A Night at the Opera

“I hate the opera,” grumbled Erica, as she furled and unfurled the two-page program. She had noticed two typos when she skimmed through it.

As the orchestra tuned up, random notes of mediocre music drifted through the audience, though the term audience was pushing it a bit. Forty-two people in an auditorium that held two-fifty hardly qualified as an audience.

But there it was.

And so was Erica. Sitting in the back row of a near-empty auditorium, waiting for a fat broad with humongous boobs to come out on stage and sing at an octave only dogs would hear. It wasn’t over until she did. That, my friends, is a known fact.

“You agreed to come with me tonight.” Jason’s face was deadpan as he reached over, pressed his hand on her bouncing knee. He pressed just hard enough to make his point. Stop making a scene. Or else.

Erica stilled her leg, slumped back in her seat. She had worn her favorite evening dress—a black mid-thigh flare—and a lacy garter. She had spent thirty minutes on her hair, twenty on her makeup.

For this. This small-town, amateur freak show.

“That’s better.” Jason rewarded her with a light kiss on her cheek as the lights dimmed and the orchestra played the opening notes.

Pouting in the dark, Erica watched performers with worn costumes and tired voices drag through their scenes.

She deserved to be rewarded for this, for sitting through singers that sounded like cats in heat. She deserved to be rewarded for giving in to Jason’s ridiculous whims, his drive to support local arts. She deserved…

Her head swiveled over to him when his hand creeped up her leg, under her dress, fingered the hook of her garter that rested well up her thigh.

Erica smiled into the darkness of the near-empty theater. She swiveled her head back and faced the actors, let her head tilt back and spread her thighs in carefree invitation. Oh, yeah, she deserved this.

Jason’s hand slid up her thigh, his pinky grazing the folds of her pussy.

“You’re already wet,” he breathed into her ear as he palmed her.

Two fingers dipped down, came back up—lubed—to stroke her clit.

She could only nod as wave after wave of need ripped through her.

“You like when I finger you, don’t you?”

She nodded again. “Don’t stop,” she begged, but it came out more like a whimper.

That didn’t matter. She knew Jason had understood her message when he thrust two fingers into her cunt and fucked into her.

The sucking noises of her wet pussy matched the tempo of the music. Her moans melted with the aria, seemed to harmonize with the players. And when Jason made her cum, her cries of release were drowned out by the ear-splitting falsetto of the fat lady.

Tied to her

The charity ball went late; the band was pumping music and everyone danced well past two. It was almost three when they got home.

She walked in ahead of him, stopped in the foyer as he let the door close behind him. He glanced at her over his shoulder as he flicked the lock.

Dusky light from the library washed the hall like candlelight.

She reached back, unzipped her dress. She shifted her left shoulder, then the right, let the dress fall down in a puddle around her feet. She took two steps toward him wearing nothing but three-inch stilettos.

He was instantly hard, rubbed a hand against his cock.

A breath apart, she pressed her hand against his. “Don’t. Let me do that.”

He dropped his hand, but she didn’t replace it. Instead, she dropped to her knees, helped him with his shoes. She unzipped his pants, nudged them down.

“Mmmmm.” She rubbed her cheek against his cock. “You went commando, too.”

She cupped his balls as he stepped out of his pants, swirled her tongue over the head of his cock, relished the fat bead of pre-cum that clung to him. She took him in her mouth, just the head, sucking him as she massaged his sack.

He wanted to take his time, enjoy fucking her mouth, but she felt so god dammed good.

He undid his cuffs, loosened his tie, unbuttoned the collar.

She pulled back with a loud pop. “You can take the shirt off, but leave the tie on.”

He grinned down at her. “If you keep the shoes on.”

She nodded. “Deal.”

She took him in, as far as she could take him, gagged a little. He let his shirt fall to the floor, his head drop back against the wall.

She reached up with one hand to stroke his tie, matching each thrust of his cock into her mouth. She yanked on it hard, as if she were cumming herself, when he moaned her name and shot down her throat.


Your hard, fat cock presses into my mouth and I savor your musky, salty taste. Your hips pump as your cock fucks my mouth and you groan.

I squeeze the shaft, drag my nails across your balls in a soft caress.

You moan loader, press my pussy against your mouth, swirl your tongue in vicious circles around my clit. Oh, fuck, I love when you do that.

Frantic with need, I take your cock as far as I can, gagging just a little. I wrap my lips around you, stroking your glorious length. I twirl my tongue around the head when I pull back, massage your balls when I suck you back in.

