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He waved his cock, just as thick and long as I’d hoped! He rubbed the head in my pussy cream, tantalizing me as I tried to
lower myself onto him. Then, just about when I was ready to scream, I needed him so much, he held it still and plunged into
me as I came down. I was so wet, he slid
right in up to his balls. In that position I felt impaled and so full of him, I clutched his head and neck and moaned as I
ground my hips around. The train went around a curve and pressed me even harder into him.

He put both hands around my ass and lifted me slightly. I held on to his rock-hard shoulders as he pumped me up and down on
his tool, its massive head rubbing me inside until I thought I was going to come again.

I did come again, and still he kept pumping me, my slick juice running down all over his balls and ass. I was getting so sensitive,
I wasn’t sure how much I could take, but after all he’d done for me, I owed it to him to get him off. I bobbed harder with
my legs, listening to him moan over the sound of the train wheels.

I climbed off him then and hiked myself up onto the little sink, propping my feet on the walls. I spread my pussy lips with
one hand and beckoned. He stood between my legs and put his cock in, ramming me against the mirror with each thrust. Now he
could really push, getting faster and faster until I came again. That put him over the top, and he pulled out, squirting white
come all over my suit.

When I stopped panting, he helped me off the sink and planted a kiss on the top of my head. “Thank you,” I said. My suit was
a mess. I ran a paper towel under the water and tried to wipe it clean. The skirt was also a mass of wrinkles.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said. He pulled his pants on and took a business card from his pocket. “How would you feel about
working for me?”

I gave his bulge a squeeze. “You know, I don’t think I’d mind at all.”

BY
S
AMANTHA
F
LESKIN

I
didn’t realize when I called Ted that I wanted to see him again. I thought I just wanted to find out how he was, to catch
up on what had happened in our lives since we had last seen each other. We had dated steadily for about five months during
the previous year (the greatest five months of my life!) but had broken up because he was too moody. I had been glad to be
free of him when I left, and it had never occurred to me that someday I might want to be with him again.

But the truth was, my life now seemed like it was going nowhere. My job was a drag, the men I met weren’t right for me at
all, and I was lonely and horny and frustrated. And deep down inside, I longed to hold Ted in my arms, to have him kiss me
hotly and make me crazy with his touch, to have his tongue dipping into me, to feel his hard cock inside me, opening my cunt
to the familiar sensations of spinning dream images that exploded out of my orgasm.

While we were on the phone, it seemed like Ted didn’t
even want to see me at first. I guess after a year he was still mad about our breakup. He had pushed me too far with his dark
moods and had left me untouched for far too long, and one night he came home to find me in bed fucking someone he thought
was just my friend. Well, we weren’t exactly fucking—I had been giving my “friend” some great head.

I don’t think Ted minded so much that I was going down on someone else in our bed, but it seemed to really bother him that
the someone else I was going down on was his sister. It wasn’t as if Ted didn’t know that I liked to suck pussy—I guess he
just thought that my sucking his sister’s pussy added injury to insult. Our breakup was, as they say, immediate.

So when we talked on the phone, I was cautious with his tender feelings. Little by little I softened him up, talking about
this and that, until I had him laughing with me. Once we were having a good laugh, I knew I could drop a hint. It wasn’t long
before he’d picked me up and we were riding in his car on our way to dinner.

All through dinner I was squirming in my seat, getting so hot for Ted. We sat in a beautifully decorated Chinese restaurant,
but it all looked like sex to me: The spring rolls looked just like cocks; the dim sum resembled my round, firm tits; the
wontons in the soup reminded me of Ted’s balls in my mouth; even the fortune cookies looked like little pussies, their lips
demurely hiding the fortunes. By dessert my bush was soaked, dampening my panties with my own sweet-and-sour sauce.

Ted was still a bit standoffish with me, so we agreed to go to a movie after dinner. Pretty neutral, right? He named a few
films, but I wasn’t really listening. I just said yes to the third one because I didn’t want to be
too
easy to please. (I
knew that I’d be
very
easy to please later!) We got our tickets, I let him buy me a lot of ice cream and popcorn, and then we took our seats.

The movie Ted picked wasn’t very popular, and there were only about a dozen people in the theater. We pretty much had the
place to ourselves, but I still chose to sit way up in the back row. As soon as we sat down, I put the food on the next seat
and snuggled up close to him.

Ted wasn’t very attentive to the movie, so I tried to think of what to do. I considered taking off my wet and fragrant panties
right there in front of him, but I didn’t want to seem too sluttish. So I got up and went to the ladies’ room.

