Walter Collins - Make me come!

My greasy, well-oiled finger popped from the steaming cave and began to spin crazily over the extended clit-button. I spun it in circles, massaged the shank, dragged my fingers up and down and from side to side. It grew so hot I could have lit a cigarette on it. My passions grew and expanded. My belly tightened and knotted from the effort. My nipples swelled and jutted skyward passionately. My breath came through my slack, spit-covered lips in quick bursts and the cunt-juice wet both sides of my ass-cleft, making the giant muscles of my ass rub wetly against each other as they tightened and relaxed.

I'd used things like that before and they'd helped. Why not? I could get a lot deeper penetration with one of them than I could with a Coke bottle. A pencil had been fun when I was six or seven but there was no way something that thin could do anything for me now.

Getting off the bed I went to the dresser and pulled the wax stick from its holder. I didn't think to wet the waxy surface and instead, pushed it against the lips of my cunt.

I stood with my knees slightly bent and my legs spread, watching myself in the mirror. The image, as bruised and scraped-up as it was, still looked lewdly wicked as the brilliant white candle slid in and out of my brown-haired cunt.

The candle was going in butt first and the molded base felt like the crown of a man's cock as it caught my sensitive cunt-wall on the rim. It still wasn't quite slippery enough so I pulled it out and let my tongue slide over the acrid smelling thing. Dropping my hand again I spread my outer cuntlips with my fingers and sent it hotly home. It turned me on slowly, bringing me to a medium level of heat, but refused to do more. I tried twirling it. That didn't work. Carefully, so as not to bruise myself, I held the wick end and moved my hand in broad circles, making it jab and probe at every part of my cunt. It didn't do enough either and only made the longing for the real thing worse.

My aunt had arranged for a clerk to deliver groceries every Friday. Tomorrow was the day and I could hardly wait. The clerk that always brought them was a horny old man that I wouldn't have even considered unless I was desperate. I was desperate! It was easy to decide to seduce him. Mr. Walker was going to be fucked.

I took a long, lingering bath before I went to bed and laid out my frilliest underwear in anticipation of the following day.

The man knocked on the door at exactly ten and almost dropped the bag of groceries when he saw me.

"H-hi…" he managed.

I wouldn't really call him old. I imagine he was around forty. He was in pretty good shape for his age. He had big shoulders and a barrel chest with lots of hair on it. The only bad feature was the big beer-belly which hung over his low-flying jeans.

"Would you like a cup of coffee or something?" I asked with my heart in my mouth as he set the groceries down.

"Sure," he grinned, and plopped into a chair at the table taking his eyes off me.

I covered my mouth coyly with my hand to keep from giggling over the way his eyes bulged and the sweat was beading on his red forehead. My hands shook as I poured us each a cup. The saucers rattled as I carried them to the table and set them down.

There was no question about having him hooked so I didn't play any games. Looking him right in the eyes I grinned and purred, "How would you like to fuck me?"

I thought the poor guy was going to have a heart attack. His mouth fell open and then clamped shut. He stared at me and tried to get some words to come from his trembling lips. It must have taken a half-minute for him to get his composure and nod his head.

Taking him by the hand I led him toward the bedroom where I hoped to receive the magic which would break the evil spell.

The big man was shy until we got in the bedroom and started to strip. His clothes flew off so fast I thought he was a quick-change artist. The last piece of his clothing fell away and he stood staring at my panty-clad body, a handsome, well-developed hard-on protruding from his loins.

"Don't take your panties off yet," he ordered. "Get me a pair of scissors first."

I was a little scared. I didn't like being alone in the house with a man I didn't know – especially when he had something pointed and sharp in his hands.

"Do as I say! I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to fix your clothes so they'll really turn me on!"

I went to my desk and, pulling out a pair of shears, handed them to him. He grinned and made me lie on the bed. He spread my legs and caught the double lining of my panty-crotch. I had hoped the dark shadow of my triangle beneath the flimsy material would turn him on, and it must have, because he made no move to cut it. Instead he poked the point through the cloth at the edge of the crotch and cut it away, leaving only the thin elastic of the legbands.

When he finished, the top of my shadowy triangle was still bidden but my hairy cuntlips, and my whole crotch clear down past my asshole, was bare. Taking my bra he cut the ends out of each cup, making a hole about the size of a silver dollar for my nipples and the end of my tits to stick through. He helped me into the bra and fastened the already tight thing.

I have to admit it created a weird effect. My ample jugs pushed as much yielding fruit as possible through the opening. He took my straps and adjusted them so my nipples pointed upward.

"Do you have a pair of boots?"

I nodded.

"Put them on."

I did as I was told, and followed his last instructions with the addition of a half-slip. He took the lacy hem and wadded it up, tucking it under the band so it became a broad silky belt of wrinkled white.

"There!" he grinned with satisfaction as he made me model his creation. "Now kneel in front of me and suck on my big prick." He sat down on the bed as he gave the command.

I did as I was told instantly. It wasn't going to take any coaxing on his part to bring that beautiful slab of cock-meat to my lips. I lowered my head and gave it a kiss, right on the tiny piss-hole. Forming a tight O with my soft wet lips I pushed against the cockhead. He sighed in satisfaction as the salty meat forced its way into my mouth. The crown passed my teeth and I spent a few seconds delighting in the way he trembled as I round my teeth ever so lightly across the ridge of his cockhead.

His meat slipped deeper into my mouth and I tickled the underside with my tongue. I let half his cock slip inside and then pulled my head back, drawing the thin flesh of his shaft tight as I slid it back out.

Lowering my head again so I filled my mouth with the sweet-smelling, drooling cock, I shook my head from side to side and let his knob strike each cheek again and again. I heard him whistle hotly and knew I'd scored.

"Oh baby!" he moaned as his hands caught my head and began to guide it around to give him the best of my thrilling mouth.

He pushed my face down a little at a time until my forehead was buried in the lower part of his big belly and ray nose was filled with curly pubic hair. He raised his legs and swung them over my shoulders, locking them around my head so he held me a helpless prisoner.

The big prick was three-quarters of the way into my mouth, leaving me with just enough space to breathe through my nose. Then he began to rock back and forth slowly, without hurting or being brutal, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.

I could feel his body thrilling with each stroke. I worked one hand up and managed to get a hold of his big balls. The delicate nuts rolled slickly inside his sac under my fingers. I tugged on the wrinkled skin and listened to him sigh as I did.

"Rub below the balls!" he gasped in ecstasy. "Right behind them!"

I did as he said and felt him tremble all over as my fingers found the heavy cable that led from his balls to his asshole.