Party Fuc

She took a glance at his partly opened pants. His cock protruded completely, like a tin soldier standing to attention. Lubricious, satiric, lustful. A boy's favorite toy is his penis. His was not a toy, it meant business. He was showing it off to her. When a guy's cock is flaccid there is no way to determine what it will be like when it is hard. She liked the look of it, even with the foreskin tautly keeping it under wraps.

Thoughts of play with his cock, touch his cock, suck his cock, fuck his cock, entered her head although you could not tell from her facial expression. She got up from the couch and poured herself a stiff drink from the sideboard. She had small breasts hidden under her blouse. She was glad they were small, tennis ball size, she didn't need to be weighed down by anything bigger. Just a handful. What's with large breasts anyway. Hers had chocolate colored areolas set against her natural whiteness. Right now her cunt had the plump salinity of a freshly chucked oyster. At least it felt like it.

Her cunt was hers. She might share it with a guy tonight, or she might just pack it up and go home. The air in the room was pollen drenched, hazy with cigarette smoke, and smelt of overripe fruit. It was a party after all. She looked over to the guy who had previously shown his cock, but he was zipped up and talking to a Sheila sitting on the arm of the couch, looking like she was inviting for a fuck. Hell they were all here for a fuck, if the truth be known.

Cunt used to be in ancient times, a title of respect for women, priestesses, and witches. When the Inquisition came along, it raped, it murdered, and enslaved every cunt it could get its hoary cock into. The cunt-fearing church saw to that. The Christian church is a sex cult. The Moslem church is a sex cult. The cock-centric males saw to that. Sometimes she thought that she reads too much. She wasn't anti-cock, she was horrified at what a cock could turn into. A battering ram on women.

For real she knew she didn't want to be in a monogamous relationship. She didn't want to be emotionally, and sexually exclusive with one person forever. Her one and only, her other half. So many of her friends were in monogamous relationships with their one and only. One guy could never satisfy her sexually. She was like the writer Anise Nin, searching for a fuck when the desire took her over. Anise was married to two men at the same time, and fucked men who she felt attracted to. She was bisexual, and had sexual encounters with women, even the wives of the men she so readily fucked. How exciting. How risque.

The genitals speak. They cry out for attention. The entire body follows. Her twat, implored a hard cock. She knew a hard cock, implored a juicy cunt. The body desires to be explored. The randy genitals turn up the volume. She wanted contact with another universe. She wanted cock tonight. She wanted pollen in her honey. She wanted a cocktail, not a pinot noir. She wanted the thrum that fills the ears. She wanted a man's mouth on her fig. She wanted to feel the hardness of yang ridging inside her. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to get the fuck out of her system.

She looked around the room. Which cock would satisfy her plump pussycat?. She noticed couples pairing up for the long-haul. There was a lot of snogging going on. Hands were vanishing beneath clothes. For a moment she allowed herself a fantasy. Undressing and laying facedown on the coffee table in the center of the room, her breasts hanging freely at one end, her rear exposed at the other end. A guy kneels down and cups his half full wine glass around her breasts, while another guy spreads her ass cheeks and begins licking her orifices. Everyone in the room stops what they are doing, and watch. The guy who is licking her holes stops, and opens wide his pants, and flops out his hardening cock. It's a beautiful cock. Long and straight. The guy with the wine glasses around her breasts, begins using them like a plunger, the wine plopping around the base of her breasts. She feels the weight of the other guys penis entering her. Some fantasies are meant to be shared, and other's not. They could stare all they want. Her nipples were hard as dowels in the bottom of the glass. His penis was even harder deep in her pussy. She moans with pleasure as the genital silk sinks into her velvet treasure.

The watchers ride with his cock, in and out, turgid there, quivering inside her box. Her white, smooth, female body excites them. He was kneading her ass cheeks as he fucked her. Horniness is like hunger. Its a natural bodily function. Her long brown hair covering her face. How quick the jailed up flavors ran. Squishy, squelchy, oystery. The guy had a slim angular body, and red hair. When he was nearly done with fucking her pussy, he slowly pulled out his long glistening cock from her pinky peach, and painted his man milk over her winking anus, rubbing his sperm into her crenulated orifice, which delighted her even more.

It was just a fantasy, but it juiced her pussy. She often had fantasies, even while being fucked. She has long, dark brown hair. Big eyes you could drown in. Her body is slender like a boy's. She deliberately wears clothes one size too small. Her black pants are thin and cleave her ass cheeks in two as she moves her hips. She knew the guys loved to watch her walk, her bum cheeks sashaying side to side. She has plump lips made for cock sucking. Everything about her is totally sexual.

And the toilet flushes, as she heads for the bed with not a stitch on. And the guy lying there takes his hand off his erection, and kisses her breasts, feeling her upper legs, her buttocks, her sex. The bed bumps the wall as they fuck the bejesus out of each other. She buried her mouth deeper into his, her tongue feeling the inside of his wet mouth, their tongues meeting in a kiss, their lips pressed passionately together. She loved the feeling of his hard sex inside of her, his naked body over hers, feverish and taut.

In the morning they share the split peach, one half in each mouth, the juice squirting across the sheets. She pulls down the sticky bed wear, and gives his penis a long kiss goodbye. The jukebox of the mind is playing innumerable tracs.