You reach around my ass; a finger strokes my hole, teasing. I moan, take you in, squeeze your thick cock with my hand. Your mouth sucks my clit hard as you fuck my mouth.

You feel so fucking good. I love sucking your cock and you eat my pussy like a god.

I rock my pussy against your mouth, groaning, balanced just on the edge of release. Then you press your finger into me and it sends me over the edge. My ass convulses around your finger as I cum on your face. I swallow your cock and moan as you shoot down my throat.

That Extra Push

He pulls back, almost all the way out, until he sees the crown of his cock. She lets out a quiet whimper.

“Put it back,” she says.

He thrusts into her and she pushes back, matches his pace, her pussy dripping with need and greed.

“Fuck me,” she begs.

“I’m fucking you, darling.”

“Not just my pussy.”

He grins. He loves his greedy girl. “My pleasure, darling.”

He lets saliva drip from his mouth, aims it to coat her anus, then presses a thumb into her ass.

She pushes against him, groaning, adds a small rotation.

“Harder,” she demands.

Not one to deny his woman, he slams into her, her tight cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. His thumb drills into her ass until she spasms around him; her ass clenching his thumb and her cunt convulsing around his throbbing cock.

He gives one final thrust. “That’s it baby,” and pours into her.

Can't Get Enough

He squeezed her breast, thumbed the erect nipple. She fisted his hair and pushed him against her. His hot, wet mouth devoured her pussy.

“Harder,” she panted. “Harder. Harder.”

His tongued dipped down, teased her asshole and she moaned.

“Yes. Yes.”

His finger slid through the folds of her wet pussy, pushed into the heat of her cunt. Her hips thrust up, begging for release.

He pressed his mouth on her pussy once again and she groaned. His mouth was relentless against her clit, as his finger pressed into her, made slow, easy strokes into her tight ass.

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

She came hard, her ass convulsing around his finger, her pussy dripping honey into his mouth.

“Again,” she begged. “Make me cum again. I can’t get enough of you.”

Not Done

He presses his cock inside me, gliding easily into the wetness.

“Fuck yes,” I groan.

He pumps his hips, thrusting into me, dragging me close to climax. But I hover just at the edge, the blissful release held at bay.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper in his ear.

“I’m inside you baby.”

“No.” I take his hand, press it against my ass. “Here.”

His finger circles my pink rosebud, teasing, stroking.

“Put it in,” I beg, reaching back and pushing his finger into my ass.

He pumps into me–cunt and ass–and the effect is immediate. The orgasm rips through me, and I cry out.


I drop onto him, limp.

“I’m not done,” he says.

I smile into his neck. “Good. Neither am I.”

Do it again

His cock presses into me, slow at first, then faster and faster. Hard, fierce thrusts drive me to the edge where I hover.

“I need you inside me,” I groan.

“I’m fucking you, baby.”

I close my eyes, press down to take all of him inside me. “You know what I mean.”

He kisses my mouth and grins. “Yes I do,”

His hand caresses my ass, squeezes one cheek, then inches over until his finger finds my anus. He circles it, teasing me, until I groan. Then he presses into me.

“Yes!” Triumphant, I lean back, let him ride my pussy as his finger fucks my ass.

In only five strokes, he makes me cum.

“Do it again,” I beg.

Salty Spasms

I lick your balls, suck each one into my mouth, roll it around my tongue.

Pre-cum drips down the length of your cock and I fist my hand around your hard shaft, stroke your glorious length while I suck your balls.

You pull my hair, shift my head and tap your wet cock against my mouth. I flick out my tongue, taste your salty goodness. My lips open, take your head into my mouth.

Your head drops back and you thrust your hips, push into my mouth. I groan, close my eyes, wrap my hand around your cock. As my mouth fucks your hard cock, my hand grips you like a vice. Faster and faster, I take you in, your hips rocking as you shove in and out of my mouth.

You hold my head in place, grunting, egging me to suck you harder.

“That’s it,” you chant. “That’s it. Yeah, that’s it.”

With a final vicious thrust, you shoot into the back of my throat. I wrap my arms around your ass and take you in as far as I can, reveling in your salty spasms.

Over the Edge

You rub your fat, wet head over my clit, teasing me until I’m begging you to fuck me. I open my legs wide.

“Please,” I whimper.

You press into my cunt, slide in slow and easy. And you wait as I pant. You press in further, flick your thumb over my clit.

I groan and that–thank the gods!–is what sets you off. You yank my hips up and fuck into me hard, ramming into me over and over until I cum hard.

Just like that

Oh, yeah, baby, lick my wet pussy like that. Faster! Harder! You’re going to make me fucking cum.

