Erotic
2003-06-23
A few ideas worked pretty well: For instance, that very night that Christi left, I logged into my account on Yahoo! and started to chat in a local room. After fending off the bots and looking through profiles of active users, I found a girl named Ginger from the town next to mine. I wrote, we chatted a bit about this and that, and finally I mentioned going to see a band at a local night club. She seemed interested, so I got directions to her house and said that I would come by to get her after a quick shower. While getting ready I drank a few gin-and-tonics to get loose, and I showed up at her house around 10:30pm. Ginger turned out to be cute (as her picture had suggested)-- a 20-something, skinny little thing in a short, dark grey dress. Blonde, curly hair hung well past her shoulders, and she appeared to be completely sure of herself. She hopped into my car, and we headed for the club. Upon arriving, neither of us seemed to know anyone at the club.
This helped keep things private. I bought her six or seven drinks as we chatted on the deck and listened to the band. Around 1:00am, we decided it was time to leave. I started off in the direction of her house, but she suggested stopping off to see where I lived. "You can learn alot about a person by seeing his home," she said. I agreed, and we stopped in. No more than five minutes after giving her the tour, my tongue was exploring her warm, small mouth.
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The exceptionally good first kiss broke off about a minute later, after which she noted, "You've been wanting to that all night, haven't you?" I have to say that her confidence was arousing. She didn't need any response. She grasped the bottom of her short little dress with both hands and pulled it lazily over her head. This act revealed an amazingly firm and perky set of small breasts above a flat tummy and left behind only a very tiny blue thong. We kissed again, this time moving over to and onto the bed. She unbuttoned my shirt as she sucked on my bottom lip and licked my neck while reaching for the clasp of my jeans. Moments later I was on my back with my fully erect penis in her mouth. She wriggled her tongue in short, quick movements along the underside of my shaft while massaging my balls. She sucked the tip with fervor while stroking the shaft in long, deliberate strokes with both hands. This was no amateur home alone with a guy for the first time; this was a woman who knew what she wanted from the moment we began to chat on Yahoo!. Feeling as if I would explode if she continued, I raised up and turned her over and onto her back. I pulled off her sweet, satiny panties and began to go down on what turned out to be a completely soaked and clean-shaven pussy, but she grabbed my hair roughly, pulled my head up to face hers, and bluntly said, "I don't want your tongue.
I want your dick. " With this new revelation into her psyche, I began to fuck her hard and deep with all the warm, fuzzy sentiment of a rape. I called her "whore" and "bitch," and she bit me and clawed my back.
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She was a screamer, too. She yelled the filthiest combinations of words and let her eyes roll back into her head as I rolled her onto her stomach. I pulled her hair and spanked her tiny ass hard as I pounded away--long, fast strokes into her burning pussy. She arched her back and pulled at the sheets. She moaned long and loud, and then reached back to grab my penis and guided it into her tiny asshole. I worked slowly now, as she began to scream and cry. Tears ran down her face as she arched back to press me deeper within. I couldn't take the intense heat and tightness for very long, and I told her that I was cumming. She jolted away from me, turned fast, and opened her mouth wide in front of me. Just then I blasted my fullest, largest load into her throat, onto her face, and all over her chest, hair, and stomach. She swallowed gobs of cum and playfully wiped herself with her index finger and sucked it clean. We never went out again. I took her home that night, after a few hours of talking and one last go in the shower. An experience so perfect and magical cannot go anywhere but down, and neither of us called the other. .
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