cunt seeming to press against my whole body, their stickiness adhering like tape to my arms and legs and holding me prisoner as I fought to get free. But finally, through extraordinary effort, I forced myself from my chair and struggled towards the door. When I tried to open it, it seemed as though it were made of lead, fighting my efforts to escape as it drew strength from my obstinately throbbing cunt, resisting my efforts to be rid of the temptation that made me the slave of the frothing gash between my legs.
As I struggled with the door, I closed my eyes and imagined myself without a cunt, with just a smooth slope of pink flesh between my thighs… no hair, no pulsing folds of puffy red flesh framing an oozing gash, no blood- engorged clit springing erectly like a miniature spike, begging to be stimulated to orgasm. My pussy answered my attempts to mentally destroy it by unleashing a new outpouring of syrup secretion.
But this time I was determined not to become the slave of my own cunt. Gathering myself together, I forced the door open and fled into the hall. I made it all the way into the street before I became fully aware again of the gushing, hairy wound that was my cunt and the sopping condition of another ruined pair of panties.
Once I was halfway down the block, I realized that I had made a mistake by coming outside. I had left my apartment hoping to escape the lure of the shoebox and the dildo and vibrator it contained, but in the process had wound up exposing myself to the stimulus of every man who walked down the street past me. If I could not resist the impersonal picture of a man in a newspaper, or a flickering image of a TV screen, I was helpless in the face of the real thing on the street. It seemed like a conspiracy had been hatched to tempt me to the fullest and prove that Shark was right, that sex was all that mattered, as man after man passed me, each of them seeming to wear tighter pants than the previous one, their bulging pricks leaping out at me from under their clothing.
By the time I had walked two blocks, I couldn't take a step without the squishing from my cream-engorged pussy echoing through the still night air. I was sure that every man who passed me on the sidewalk heard the squeeze-box of my pussy and knew that I was blazing with desire, hopelessly horny. The cunt-cream had long since saturated the flimsy crotch of my panties and was now dribbling down my legs, coating my trembling thighs with hot, sticky juice.
This man… that man… then another one who passed by me: I imagined all of them without clothes, naked on top of me, their long, thick pricks zeroing in on the hairy, slitted gash between my open legs, zooming towards my wide-spread cunt and penetrating it, splitting it in two like a knife hacking through a piece of ripe fruit with their thrusting cock-heads and thick, pulsating shafts. I could hardly move, imagining there was a stiff cock already inside my cunt, stretching my hole with its throbbing girth as it fucked me while I walked.
Immobilized by my involuntary fantasies, I ducked into an alley and threw myself against a grimy wall, the musky smell of my own sex wafting up to my flaring nostrils from my steaming cunt. The alley was as filthy as the inside of a garbage pail, but to me it seemed as erotic a setting as a plush bedroom with satin sheets on a canopied bed and a mirror on the ceiling. In my incredibly horny condition it seemed the perfect atmosphere for being fucked and sucked… but then in my hopelessly turned-on state so would the deck of an aircraft carrier or the floor of the stock exchange.
My sexual frustration had finally caught up with me as I yearned desperately for anyone to appear and fuck me with anything, just so long as I could release the terrible pressure building like a volcano in my frantically bubbling cunt.
Realizing I would have to take matters into my own hands, I moved stealthily to the place where the alley entered onto the street and pantingly waited for someone to come along. The first person who happened along was a teenager, walking innocently down the street. Even from a distance and in the dark I could pick out his head of red hair. But what made my mouth water was the tight-fitting blue jeans he was wearing and the unmistakable bulge that sloped out from their skin-tight crotch. I knew that there was no power in the universe that could prevent me from getting him off the sidewalk into the hidden alley so I could see what was underneath those jeans. I could almost taste the sweet meat of his prick in my mouth as I licked my lips in anticipation and moved closer to the sidewalk.
When he was close enough so the sound of his sneakers shuffling along the concrete echoed in my ears, I stepped out of the alleyway where I would be clearly visible to him when he passed by but concealed from anybody else on the street. As I heard him approaching, I removed my blouse and tossed it behind me, my tits heaving with throbbing expectation, swelling with such pulsating anticipation that the spongy white flesh spilled over the top of my bra, my nipples gouging like spikes against the soft cotton fabric.