Again. Make me cum again.

Then I want you on your knees, your hands gripping my hips, while you ram your cock into me. Fuck me hard, baby. You know how I like it.

Not yet

Your tongue flicks my ear, licks just below the lobe. It’s an erogenous zone that makes me instantly wet.

And you know it.

Your hand reaches down; your fingers slide between the wet folds of my pussy. Your mouth devours mine while your fingers swirl around my clit. My hips rock against your hand.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”

“Not yet,” you say, against my mouth.

I whimper, grind my hips against your hand, but it’s not enough. I reach down, press your fingers against my pussy, force your fingers into my cunt.

“Yes!” I arch against you. “More,” I bed. “Please. I need more.”

“Greedy girl.” But you give in, and ram your fingers into my cunt, fucking into me until I cum hard.


I want to just sit here and watch you stroke your gorgeous cock. I want to just sit here and listen to you groan and moan my name while you fuck your hand. I want to just sit here while your cum pumps out of your fat cock and shoots all over your chest.

But I can’t. I can’t just sit here and watch.

I need to kneel between your thighs, wrap my lips around your shiny head. I need to suck your hard cock while your hand pumps it. I need to suck your throbbing cock until you shoot your hot cum down my throat.

Never enough

She holds herself open, looks over her shoulder, daring me.

I act all nonchalant for about three seconds and we both laugh. She knows too well that I love to eat her luscious pussy.

I jump onto the bed, flip her over, yank her hips up and press my face between her cheeks.

“Hold yourself open,” I tell her.

She reaches back and spreads herself.

“That’s it, baby.” My tongue drags through her slit, presses into her cunt, fucks her for several strokes until she groans. I bring my tongue up and swirl it around her sweet rosebud. My fingers find her wet clit, pinch and rub. She whimpers and moans louder.

“Faster,” she begs. “Faster.”

My fingers rotate with lightning speed as my tongue drills into her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries. “Yes. Yes. Yes."

Her ass convulses around my tongue and her cunt drips as she cums hard.

I don’t wait for her to level out. I flip her over, push her thighs apart and press my open mouth against her throbbing pussy.

I can’t get enough of her.


That moment when your hand slides across my ass and your finger teases my eager rosebud. Your cock fucks my cunt harder and faster, bringing me so close to the edge. I love how you fill me.

Then you press your finger into my ass and every nerve goes into overdrive.

“You like this, don’t you?” you grunt in my ear.

“Yes. Oh, good goddess, YES!”


Quiet music in the background, soft lighting, gentle moans.

Until you moan my name. Then I flip you over, press your thighs apart and clamp my mouth on your pussy. My tongue grinds against your clit, two fingers pump into your wet cunt, as you push my head against you, your hips rocking faster and faster.

I don’t stop when you cum…I can’t…you taste too fucking good to stop and I need to keep eating you, keep making you cum. Because you deserve it, sweetheart.

And so do I.


Mmmmm…sliding it across my pussy and ass, trying to decide where to put it. You decide baby. Just promise your finger goes into the other.


Your hands cupping my ass, those chocolate eyes on mine, while I ride you.

Slow and steady, I fuck your cock, it’s delicious girth hitting all the sweet spots inside my cunt, sending sparks up my spine.

I don’t want to stop…Jesus you feel so fucking good!

Keep fucking my pussy, baby. You make me feel so good, so beloved.

Lap Girl

Bent over your lap, I unzip your pants, reach in and pull out your hard cock. I lick my lips at the beauty, the glorious thick shaft. The tip glistens with a bead of pre-cum, twitches in anticipation. I wrap my mouth around you, take you in as far as I can. You moan, drop your head back onto the sofa, cup my ass with your hand.

As I stroke your cock, fuck it with my hot, wet mouth, I fall into the zone; that delicious place where my body only feels and my mind empties of everything but you.

You slap my ass once, twice, three times, and I slide further into that misty place. I moan–something I know you like because it vibrates up your cock–and suck faster. Harder.

You groan, press my head down, urge me to suck you harder. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke in time with my mouth, squeezing tight.

You reward me by pressing your finger into my ass, stroking in and out.

Your cock hardens even more and you thrust your hips forward, push down on my head and grunt as you come. Your finger presses further into my ass and my own orgasm rips through me.

Just a taste

Mmmmm…I love when you stroke your cock, babe. Keep fisting it like that…I’m just going to wrap my lips around the tip, suck the head while you fuck your hand. Keep stroking it, babe, don’t stop…I want to taste you.