I stepped into a stall, hung up my long coat, and took off my skirt. Standing there in just my high heels, matching black
silk panties and bra, and my sweater, I imagined what I would look like right then to some usher who might have poked a hole
in the wall to peep on the girls. This got me excited, so I pulled off my panties and, putting one foot up on the commode,
started to touch myself gently between my firm thighs.

I unhooked my lacy bra and pulled my sweater up over my breasts, rubbing the curves, lingering over my hardening nipples.
With the other hand, I stroked my thighs and the fur of my pussy, gently parting the lips and tickling them. Then I plunged
two fingers into my dripping cunt, feeling the sensations in my vagina radiate up and through my belly. I moaned, the thrill
making my nipples tingle and my asshole tighten. I wanted Ted to fuck me so much I could taste it!

I almost brought myself to orgasm in the ladies’ room, but I wanted to have Ted’s fingers do it, his cock sending those quivers
of pleasure through me, so I pulled off my
sweater and put it and my skirt into my bag. I stepped back into my panties, hooked my bra back into place, put my long coat
on, and went back to my seat.

Ted was engrossed in the movie, so I casually opened my coat, exposing the whole front of my body to the flickering light
from the screen. As I crossed one leg over the other, I could smell the honey from my cunt and I was sure he could, too. After
pulling my arms out of the coat sleeves, I gently took one of his hands and put it on the damp, fragrant spot on my panties.
Ted was so shocked, I thought his eyes would pop right out of his head! He looked at me leaning back in my seat, legs crossed
seductively, back arched, coat flung off, wearing just a bra and panties. I rubbed his hand up and down the silk covering
my hot cleft, pulling his face to mine with my other hand.

We kissed deep and hard, tongues darting around each other like flashing sabers, hot breath mingling with our moans. Ted’s
hands were on me, moving up and down my body, sending goose bumps over my skin. Then he knelt in front of me and bent his
head to my belly.

He tongued my navel, sending chills through me. His hands found the catch on my bra and, in a second, my firm tits bounced
free. He slid his tongue all the way up my belly to one nipple, pushing my legs farther apart with his body. I slid my ass
forward in the seat, trying to get closer to Ted, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, rubbing my pussy against his chest.
I hooked one foot behind his back, clinging to him. Ted sucked my tits one at a time and gently bit my nipples as I ran my
fingers through his hair. Meanwhile, I was grinding my soaked mound against him, stimulating my clit.

I pulled Ted up to kiss me again, but he had other plans. While we kissed, he used both hands to lift the thin
lace of my panties high up on my hip and, with a single jerk, separated the elastic of the waistband. Then he tore the other
side the same way. Ted’s impatience thrilled me, exciting me even more than I had been before. He took the front of my ruined
panties in one hand and the back in the other and started pulling them back and forth across my pussy. My clit grew stiff
from the friction of the panties dragging across it. I was desperate to have him inside me, and this tease was making me frantic.

Then he bent to my wet, expectant mound. Ted’s tongue was almost as hard as his cock, probing the lips of my cunt, stroking
its pink folds and the soft, curly hair. I breathed faster now, close to orgasm, trying not to make too much noise. I put
one foot on the seat back in front of us, draping the other leg over his shoulder. Ted’s tongue was like a hot little cock
pushing into my cunt as I gasped in short breaths.

Somehow Ted’s tongue went deeper into my pussy. This is something I have always liked, and I moaned with passion as he put
his thumb onto my clit while he tongued my hole. The orgasm was profound, building within me, lifting me as if on a tall wave.
Then the wave was gone, nothing was below me, and I fell into pleasure, passion, lust, into the depth of the exploding orgasm.

Ted unwrapped one of the ice-cream bars and gently stroked my pussy with it. After a few strokes, he pushed the ice cream
into my vagina, the cold making my cunt muscles contract around it. This sensation—having cold applied to my pussy while it
was so hot—thrilled me even more. Ted fucked me with the ice-cream bar, pumping the creamy shaft into my grasping cunt again
and again.

Then he bent his mouth to my pussy again, licking the melted ice cream from my bush, the folds of my cunt’s soft
lips, 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 my
cunt, 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 who’s just had two great orgasms, feeling
her man’s hot jism seeping out her cunt lips and down her leg.

Then I threw my coat over my shoulders, picked up my bag, and lazily left the theater, the grinding motion of my hips and
my thighs rubbing together, giving me chills of pleasure.