The Insane Meet

A few years ago, while living in North Carolina, I hooked up with a fellow on-liner with a crazy name like “lone-wolf heart”. We bantered a bit sent a picture back and forth and I thought nothing more would ever come of it. Boy was I wrong!

One night, when I was ready to log off, she dropped in and sent me a message to chat. Even though I was tired, I chatted with her before she came out and asked, “Did I wanna see the good photos”? Hell yeah, I typed back. Man, was I shocked. She had auburn red hair to her ***, green eyes and a pair of **** that would stop traffic. I sent her the required **** shots back and we chatted a bit on what we liked didn’t like about relationships. “I always wanted a complete stranger to come into my room and take me without conditions”, she typed. I told her to be careful what she wished for, I just might take her up on it. “No man has the balls, I’ve made this offer before and nothing happens” she typed. Hang on a second, I shot back. I’m going to call you now.

I called her up and she repeated the offer. I wasn’t going to go, I had plans the next day and she lived around 80 miles away, but looking at her last picture, her crotch thrusted up at the camera, changed my mind. I was going and nothing was going to stop me. She gave me decent directions and jotted them down, she said she’d leave the light on and I would know if I was in the right house if I went through the back there was a stuffed owl on a shelf. She’d leave the back door unlatched. With that she hung up and I was off.

Driving into South Carolina I was both excited and apprehensive about what I was doing. What if she was a crazy and was waiting for me to come in before greeting me with a Smith and Wesson cocktail? I guess my other head did the thinking as I pushed on through the misty night.

I arrived at her street and had a hell of a time finding the place. There were no addresses and no street lights. Squinting through the passenger window I thought I saw her house. The car matched, the color was right and the address barely visible from the street. As it was after 1 o’clock in the morning, I shut my door softly and cut a path to the rear of the house. The troubling thing was, no light was on. Was this a signal? Did she change her mind? Was I being set up? My heart clapped and thudded in my chest but my **** was totally erect and straining against my tight jeans. I was going in!

I softly opened the back door and a hinge squeaked through the quiet evening. Moving in the screened-in porch, I looked to my left and to my relief, an owl was mounted over a mantle. “Right house” I thought, I was definitely committed now. I gently slid the back sliding door and it moved smoothly on the track. I hesitated before taking the first step into the house. “This is nuts” I thought, what the hell am I doing?

I almost decided to leave when I though I heard low music to the back of the house. I crept in and shut the door, sweat dripping from my temples. I walked low and quietly, brushing the wall with my left shoulder. I moved slowly around the last corner, and peered into a candle lit room.

“You made it” she smiled and growled with husky anticipation. “I did make it”, I answered, “Waiting up for something?” I playfully countered. “Only the best **** of my life” she purred. “Come here and eat me, I’m dripping wet” she pleaded.

I tore off my clothes and jumped into her bed wanting her like I’ve never wanted anyone else before. I buried my head between her creamy white thighs pulling her ***** wide open as a licked her from top to bottom. She nearly tore my hair off the top of my head as I plunged my thick tongue as far in as I could, making sure to lap up all of her foaming juices. She nearly fainted when I stuck my finger in her *** all the while drumming her tiny **** with the point of my tongue. I ate until my tongue hurt, and got up on my knees, my 8 inch **** pointing upward above her writing loins.

“Turn about is fair play” I said while cradling down scrunching up towards the pillows. She moved gracefully, almost effortlessly and assumed the position I had previously held. Her juices were sopping and my lower back and *** were lying in a pool of ***. She held my fat ****, her fingers gripping it like a vice, my balls twisted through her long fingers. She licked up and down my pole and purposefully avoided touching my mushroom head. After a few minutes of pleading and thrusting my hips forward, she dove unto my ****. I have never been eaten like this before. She took it all in three gulps and lapped my ball sack with her tongue. She ****** my **** with her mouth, her green eyes playfully gazing back at mine. My **** felt like a bar of steel, but I felt the first rumblings in my balls, I would never last if I didn’t do something fast.

I moved around and over her and pushed her onto the soaked mattress and gazed at her heart-shaped ***. I pushed her fiery locks to one side and licked her from her nape down the small of her back. I had to have that ***. I had to taste it. I parted her white asscheeks and darted in and out with my tongue. Pulling her pelvis up, I simultaneously played with her **** and ***** while I gave her the best rim job of her life. She screamed with pleasure and moving my hand aside, roughly pulled her cheeks apart and told me to **** her white ***.

I moved up behind her cupping her hips with my knees while aiming my fat **** at her browneye. She was so wet with my juices I slid in and slowly pushed until my balls swung up and tapped her *****. We found a perfect rhythm and I pushed and pulled her hips for support. We grunted like animals, my head was spinning and I knew I couldn’t hold on. She told me to hold on, she was almost there, and I focused on not coming, which wasn’t easy. She came loudly and threw her auburn hair back. I grabbed her mane and pulled for all I was worth. With a final thrust, I fired my seed into her hot ***. I almost passed out with the sensation—I had never had it like this before.

We moaned and rocked and a felt an easy piece. I started to pull out and she begged me to leave it in. I rolled to her left, still deep in her *** and felt like I was drifting off. “You’re not done yet mister”, she snarled. I smiled and knew this night was just beginning.

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1 Response Jul 13, 2010

Wow, that must have been an awesome trip! The only auburn goddess I had the pleasure to know was a slender wild lady I met at a Bluegrass festival . She was into yoga and parting her hot wet lips with my tongue while her legs were crossed behind her head was pure delight. She was insatiable and would gush like a firehose when she came, there wasn't a dry spot on either of us all weekend.