of this dance, yet I formed a mental opinion of its description. That is all I had to gy by. I wanted to do my best to please my man.
I removed all,my clothing, except my slippers and stockings. I had always thought that shoes and hose add to the seductiveness of the nude feminine form.
I opened and closed m ylegs at the thigh joints, thus teasingly revealing my red lipped cuntie. You should have seen Roland! How he gloated! His eyes burned with a passionate fire and bulged from their sockets.
I glanced in the mirror to see the effect that I must be causing in Roland. My God! I created a scene that would make any man drunk with lust, let alone one with Roland's cunt-loving nature. It was brazen, but what in the Hell did I care. For a trip abroad this was merely a down payment… I would have performed an act ten times as rash if I was asked to do so. Didn't I want to go stark nude in the public park just for a big, fat, juicy prick between my legs?
Roland blew me a kiss, then he applauded. I then kicked off my slippers so that I would be more certain of my footing. I posed for a moment with my legs apart. I knew that my swllen slit composed a tempting picture. I was certain that through the strands of silky protection my vaginal mouth beckoned my lover's lust to higher spheres of uncontrollable prick-in-cunt desires. Its moist and pulpy lips protruded plainly through those soft, silky, protecting hairs.
I do not think it is necessary for me to describe the dance as everyone has probably, seen it. I have described'how I looked upon the table. You can imagine how nice my plump bubs looked shaking in. every direction. And Roland said that it was worth a million dollars to watch my pussie whirl. He told me that everytime I moved down the mouth opened and as I went up it closed, '
My audience could bear the scene no longer. He pulled out his beating cock and began to shake it in every direction. It grew very large and glowed with lust again. I was so fascinated b ythis I almost forgot to continue with my act. He kept his eyes fixed on me. He muttered and panted in glowingly eloquent terms, approval and encouragement. This made ne hotter and wilder; as a result my movements were becoming more frenzied and more distorted. I guess if y pussie wasn't grown in me I would have shaken it from its folds.
I raised my hands and placed them behind my head. Then I elevated my juicy shaft so that my cunt-hungry admirer could look deep into my fiery slit. I cried to him:
'Rollie dear, make your's come, I want to see it shoot!'
I went through the motions of fucking as I had watched him going through the lewd ceremony. If I were really jazzing some one I imagine that I would have been one hot and furious fuck. All this brought me to apoint of maddening erotic feeling. I felt that if I saw him come I too would spend.
Roland's hand began to more tightly clutch his peter. Its knob grew more purple and swollen, to the point of bursting. His hand increased its speed, then he moaned:
'Flossie, are you look-I–I'm-Ah- I'm coming!
Here she comes! See it squirt! Oh, how good it feels!
Ah-h-uh!'
He went off, it looked like milk pouring from a cow's teats. He shot all over the table, floor an da few drops found my spew-thirsty slit. His balls elevated and sank. Each time they went through this movement a michine-gun- like barrage of sperm came flying out of his one eyed crater, scattering at tangents; more or less a volcanic eruption in miniature.
When the last drops of his creamy dew ran over the part that divides the two sides of his cock's head, I dashed from the table fb his side. I placed the turgid spew sopped knob of his bobbing pole in my mouth. My, oh my! I have never till then tasted anything so delicious as hs sperm-oiled reeking knob … and remember I had just finished one of the most appetizing meals that I had ever eaten. This was incomparably more ravishing! I guess I am a girl who is far more spew-hungry than feed-hungry.
How I sucked those last drops of priceless cream!
Roland writhed in agonizing ecstasy!
In a trembling voice he moaned:
'Suck it all out girlie. Oh God! How lovely it is!
How ravishing 1'
His strength ebbed as I continued with this operation. He fell into a submissive swoon, still I continued to extract the remnants o? salty, deliciously warm, precious fluid. I swear by Eros it was good!
This action did not tend to subside my fires. When I had finished, the itch in my cunnie had grown to giant size. My pussie was craving to be prick-crammed.
I poured a cordial for Roland, who now seemed so faint and weak. Instead of swallowing the drink he merely sipped the brim so that it would not overflow. Then, as though he had regained all his vim he picked me up, carried me over and placed me on the bed. he assured me that my quim would not be neglected, but it must have a drink.
Roland quickly undressed. I must confess that his body revealed youth and true masculinity; well formed and apparently strong muscles, suggesting a member of a daily calisthenics class. His skin was baby-white and well covered with hairy patches. It seemed as though nature had awarded my lover more than his share of male qualities. The one feaII ture of his that attracted me most of all was his superbly handsome, already hard again, prick. It was as fat, long, and juicy looking now as it was before his recent spend. It protruded from his large bewiskered balls like a drum-major's baton… in fact it beat like one too. Of course, I wondered how long could his remain in that position.
After he had removed all of his clothing he took the glass of cordial in his hand and approached the bed.
'Now open your legs, sweet,' he commanded.
I could think of no other request that I would have welcmed more at that time. His orders clicked perfectly with my mood. I raised my plump, little lilly bottom, thus elevating my pulsating pussie, and propped my knees high and wide. My cunt section was about six inches in the air. He gazed longingly and carnally at my stretched spew- thirsty slit, which was so wantonly exposed to his cunt-seeking view.
His eyes glared like two spot-lights! In puzzled anxiety I awaited his movements. He placed two fingers within the lips and pryed them apart. His warm touch made my pussie twitter. My tube opened and clossed in anticipation. Oh mercy, how my orifice flamed! Upon my word, it felt like it was really burning! It might have been my imagination, but I sensed steam rushing through my pulsating vaginal tube and bursting part my two swollen, red, pliant lips.
Roland was now observing my smacking lips more closely, he watched them open and close. A maniac's carnal smile beamed from his lips. What the Hell are you going to do? I wanted to say. I was lust crazed too. A fast fuck is what I needed much more than anything else in the world. Give it to me you God-damned cunt teaser, I'm glad I didn't speak that impulsive thought… even if I would have, I wouldn't have been at fault, most girls know how insanely lustful they become when they are played with this way and the prick is meditative about enterning. In this condition all women want to be transfixed by the biggest, meatiest and most heated prick in the world… or available at the time. Yes, and they have a desire to swim in the ecstatic pools of nectarious spew.
As my coozie opened once more, Roland dashed the entire glass of cordial into the depths of my delirious cunt. Then he held the lips together to allow the sapid juice to penetra'te into the inmost depths of my womb. At first this cunt drink soothed and cooled, but God! as soon as it reached my uterus … a million bugs, no a billion, were biting and scratching at the walls of my interior nest!
'Christ Almighty,› God, Roland, I'm going crazy!'
I screamed, as I underwent this experience.
Without a doubt this was the wildest frenzy of passion that I have ever undergone… surely, I thought I would either die or be left a life long prick-o-maniac! I couldn't even faint to escape this delightfu torture.
'Roland!' I exasperated, 'God-damn!.. Roland! do something!.. Oh for Christ sake! I'm going nuts … Oh I'm dying! Please!' Then I cried in delirium,
'God have pity on my soul, I know I done…'
I did not finish my last sentence, because Roland had begun to answer my pleas. He dropped to his knees and with the skill of a master, glued his lips to my open cunnie mouth and before any of this passion engrossing fluid escaped, he began to $uck. He drank every drop from my burning chambers.
He began to ravish my pussie with his lips and tongue… how I craved for a spend! Only God and I know, I cannot explain this to anyone.
