cock. He stuck straight in the air and seemed so hard that the tip shimmered in a blue color.
"Look at this," I chirped. "What a nice cock you have."
I bent forwards and gripped his cock carefully. As I felt how hot it was, I pressed it firmly in my hand. I felt as if he was new to this.
"Was it ever in a woman's pussy?" I teased.
"Certainly it was," he answered embarrassed.
He wanted to continue speaking but my hand glided lower and kneaded his balls, which made him breathless.
"Uuhh, they feel full of hot sperm. What did you say? No girlfriend since four months?" He nodded his head. "Does that mean you didn't shoot a load for four months? At your age?" I asked in disbelieve.
He didn't answer. He seemed to feel more and more embarrassed and was not able to avoid my kinky questions.
"I bet you jerk your cock almost every day. Right?" I continued my teasing. "Then you take your nice cock and rub it 'til you shoot your load on your belly."
I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I demanded that he express his next wish. Or else I would tell him mine.
"I... I would like to see your... pussy," he declared with a trembling voice.
"My, what a naughty boy you are," I joked, trying not to hurt him. "Would you help me with that?" I asked while I slowly pulled my skirt up. "I'll hold my skirt and you can pull my panties down."
He looked at me and looked quizzically at the dark stains in my knickers. Though they were almost dry they looked very naughty.
"I will tell you a secret?" I declared to his asking expression. "Just an hour ago I had very wild sex... here in this room. Unfortunately you see some... remnants of this adventure." He couldn't believe this story and I had to push him out of his thoughts. "C'mon sweetheart, pull them down."
He raised his hands, put them on my hips, and began to pull my knickers down. Just at that moment, he could see my trimmed bush completely. I told him to stop. He still was close to me, face level with my crotch and looking at my sperm-smeared pussy and my soiled panties.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked him with my teasing voice.
"Very nice," he answered like a 'good boy'.
"I think you would love o put your cock in this pussy. Uuhh yess, you would like my pussy. She's so tight and hot and so... squishy at the moment." He moaned as he heard my words. "But I will not allow you to fuck my cunt," I said in a hard voice. "Stand straight now," I commanded.
He took his hands away from my body and stood, with his cock pointing in my direction. I held my skirt up to allow him to further view my aroused pussy.
"Now look at my pussy and jerk your cock in front of me," was my next command.
My tone was clear and he began immediately to follow. His hand glided in slow motion on his cock and I saw a few drops of precum at the tip.
"You have to tell me before you cum, OK?" I said to him but wasn't sure if he understood. "Is your hand too dry?" I asked after a while. "Would you like to shove your fingers in my slimy pussy and get some juice?" I teased.
I opened my legs as far as my panties allowed. Then Heiko shoved his finger between my dripping pussy-lips. He breathed heavy and his fingers slid in my wetness. I moaned also by this contact. Then he looked in my eyes and I saw that he was near his orgasm.
"Come to me," I sighed, "and then shoot your come on my hot, wet cunt." My voice was slow and seductive.
He took his hand from his cock, moaned loudly, and began to shoot. I pulled my skirt higher because I was afraid he would make a mess on it with his enormous load. But he aimed his cockhead perfectly at my pussy. The first stream hit my bush, the second hit the crotch of my panties. Then he stepped closer to me, so the next six or seven streams spurted on my hips and my thighs. Then it was over and he stood beside me, sighing.
"That was very good," I praised him like a mother to a good child.
I gripped his cock and wiped it over my sticky cunt. Then I pulled my panties up and made, again, my way to the door.
"You have my phone number? Call me tomorrow. I think I'm in the mood to let you fuck me."
"Let's go home," I whispered two minutes later in Carsten's ear as I arrived in the party room. I took a new glass of champagne and got near to him. "If I don't get your tongue in my pussy within the next half hour, I will take a stranger at this party," I whispered to him. Then I pulled him to a corner of the room so he stood with his back to the others and blocked me completely. "Put your hands between my legs and feel how wet I am," I ordered.
I stood in a way he could directly put his hand on my pussy. His whole body jerked as he felt 'my' wetness. He pressed his hand firmly against my clit and then he pulled me into the room. Five minutes later we were in our car on the way home. Without speaking, we walked with quick steps into the house. Carsten switched the lights on, but I decided it was better if we made love in the dark (I love sex with full light, but I couldn't risk the chance that Carsten would inspect my soiled panties or my sperm-covered cunt).
I kissed him passionately and I shoved him to the bed. He sat and I stood before him as he pressed his face in my lower belly. I turned around, lifted my skirt, and pressed my ass against his face. I moved my hips as he kissed me eagerly and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers, which explored my drenched knickers and my overflowing pussy.
"Lay down on the bed," I commanded with a muffled voice. "I think I'll ride your tongue."
Seconds later I squatted over his face. Almost brutally, I ripped my own panties in two pieces and pressed my soaked pussy in his face.
"Lick me, lick me really good," I groaned loudly and was scared my parents would hear me. Carsten was very greedy and sucked my pussy very good. His tongue was deep between my swollen pussy-lips. "Yeaahh, goooodd," I moaned, now with a lower voice. "Lick my pussy clean," I whimpered and had to smile about the degree of truth in my last words. "C'mon, open your mouth," was my next demand to him. He guessed what I had in mind and he opened his mouth willingly. "Now I will stuff my soiled panties in your mouth and then I will wank your thick cock 'til you shoot," I predicted.
I stuffed my knickers (which were messed up from two other guys) in his mouth. He moaned from the intense flavour he tasted and his cock twitched in my hand. Then I switched on my room light and looked at my pitiful friend. He had my soiled panties in his mouth and his face was smeared with the juices of two other men. I made a gesture that he should stand on the bed. On my knees, I took off my pullover so my tits were at the same level as his cock.
"Huuuh, you're very horny right now, aren't you?" I asked and rubbed the tip of his cock over my nipples. "Now I will jerk your cock and then... then I'll allow you to shoot your hot jism over my naked tits," I moaned to him while I was already wanking his cock. I knew that I had not much to do to send him over the edge. Just seconds later his balls twitched and he shot a huge load of semen on my tits. I aimed his cock, alternating from my right to my left tit, so they were both thickly covered with his sperm.
"Look at me, you naughty boy," I acted angry, after I had drained his balls completely. "You made a terrible mess on my body." He grinned proudly, because he was aware how much I loved the feeling of hot sperm on my skin. "I hope you bring that filthy 'derailment' in order," I continued my playful anger. He looked at me, wondering what I had in mind. "Don't look like an idiot. Lick your cum from my sweet tits. And be very clean," I said with my sweetest voice.
Carsten didn't protest. No, he bent greedily forwards and licked, with great enjoyment, his own sperm from my tits. I think I had enough fun for that day.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