Realizing that he was within mere feel of seeing me for the first time, I quickly reached around and unhooked my bra and pulled it off, leaving me naked from the waist up. My firm, round tits tumbled into the guy's view as he walked unsuspectingly in front of me while they were still bobbing. I heard the guy gasp as I cupped my throbbing tits with my hands and offered them to him, my nipples straining erectly in his direction as though they were magnetically attracted to him.
'Sonny,' I said, my eyelids closing as I imagined the thrilling ecstasy that would be mine in a few seconds if my wanton boldness succeeded, 'will you please fuck me?'
When I opened my eyes again, he was standing there soundlessly, framed by the entrance to the alley, his cock swelling against the crotch of his jeans so much that its thrust bulk had already forced his fly halfway down. Desperate not to lose him, I moved closer to the guy and then dropped to my knees before him. My hand trembling like a leaf, I reached out for the tab of his zipper and eagerly pulled it down. Immediately I hungrily noticed that he was even harder than I had expected, his cock and balls pushing out so boldly in his crotch that they seemed to be splitting his seams.
'Are you going to suck it?' he asked squeakily, his voice sounding strained and tight.
'If you want me to,' I said seductively. 'I'll suck your prick if you promise to get on top of me after I'm finished and fuck me.'
Oh, how I loved speaking in this manner!
'Would you like to stick your big, hard prick in my pussy and fuck me?' I asked, taking great pleasure in murmuring the words with the maximum wantonness I could muster.
'Uh, sure…' he gulped in reply, obviously panting for breath because of the excruciating excitement as he spoke, although by now I wasn't looking up at his face. My eyes were uncontrollably riveted to his bulging cock. 'Sure,' he repeated. 'I'd like to do… do it to you. You sure are some woman, ma'am. You sure shook me up there for a coupla seconds coming out of the alley all unexpected like that.'
Trembling with wild anticipation, I snaked my hand inside and wrapped my slim fingers around his fat cock, using it as a handle to tug him further into the alley where he wouldn't be noticed. I almost drew my fingers back in shock because of the intense heat of his incredibly aroused prick. As I wrapped my fingers around his pulsingly thick cock, it seemed hotter than any prick I had ever held. I couldn't wait to keep my promise to suck it and greedily taste it as I pulled him farther and farther into the dark alley.
His rigid cock was out of his jeans now, held firmly in my pressing hand as I parted my lips and thrust my slobbering mouth over the twitching, swollen head. The moment he felt his cock being sucked he became frantic and, grabbing my head, began to fuck me furiously in the mouth.
Reacting reflexively to the violent bucking of his hips and jabbing of his sharply stabbing prick, I pulled away, and as I did so, his jackhammering prick struck me repeatedly on the cheeks, nose and chin. Oh, it was all too wonderful, I felt, too wonderful to be true. But it was truly happening to me, and the more I teased him by holding my lips back from his frantically thrashing prick, the more he tried to ram it down my throat. I was so hot and excited that I was already having mini orgasms, one following on the heels of the other as the liquid embers glowing in my spasming cunt did their best to dissolve what was left of my steamingly drenched panties.
Grabbing his jeans at the waistband, I yanked down hard on them, while at the same time he crashed down on top of me, his cock flailing wildly in the direction of my lips like it was equipped with a sonar device. Somehow, I managed to pull his jeans down to his knees, as he groped on top of me, desperately trying to impale my face on the lunging sword of his prick.
But I knew now that I was too hot to take the time to feel his cock in my mouth, promise or not. My cunt cried out to be stuffed with the full length of his young, stiff dick, pleading to be filled and fucked with his throbbing teenage meat. While he flailed on top of me, his prick bouncing off my face and his orange crotch hair scraping my lips and nose, I lowered my hand to the sodden crotch of my dissolving panties and ripped them apart, exposing the steaming, hairy cavern of my juicing pussy.
I spread my legs as far apart as they would go, sending my skirt to my waist as I felt the flesh pull tautly across my trembling thighs while my cunt drooled and hunched out reflexively, literally reaching out with its pussy-
