After spending 8 months in the desert I was looking forward to a little R&R. Somehow I was lucky enough to get on the list of guys going home for a couple of weeks. That might not seem like much but after eating sand and MRE's, (that's meals ready to eat to you); I was ready for some four star cuisine and a real bed. I was also looking forward to getting laid in a big way. Eight months is a long time to be hanging out with a bunch of guys and having no privacy. Hell, just thinking about hooking up once I got home was enough to get me riled up. It started to get hard to bear on the first leg. T... Continue»
Clinton had been out of town for work, and I missed him desperately. I had work to keep me distracted, as well as caring for our collective brood, but I missed feeling his body next to me at night. The week he'd been gone felt like months, and while we spoke on the phone every night, I ached to feel him inside me again. I had masturbated several times each night in a futile attempt to fill the void, figuratively and literaly, but to no avail. I was left feeling tired, but unsatisfied.
Finally, the day of his return arrived. I woke up extremely horny that morning, and knew I'd have to suffer through the day, as he wouldn't arrive home until late in the evening hours. I had taken the day off, and had already made arrangements for my mother to spend the night with the c***dren, as I had to drive to the local regional airport to pick him up at 10pm.
The day seemed to drag on forever. I received a couple of calls and emails from work that took up a couple hours which helped, but otherwise the day seemed to be going at a snail's pace. As I did the daily chores I found myself touching my clit constantly. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and decided to take a cold shower, to see if that would cool me down. I was saving myself for Clinton, and had decided the next thing in my cunt would be his cock, which I'd missed so desperately. No more roughing up the suspect today; that pussy was his, and I knew he'd want me dripping wet upon his return. I knew that wouldn't be a problem.
Finally, 8pm arrived. Dressed in a flowing hippie skirt and white peasant blouse, I kissed the k**s goodnight and hugged my mother, then grabbed my bag and headed out to the garage. The airport was about a 90 minute drive, and I wanted to get there in plenty of time. It was a struggle to maintain a legal speed, as I was so anxious to see him. I felt like my body was on fire, and my cunt was aching. I put in my favorite CD and sang alone in an attempted to distract my brain from my already wet pussy.
After what seemed like forever, I arrived at the airport at 9:45pm. His flight was due to arrive at 9:55. I had timed it perfectly, as to not give myself too much time to wait at the airport. I was afraid I'd have to take care of things by hand if I had too much time on my hands, so to speak. The plane arrive right on time, and I felt a huge smile cross my face as I watched my man walk across the terminal. We walked quickly toward each other, and pulled each other close to a tight embrace, replete with a deep, soulful kiss. Our tongues danced and I felt his hands on my huge ass, in a kiss that was probably uncomfortably long for his fellow passengers, but we didn't care. I couldn't wait to get him alone.
Clinton said he had to pee, so I told him I'd pull the car up front. I was relieved, because I was afraid he'd insist on driving, and little did he knew, we weren't going home. I had a surprise for him.
I was fiddling with the stereo when I heard the door open, and saw my man getting into the passenger seat. We kissed again before I pulled out into traffic. Clinton rested his hand on my leg as I drove, and I couldn't get the smile off my face. I missed the turn toward our normal exit and he asked what was going on. I told him I'd had a late start, and needed to stop at my s****r's before headed home to pick something up to take to my Mom. He sighed, but ever understanding, didn't complain. I'm so lucky.
I pulled up in the alley behinds Clancy's Pub. An old Bob Seger song, covered by some local band, was coming from inside. I leaned over and kissed him. "Baby, I have plans for us. We're not going home tonight, so why don't we stop in for a drink?" He looked at me and smiled. We kissed again, and walked inside.
