Rhonda put her hand on his leg. "Don't break the speed limit, don't take chances, but get me home, because suddenly I want very much to be fucked by you." She laughed. "Jerry, suddenly I feel very good, very wet, and very horny. Have you got all night?"
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The Titless Wonder
by
Boxlicker101
Jake Olson, a 45 year old widower, is raising two sons who are students at Snippetsville High. Usually they walk to and from school, less than a mile from home, but one day, when the younger son, Ronald, had a sprained ankle, Jake drove them. The school wants to avoid trouble and has a strict policy against weapons, or anything that might become a weapon, so Jake went with Ronald to the office to explain his cane.
There was a new face in the office, very pretty, featuring a beautiful smile and velvety brown eyes topped by soft, dark brown hair. Her nameplate said the owner of the face was Kathy McCormick, and Jake felt like a sophomore before this lovely lady as he explained why his son would need a cane for a few days.
"No problem, Mr. Olson. Ronald is one of our best students and no troublemaker. Just sign this form at the bottom. I will too and it will be his pass." Kathy was impressed by the quiet, handsome man, obviously a devoted father. Seeing no trace of a wedding ring, her smile increased in wattage.
Business was light at Jake's Hardware Store and he spent most of his time thinking of the lovely lady he had met briefly. When he left for lunch at the pub across the street, he was determined to learn more about her. Jake isn't much of a drinker, just having a beer and a sandwich at lunch and occasionally a beer after closing his store, but he is popular with the barflies because he sometimes buys beers for them. This was one of those times.
"Anybody know that new woman working at the high school?" Jake asked the men drinking the beer he had just bought.
Brian Shively, who drives around town picking up junk, also picks up gossip and he knew about her. "Her name is Kathy McCormick. Her husband left her last summer. Don't blame him."
"Why'd he leave her?"
"She's titless. She had cancer and the doctor chopped 'em off. Her old man decided she ain't a real woman without tits and I don't blame him."
Levi Oates agreed. "I sure wouldn't stay with a woman without tits. A man needs something to play with."
Jake was perturbed at hearing that about the woman who had made such a strong and good impression. Although not so shallow as to judge a woman on the same basis as the men he had just spoken to, some of his fondest memories were of making love with his wife and kissing and fondling her lovely breasts. They were the first thing he had noticed about her but he had loved and married all of her.
Kathy also thought about Jake and she was in a better position to research the quiet man who had impressed her so much. School records on Ronald Olson listed his mother as deceased and his father as a store owner. "A widower, and he seems like a swell guy but what would he think of a titless wonder like me?" she asked herself. "I hope I see him when he picks up his son."
Neither Kathy nor Jake was a mind reader but their thoughts were similar. "She seems all woman to me, breasts or not. I know I'm thinking about her like I haven't thought about anybody since Nancy died. I think I'll try to get to know her better. Maybe ask her out when I pick up the boys." Thoughts of dating Kathy were so pleasant that Jake decided he would do exactly that if he had a chance.
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Umbra's Lady
by
Wildsweetone
Liz looked over her shoulder; it didn't seem as if he was watching her. With his book held up to fend off the afternoon sun and laying on his back like that, he looked the perfect vision of relaxation. Only one thing gave the game away. His pink cock was lifted slightly from his belly, and as she watched he drew his legs up allowing the sun to dance on his body successfully blocking the view of his cock from her eyes.
Drawing air into her lungs, she turned on her heel then walked down the beach, away from him, away from civilisation, just away.
Further around the island the bush became dense. There were no footprints on the white sand, no trails of human life. She stood on the beach, looking across the Lake. She could see the tip of a white sail, a sparkling diamond in the water.
Liz drew off her flowered dress throwing it down then plonked herself under the shady edge of a spruce, her polaroids turning the world rich. Laying back, she felt the heat of the sun finger its way through her body relaxing the last of the tension from her muscles, massaging mind and soul, tickling the edges of sleep.
She dozed lightly, waking only as a dragging sensation tugged at the corner of her mind. Realising it was more than the corner of her mind being tugged, Liz opened her eyes to long dark hair teasing the inside of her thighs and the rough sensation of tongue dragging along her labia. Clenching the dress, Liz groaned spreading her knees open wider encouraging a deeper intimacy.
He ignored her silent plea, his tongue searching and finding her clit, lifting it a little from its nestling then stroking it, tormenting it until Liz growled,
"If you don't stick that tongue in me right now I'll scream until hell opens and swallows you whole!"
He chuckled, teased her for a few more long lingering moments then thrust his tongue into heaven. His strong fingers massaged the inside of her thighs and her body squirmed under his onslaught.
"Yes! God that's good. Don't stop! Please, don't stop," the last spoken on a whisper of wind as his tongue traced her golden gates.
He licked her then, smiling as her bottom lifted, smiling as her groans became mere wimpers of need and smiling as she gasped grabbing the dress. He didn't stop his tongue from sliding slowly over her clitoris, even when she begged him to "Just fuck me!"
He wrote the alphabet with his tongue, she made it to 't' before her whole body tensed and she grabbed his hair pulling his head hard against her. Within moments her breathing calmed, she released his head from her grip and smiled as he looked up to check she was all right. His left eyebrow raised as she laughed.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said. "I'd do it again in a flash."
"You would?" direct eye contact tingled, she looked down.
"Oh yeah, in a flash."
"Well, that'd be great, but I think next time it's my turn."
"We have to take turns?"
"Well, yes. Especially now."
"What do you mean especially now?"
"Well, you did me the honours so I simply have to repay you."
"Hmm, when would you like to do that?" he asked.
"I'm staying up at one of the cabins for the weekend. Would you like to come for dinner and...?"
His brow creased in thought, his lips pouted and one finger tapped the little goatee he grew beneath his bottom lip.
"Yes."
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