I can’t concentrate when you devour my pussy like this. I know I should be sucking your thick cock–I want to wrap my lips around it so much because you taste so damned good!–but when you eat my pussy like this, dig your fingers into my ass, press my cunt into your face, it’s too much and I just need to enjoy it.

Oh, I’ll suck your cock, baby, but after you make me cum a few times. I may be greedy, but you’re so fucking good at this, I can’t bring myself to ask you to stop.

Yes, keep doing that. Just a little harder, a bit harder. Yes! Yes! I’m going to cum!

Faking It

She appears to be alone, lying there, all innocent. Inviting.

I crawl toward her, intent on burying my face between those cheeks, lapping up that sweet pussy.

I take one swipe and she moans, reaches back and presses my head against her. Sneaky girl, she was faking it all this time.

Well then…I flip her over, push her thighs back and apart; she clearly needs a tongue lashing.

On my knees, I open my mouth and feast on her sopping, wet pussy, content to stay here between her thighs until she begs me to stop. We both know that won’t happen for a while…she’s stubborn and won’t call Uncle, and I love eating her too much to stop.


My hands hold your face, focused only on you, while I ride your hard, thick cock.

“Faster,” you chant. “Faster. Faster."

I add a swirl to my hips and pump faster.

"You feel so good, baby. I don’t think I can wait,” I say.

“Then don’t. ” You press a finger into my ass, sending me over the edge. And I feel you cum right after me.

How we do it

On my knees, you behind me. We’ll start with you eating me, but this is how we’ll finish…with your cock inside my cunt, your hands gripping my ass, while you fuck me until I cum. Don’t stop, baby. You feel so fucking good. Make me cum again.


Desperate to taste you, I shove you down on the bed, push your thighs apart.

“Wait,” you say. “Slow down.”

“I can’t. I need you now."

Greedy, hungry, I spread your lips with my fingers and take. I grind my tongue against your hard clit, your pussy already dripping with lust.

"Stop,” you cry. “You’re going to make me cum already."

I press two fingers into your cunt, stroke slow and easy. I glance up at you and smile. "Sweetheart, I’ll make you cum again. And again.” I take a quick lick. “And again."

You give me that dreamy smile that I love. "Oh. Well.” And you push my head down.

Satisfied that I can eat my fill, I settle in, clamp my mouth around your clit and suck, pump my fingers into your cunt. As your pussy spasms around my fingers, I smile. I love making you cum.

And we’re just getting started.


I was thirteen when I made my Barbie fuck Ken.

Ken was on top, Barbie was on her back. It's what I knew to be the norm. Then someone told me about sixty-nine, and Ken and Barbie discovered a new position.

I got a new Barbie for my fourteenth birthday. Ken was a happy man. He had two women who fucked him day and night.

Then I found my dad’s Playboy magazines, and things changed. Pressing Ken against Barbie made my stomach jump, but pressing Barbie against her girlfriend made my pussy tingle.

None of us noticed that Ken had driven off in the pink convertible. The Barbies were too busy eating each other’s smooth pussies.

What she wants

I wait until she’s dressed; the pretty silk blouse and frilly floral skirt.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her.

She smiles. Blushes.

“Turn around.” I rotate my hand in the air, thrust my chin at her.

She sucks in a breath, but turns.

I push up her skirt to find her bare bottom. “Oh, Jesus, sweetheart. And you’re so wet."

"You make me wet."

I smile. "You’re about to get wetter."

I press my mouth against her pussy, savor the salty-sweetness that is hers.

She bends over, her legs wide and I push her cheeks open. She rocks back and forth, riding my tongue, moaning my name. My pussy is throbbing and need her mouth on it, but I can’t stop feasting on her juices.

She’s panting now, and I know she’s close.

I reach up, gently pinch her clit and she groans.

"Please,” she begs. “Please."

And I know what she wants.

I drag my tongue along her wet folds, up to her tight asshole, swirling my tongue round and round.

"Yes!” she cries “Yes!"

I grind her ass, squeeze her swollen clit until she cums.

Fast and Furious

Fast, furious sex. The kind when madness consumes, and feral instinct takes over.

Don't bother removing my clothes; there's no time. I need you now! Just yank up my skirt, shove my panties aside.

Ram your fingers into my pussy, clamp your mouth onto my clit. Faster! Harder!

Yes! Yes! This is what I want. This is what I need. Don’t stop baby. Even when I cum, don’t stop.

Panties On

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, but he brushed my hands aside.

"Leave them on," he said.

He pulled me down until my hips straddled his face, yanked aside the tiny swatch of fabric and ground his tongue against my clit.

The orgasm was almost instant.