Sea-Thru

"Shall we get inside, just before the sun goes down?" he suggested
We left our towel on the sand and stepped inside the cool water. It wasn't that warm anymore, as the summer was ending. Both of us just stood there for a moment, waiting for the other to make the next move. He jumped into the dark-blue water and I waited for his head to pop out and see me as I let the Mediterranean Sea engulf me.
It took us only a minute to become wrapped around each other and for his stiff cock to rub against my string Bikini. As he was directing his cock towards my wet hole and biting my neck, he said, "what do you think will happen if we'll move it aside for a bit?” Without answering him, I turned around and felt him caress me with his shaft. I put my arms around his neck, stuffed my tongue inside his mouth and loosened my cunt's muscles, acknowledging his hardness.
He grabbed my thighs and directed me toward the exact spot where I could feel his balls. Though everything around us was wet I could sense another kind of wetness spreading inside me. I popped his cock in and out as the salty waves splashed us.
When I opened my eyes I noticed two people swimming towards us. It was almost impossible to let go of his cock.

The Trinity

The baby was sleeping in the living room. His father and I were fucking in the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilette seat and the father was spreading my inner lips with his tongue. I had a great view of my tits and nipples as he was popping his nose inside my cunt, sucking every drop of my moistness. He had a gentle smell of powdered milk mixed with saliva and aftershave.
The door was slightly open. I could see the baby's little head over his father's shoulder. He was still asleep. I leaned my head against the ceramic wall. The father squeezed my clit with his lips while sticking his forefinger inside me. He looked at me as I started to squirm. I gave him my 'don't you dare stop now' look and he kept on going till I squirted inside his mouth.

"Come", I asked him firmly, grasping his head with my both hands, still wriggling. The father took his face out of my pussy. He held his cock in his right hand, making sure it is still on and I preferred to turn my back towards him. I put my right leg on the sealed toilette seat as I felt his cock penetrating me. I looked at him through the mirror. We looked at each other. He had the helpless look he usually has when he fucks me real hard. The baby was starting to cry. His father grabbed my hair, thrusting harder and faster. The baby's crying became more and more intense. His father didn't stop looking at me. I felt as if I had to do something but I couldn't do anything besides open my pussy lips wide and rub my clit against his throbbing cock.

The minute he came, he rushed into the living room. I kept on stroking my clit as I heard him say: "sh… it's OK, it's OK…"

Familiarity

There are people that simply smell you as soon as you enter their territory. Even though we are not in the jungle anymore, some encounters do lead you to act like an animal.
Yesterday I went to a wedding. I was very agitated since right before I Ieft my building, I was smart enough to slam the door and leave the key inside. I knew that I would have to take care of it later that evening. I went to the bar, ordered "white wine, please" and then I saw him. Michael. He looked great and was kind enough to say the same thing to me. The minute we started to chat his moans were all I could hear. I reckoned that he was saying something about the groom, though, in addition to something about tears that he almost shed. I smiled, sniffing his scent and moving him away with my cigarette's smoke.
I remembered our last encounter. He sniffed me, using his virile nose to tease me all the way to the bottom. Back then he forgot that he was a perfect English gentleman after all and popped his finger inside my cunt while keeping his lips sealed. I fastened my vagina lips into that forefinger of his and started to get myself wet. I felt his finger sliding fluently towards my clit. He looked at me with his green sealed eyes, I was moaning and he remained still. Right after I came he took his finger out of me, cautious as a doctor. I took his cock in my hands, groping his stiffness. He let me caress him for a while, only to surprise me with his sudden penetration. He was silent like a mute and I was the one who screamed for both of us.
He was much nicer yesterday than he was on the year before. Even his cock was friendlier, coaxing instead of making a stand. Corny as it sounds, I sat on his cock inside a toilet box. This time I was the one who performed the penetration.

Barefoot in the Park

I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him again. He didn't seem that appealing. He was childish to some extent, a little bit insecure and certainly not articulate. Usually I prefer my men more literate but there was something about his persistence that prevented me from cancelling our second date.
We drank a lot. The alcohol made me think that a bit of a stammering can be somewhat cute. Furthermore, it is always nice when there is someone who feels you up in a dark bar. Therefore I didn't object when he suggested a trip to the park. I didn't feel like going home yet, plus, he wrapped me with such enthusiasm I simply climbed on the scooter and said to him: "Let's go!"

We drove to one part of the park which I didn't know that well. That was why I didn't care that much when we got off the motorcycle, sat down on a bench and started to make out. "I feel like a schoolgirl", I said and he went down on his knees, spread my thighs and pushed his tongue inside me. I grabbed his head, letting my head fall on the back of the bench. Then, from some reason I asked him to stop. He did and then stood up and went to sit on the bench next to me. I got up and felt his arms grabbing me. I turned around towards him only to sit on his cock.

Slit

It was an actual relief to spend the beginning of the week in this gothic foggy city. Everything seemed to be unfamiliar, except from him: an old evident for my past. However, it all fit together really well, along with the ancient location and its Kafkaesque atmosphere.
For that reason nothing seemed strange to me. Suddenly it became winter and for only one night. He asked me whether I would like to see his place. "I have an attic", he said, "It's good for hiding." I agreed since nothing seemed to happen outside.
He opened the front door and shoved me against the narrow elevator. Then he let me put my coat in his apartment, only to take my hand and let me inside his wide and black attic. It was clear that his head would have to easily rub my ass as he would climb up the ladder, right behind me.
I dropped my left shoe but it didn't stop me from going up. The space became so small at the top, so all that was left to do was cling to the windowpane, inhale the lucid night air and hang onto the smog, as he inserted his finger into my slit. "No one can hear you in here", he whispered into my neck while caressing my clit with his forefinger and shutting my moans with his right palm.

Takeaway

It's been a while since I've last saw him, possibly a year, or even more. "When was the last time I touched you?" he panted while biting my neck and leaving me with a hickey and sixteen year old thoughts. When we'd met I immediately wanted him to fuck me. He was a bartender; I was drunk, therefore it wasn't too much of an unrealistic thing to carry out.
Yesterday it was different. He looked less like a stud yet more like a man, and despite the fact his hypnotizing six pack was no longer there, I still wanted him to make me gag.
I stared at his cock and wondered whether it would still feel thick and fulfilling. First I took it in my mouth, just to make sure, and after moistening it with saliva I easily inserted it into me, waiting for his familiar moans. He knew that I can hardly move when he fills me that accurately. I knew that I want to have one more taste of him before he comes, so I had to let myself out and let him purge in my throat.

Have It Your Way

It all happened pretty fast; the phone call, the edgy text messages, the drive.. Then we entered the little house which was located in a neighborhood that looked like it was frozen in time.
"Oh, there's not going to be any sexual activity tonight", he felt the need to define. I knew that the best thing for me to do was to be calm; therefore I sat on the sofa and caressed his head. Then I kissed his high cheekbones and moved on to his lips that seemed to surrender. He closed his eyes, kissing me. Suddenly he lifted my dress, pulled my thong and started to lick my pussy as if words meant nothing to him. He spread my lips with his long fingers, searching for the exact spot; and I forgot who he was and let my head fall on the cold floor. It didn't disturb him for sucking it all, and when I finally came I knew that my scream was for both of us.