The bar was about half full. It looked like the local band of misfits, of which I used to be one. I had lived and worked in this town years before, and this was my hangout. When I walked in, the owner was behind the bar. In his late 50's, Marty beamed like a little k** when he spotted me. He waved me down to the end of the bar and gave me a big bear hug. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and introduced him to Clinton. They shook hands and Marty asked him what he wanted. "I know Linda wants a Yuengling. Draft or bottle?" I replied that I'd like a bottle, and Marty proceeded to get my beer, and Clinton's jack and coke. We took a spot at the end of the bar and watched the band a while. I stood in front of Clinton, and he placed his hand on my waist. "Turn the Page" started, and he held me tight as I sang along with the band. I wiggled my ass against his crotch as we swayed, and felt him becoming hard. I didn't know how long I could manage all this, but I was trying. After every couple of songs, Clinton would ask if it was time to go. I told him soon. I was trying to get him as hard as possible before we left, as I had a gift for him.
We danced during the next song, grinding against one another, and I could feel his rock hard cock against my leg. I decided I just couldn't take it anymore, and slid my hand down to feel it. He was like steel. I couldn't remember a time when he had ever been harder. As we danced, I slid my hand inside the waistband of his jeans to feel his hard prick. I began rubbing the head of his cock and pisshole while my thumb, feeling precum and hearing him moan lowly into my neck. This continued until the end of the song, when I pulled my hand out of his jeans. I looked around and saw a few guys watching us, but apparently we'd been discreet enough to not make our actions noticeable to everyone in the bar. I kissed him deeply, making sure our newfound audience could see, and asked if he was ready to go. The smile on his face gave me the answer, as did the hard squeeze of my ass cheek. I gave Marty a hug goodbye, and Clint and I walked out of the bar, hand-in-hand.
We stook outside the door and kissed hard. Our hands were all over each other. As Clinton buried his face in my neck, I saw that two of our former "audience members" were watch us through the window. I was sure to make eye contact with them, before taking Clinton by the hand to the alley. With his hand on my big ass cheek, we walked back toward the car.
As we rounded the corner and reached the car, I pushed Clinton against the wall and kissed him hard. As our tongues danced, I undid the fly of his jeans, freeing his prick. I looked up at him as I lowered myself down and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked hungrily at the head of his cock, flicking the pisshole with my tongue and swirling it up and down the shaft and stroking him into my mouth. His cock, my hand and my cheeks were covered in saliva and precum. I continued devouring his cock until he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed me, roughly, by the shoulders and pulled me up to kiss me hard on the mouth. I continued stroking his cock as he pulled up my skirt. "Oooh, no panties! Good girl, baby!" he exrclaimed.
I felt his fingers roughly rubbing my already throbbing clit. He pulled his hand from my pussy and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices from them. He told me he had to taste my cunt, and spun me around. He pushed me, face down, onto the hood of the car, and pulled up the back of my skirt. I felt his tongue dart in and out of my pussy, alternating with pressure against my clit and against my asshole. Oh, how he loves my big ass.
As I turned my head to the side and laid it on the hood, I saw two shadows at the end of the alley. It was two of the men who'd watched us inside the bar. "Baby? We have company", I told him. He stood up to see the two men. I knew one of his fantasies was to have sex in public, and this was our perfect chance.
"Fuck me, baby!", I moaned. I continued watching our audience as I felt Clinton's 8 inches slide in my pussy. My cunt soaked his cock as he pistoned in and out of it. I looked over at our audience as he fucked me, and saw both of them rubbing their cocks through their clothes. "Look honey, I think they like it", I told Clinton. That was all the encouragement he needed. He fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster. I felt my orgasm nearing and begged him for more. He fucked me and fucked me, and I came all over his cock. As he felt my cunt convulse on his prick, he shot his load deep inside me. He slowly pulled out of me, and I could feel his cum and mine, dripping slowly out of my pussy. "What a beautiful sight", he said. "Hey guys, want a closer look?" He motioned the two voyeurs over to see my gaping pussy, dripping with cum. One of them had taken his cock out of his fly and was fully hard, while the other's erection was fully obvious through his thin tracksuit. "Do we get a turn now?" one of them asked excitedly. "No. She's mine." He buried his face in my pussy, cleaning me up, and opened the door to let me in the driver's seat. He shut the door, then walked to the other side and got in. He hit the automatic locks, leaned over to kiss me, and said "let's go to bed, honey". I drove out of the alley, leaving our audience behind us, wanting an encore.