folds of my cunt’s softlips, the insides of my thighs, the curve of my ass. Now the tingle of the cold was gone and my cunt was heating up again.
The next thing I knew, Ted’s mouth was on mine, and I could taste my own juices mixed with the ice cream on his lips. I thought
I had lost consciousness, but I had just gone somewhere else for a few moments. We were kissing, and the pounding in my ears
was growing fainter.
My hands found his belt, and they trembled as I unhooked it. Then I opened his pants and pulled the zipper down. I reached
into his shorts and felt Ted’s hard cock— old trusty. I stroked the length of it, pulling it from his pants, feeling the wetness
at its head. With both hands I peeled Ted’s pants down to his thighs, feeling the hard muscles of his butt.
I guided Ted’s stiff cock to my waiting pussy, wrapping my legs around him. I teased him a little to get back at him for tearing
my panties, rubbing the head of his thick cock into the melted ice cream in the folds of my cunt. I wanted to make him beg
before letting his cock into my pussy. His mouth was next to my ear, and he breathed heavily, “Please, let me fuck you! Please,
don’t tease me, let me feel my cock all the way… in your cunt… with you all around me… please. Please!”
So I put his cock right into the mouth of my pussy and pulled him forward, using my cunt muscles to suck him into me. His
cock filled me completely and I wept, thinking of lonely nights I’d spent longing for this feeling, this fullness, this thick,
long cock filling the empty spot down there.
No amount of masturbation, even with a fat, hard dildo, can match the feeling of a man’s cock—the right man’s cock—inside
me, stroking away, pumping into mycunt, making me realize why the human species has survived for millions of generations.
This
is the most natural thing in the world, this culmination of all our social interaction, this thing called making love, this
messy act, this
fucking.
Ted was saying stuff in my ear—stuff like “I love you” and “Oh, baby” and “Oh, God, you’re wonderful.” But I wasn’t hearing
him—at least I wasn’t listening. I was just riding up that wave again, feeling his cock slamming into my cunt, feeling my
vaginal muscles contract around his thick, hard shaft of flesh, feeling the little and large orgasms sweep over me as we fucked
in the flickering light reflected from the movie screen. I dug my nails into him under his shirt, raking his back, trying
to pull him farther into me, to pull his whole body into my cunt, trying to fill myself with his flesh.
Then Ted came. It was like a shower of hot sparks going off inside my pussy. I could feel his cock muscles contracting, spurting,
shooting me full of come, the thick, hot jism seeping around him inside my cunt, his whole body tightening with the release
of that stream of slick sperm.
I came again, spurred by Ted’s pumping cock, his squirting jet of come. My nipples felt so hot I thought they’d melt right
into his chest. My throat was dry from the rush of wind in and out of my lungs; even my toenails and fingernails tingled with
the soft electricity of orgasm.
I was drifting with the receding waves when I became aware of the applause. I opened my eyes, thinking the movie was over,
but the light and shadows from the screen still flickered. I lifted my head to look past Ted’s sweating face, over his shoulder,
to see several people in the theater standing up and applauding while they looked at us.
Ted stood up hastily, trying to cover my nakedness, but I wasn’t bothered by their searching eyes. He remained sheepish, nervously
pulling up his pants, straightening his clothes and gathering himself up.
But I stood up slowly, ran one finger up the deep cleft of my pussy, and put it to my mouth, looking directly into the eyes
of each of the people who had been our private audience. Not much can faze a woman
The next thing I knew, Ted’s mouth was on mine, and I could taste my own juices mixed with the ice cream on his lips. I thought
I had lost consciousness, but I had just gone somewhere else for a few moments. We were kissing, and the pounding in my ears
was growing fainter.
My hands found his belt, and they trembled as I unhooked it. Then I opened his pants and pulled the zipper down. I reached
into his shorts and felt Ted’s hard cock— old trusty. I stroked the length of it, pulling it from his pants, feeling the wetness
at its head. With both hands I peeled Ted’s pants down to his thighs, feeling the hard muscles of his butt.
I guided Ted’s stiff cock to my waiting pussy, wrapping my legs around him. I teased him a little to get back at him for tearing
my panties, rubbing the head of his thick cock into the melted ice cream in the folds of my cunt. I wanted to make him beg
before letting his cock into my pussy. His mouth was next to my ear, and he breathed heavily, “Please, let me fuck you! Please,
don’t tease me, let me feel my cock all the way… in your cunt… with you all around me… please. Please!”
So I put his cock right into the mouth of my pussy and pulled him forward, using my cunt muscles to suck him into me. His
cock filled me completely and I wept, thinking of lonely nights I’d spent longing for this feeling, this fullness, this thick,
long cock filling the empty spot down there.
No amount of masturbation, even with a fat, hard dildo, can match the feeling of a man’s cock—the right man’s cock—inside
me, stroking away, pumping into mycunt, making me realize why the human species has survived for millions of generations.
This
is the most natural thing in the world, this culmination of all our social interaction, this thing called making love, this
messy act, this
fucking.
Ted was saying stuff in my ear—stuff like “I love you” and “Oh, baby” and “Oh, God, you’re wonderful.” But I wasn’t hearing
him—at least I wasn’t listening. I was just riding up that wave again, feeling his cock slamming into my cunt, feeling my
vaginal muscles contract around his thick, hard shaft of flesh, feeling the little and large orgasms sweep over me as we fucked
in the flickering light reflected from the movie screen. I dug my nails into him under his shirt, raking his back, trying
to pull him farther into me, to pull his whole body into my cunt, trying to fill myself with his flesh.
Then Ted came. It was like a shower of hot sparks going off inside my pussy. I could feel his cock muscles contracting, spurting,
shooting me full of come, the thick, hot jism seeping around him inside my cunt, his whole body tightening with the release
of that stream of slick sperm.
I came again, spurred by Ted’s pumping cock, his squirting jet of come. My nipples felt so hot I thought they’d melt right
into his chest. My throat was dry from the rush of wind in and out of my lungs; even my toenails and fingernails tingled with
the soft electricity of orgasm.
I was drifting with the receding waves when I became aware of the applause. I opened my eyes, thinking the movie was over,
but the light and shadows from the screen still flickered. I lifted my head to look past Ted’s sweating face, over his shoulder,
to see several people in the theater standing up and applauding while they looked at us.
Ted stood up hastily, trying to cover my nakedness, but I wasn’t bothered by their searching eyes. He remained sheepish, nervously
pulling up his pants, straightening his clothes and gathering himself up.
But I stood up slowly, ran one finger up the deep cleft of my pussy, and put it to my mouth, looking directly into the eyes
of each of the people who had been our private audience. Not much can faze a woman
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