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Sex On The Brain: Harry Meets Sally - the Climax
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Sex On The Brain: Harry Meets Sally - the Climax Harry slammed the front door behind him and scanned the area. Damn! No sight of Sally. He wanted to catch up to her in the worst way. He sped down the steps and along the sidewalk. As he passed a huge oak tree on his left, a pair of hands with exquisitely done red nails grabbed the labels of his open suite jacket. Suddenly he was pulled behind the tree. He caught himself with both hands on her hips. “So, big boy,” Sally’s face was right up to his, he could smell her sweet breath as she spoke in a growl-like voice. “you fantasize about these red lips encircling your cock?” “Why, yes I do!” Harry said as he pulled her hips closer. “And you wish this tongue would slide up and down your shaft?” Sally rolled her tongue around her lips. Harry didn’t say a thing. He simply kissed her. For both of them the kiss was electric hot! Tongue on tongue, lips sliding, pushing and pulling back: it was the best foreplay ever. Sally felt the heat melting her right between her legs, she was literally melting into erotic, dripping juices. Harry felt his penis hardening into a rod, right there through his clothes. After an eternity of kissing pleasure their lips parted. Sally gasped and said, “As you know, it was you I fantasized about: having 69 oral sex with you outside in the bushes. You know I want to wine-dine-and-69 you?” Before Harry could answer “Yes” she pulled at him again. This time she walked backwards toward the house… and a hedge of well-trimmed bushes. She stopped at just the right place, just where she had planned. “Look around you.” She explained. “Notice the light coming through those big windows. You can see the people inside, at the party we just left. But between the house and us are these bushes and beyond us are more trees. If we lay down here, we are lit from the houselights but invisible to everyone. I noticed this spot as I approached the house.” Harry was about to say, “Perfect!” when Sally impulsively kissed him. Only she could see the lipstick smeared on his face. “You lay down, right here behind the bushes.” She anticipated Harry’s reluctant pause and said, “Look, this is my fantasy and I want to be on top.” The seduction in her voice was overpowering. He kissed her, holding her tight, and slid down to the ground. Precisely at that moment the host glanced out of the very window that illuminated Harry and Sally. He saw them kiss and disappear, as he drank to a toast about sexual liberation proposed by one of his guests. Clearly, he remembered Sally’s fantasy about a tryst of 69 outdoors and smiled at their passionate and ambitious erotic desire. The night was relatively young: what erotic delights might await him? Harry’s heart pounded as he lay flat on the cool grass and Sally told him to lift his hips and slid his trousers down. He was almost fully erect. She smiled and murmured, “Mm!” Before he knew it, she reversed her position so that her hips were near his head. Sally slid up her skirt and straddled his face. Her panties were gone: smart girl! He could smell her pussy: it’s moisture and sweet musty scent. And he could even see her… long labia dripping at the edges. “Well!” Sally sounded dominant. “What are you waiting for – my red lips on your hard cock? You know what to do!” Harry didn’t hesitate. He used his lips up and down her labia, sneaking into every crevice, separating them any way he could. The taste of her juices was intoxicating, much more so than the champagne inside, and he found himself driven to explore every centimeter of her wetness. Sally arched her back in response to the sensation of Harry’s tongue inside of her, just inside of her between her legs. It was exquisitely tingling: a swirling sensation of heat and cool, of pressure and feather touches. She grabbed his rod in her hand. It was silky smooth and pulsating. Her instincts kicked in and she began to pump it, stroke it. She knew he wanted her lips on him, but her fantasy would not allow that – not just yet. Harry discovered that he loved, absolutely loved Sally’s pussy. Everything about it was driving him insane with lust. He licked, he nibbled, he sucked… and he listened. Her moans were part of him touching her. Every little verbal yip and moan and sigh turned him on even more. He was becoming lost in pleasing her. Yes, of course he wanted her mouth on his waiting cock; but even more he wanted to send a lightning bolt through her, straight from his tongue through her clit and cunt. That is exactly what she wanted. She jerked his cock and tickled his balls: fast and furious and then slow and determined. His inspired oral skills were about to send her into orgasm land, but she wanted to both hold him off and yet show him her appreciation with her hands as best she could. She knew it wouldn’t be enough for him… not quite yet. Her first orgasm revealed itself with a slow burning deep between her legs. That was it: that was what she had been waiting for! She dropped down and encircled the head of his cock with her red lips. He could actually feel the smoothness of her lipstick and he suddenly felt like Superman, able to leap engorged clits and race steaming orgasms. He licked her clit hard and she took all of him into her mouth. She could not scream as her orgasm overtook her, for she had him full insider her mouth. Instead she writhed her mouth around his tasty cock: up and down, from one side to the other. She ground her pussy onto his fully thrust out tongue, sliding up and down it with each orgasmic convulsion. It seemed to go on and on and on, offering her plenty of joyful time to take his erection all the way into her throat several times. And each time she slowly pulled back, swaying her head back and forth while sucking, milking him, hard. With each insertion of his red-hot dick into her throat she gasped for air. With each suck she moaned loudly, like a muffled roar. It was on the fourth or fifth long suck that his cock popped in her mouth. His hips jerked wildly beneath her. She used one hand to cup his balls as he exploded. His cum flooded her mouth. It had a surprisingly sweet taste and she was compelled to swallow some: smooth heat going down her throat. There was so much, so fast however that she had to let most of it slide out past her lips to coat the soft skin of his throbbing cock. Neither knew how long it took them to catch their breath again. Nor how long they laid together in that same position: her occasionally licking and kissing his deflating penis and him licking at drops of her sensual juices oozing from her. Eventually they rose and started putting themselves back into presentable form. Harry put his hand gently on Sally’s face. “You know, I’m having a fantasy about you right now.” Sally smiled and brushed her hair back. “Really? And what would that be?” “That I follow you back to your place and fuck you all night. We’ll make love until we fall asleep, with my cock still inside your pussy of course.” “Of course!” Sally agreed. Harry continued. “And as soon as we wake we’ll start all over again: every position we can imagine and perform.” He stepped forward and kissed her fully. She took hold of his hand as the kiss ended and pulled him as she walked toward their cars. “Follow close behind me. I don’t want to loose you… and our lovely fantasies!”  |
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