POTLUCK buffeting

By Dabria Dixxon 2016


The alarm clock bam you awake. " Damnit " you growl and reach over and hit the snooze. It's Saturday and you should be sleeping in but " Oh NO " your wife had to get you both invited to some lame field day with a bunch of her boring, stupid friends. You would much rather sleep in, and lounge in social movement of the tv nearly of the day.

The alarm goes off again and you roll over to find your wife not sleeping side by side to you. You have a raging morning woods and you sigh in frustration. Not that it would matter if she were there, she never wants to fuck anymore and that really pisses you off.

You wrap your fingers gently around the midst shaft and lay back relinquishing to the fact that, again, you have to take caution of it.

You hear her down in the kitchen as you stroke your turncock. Probably cooking up all sort of potluck beauty for the duck soup. You wish she would show you as a lot attention.

Just as you are about to cum, you roll on your side of meat and fritter your jizz all over the sheets on her side of the bed. " Serves you properly " you snicker as you straighten up the blankets pressing down hard on the wet spot. Thinking about the look on her face tonight when she tries to get in and the piece of paper are stuck together. LOL.
In the rain shower you tarry under the hot steamy stream, not in any sort of hurriedness to go downstairs. As you're lathering up your dick and clod you eye her pinko razor. Another smirk spreads on your face and you use her " Do not tinct it's for my legs " razor to do a bit of manscaping. After your musket ball are nice and dodgy and you have neat and trimmed bush you put the razor back without getting all the hair out of it. " Ha " you bellow as you step out of the cascade and set about to towel off.
" What ? " comes a yell from downstairs.

" zippo " you call back.

" You'd better precipitation ! ! she bellowing, " We have to give soon. "

" Fuck you. " You say under your breath.


The driveway to the common is filled with you staring blankly out the window while she yammers non-stop about who-knows-what as you aren’t even listening. It would be funny remark that she didn’t even notice you didn’t utter a one password the entire hr long drive if it wasn’t so vexing. Your marriage has been bad for a long meter now and you just palpate numb.

" Carry that basket " she Holy Order as you force a smile. You grab it with one hand and reach up and close the raised back hatch of the SUV with the other. She has already ran across the grass towards the group milling around the picnic table and all the women chattering strait like a crew of fussy hens in the henhouse.
" Just flash me now. " you say outloud to no one as you make your way towards the tables.

" Hey dude ! ! " yells Doug, the obnoxious blowhard husband of one of your wife's friends, " glad you could get outa bed and amount out today hahaha " he makes his way towards you and you can tell he is already half rummy. " Whoa " he stumbles and some of his beer sloshes out of his red solo cup, " Hahaha ! look out out for that step ! ! " he sidles up next to you and you can sense his rancid beer breath. " Nice shorts " he bellows and laughs way too forte.

You smile weakly as you really just want to perforate him in the face. " Thanks " you mutter as you walk away but he follows " Git yerself a beer, bud ! ! " he belches and then laughs as you quicken your whole tone and dodge around behind a grouping of people crowding around the tables. You don’t count back but soon pick up his way too loud voice now pestering somebody else. " good brokenheartedness " you say to yourself as you spy some sad looking husbands sitting in folding president under a nearby Tree. You walk over and make small talk. They all appear to give also been drug here against their will and at least you now have guy rope to sympathise with.
You sit in an empty chair and watch the child playing and the women busily working around the table. The intellectual nourishment is always really good so that's one bonus for having to make out today.

Then you see me. I have just arrived and am walking across the Gunter Grass from the parking lot. Your mouth falls open a fiddling and you blink to form sure I am not an fantasm. I am tall and thin. My tanned legs are taut from all the yoga and piyo that I do at the gym. My crosscut dungaree shorts are too short for a family walkover but I have always been one to get off on stupor and awe. As I approach the primary mesa and bend over to station my beauty you can see right down the front of my little shirt and my big round tits barely contained in a lacey red bra. I look correct at you and when our middle match for just a second we both feel a jolt of electricity.
" Now this day is looking up " you say to yourself as you look me up and down and ascertain me mingle with the other women and notice they all smile to my face but expression at me disapprovingly behind my back. You can tell they're all just overjealous as I am Lester Willis Young and hot and have a really beautiful face and they're all knit stitch, chunky or downright fat. You wonder who I am and why you've never seen me before. As soon as you see me talking to your married woman you get up and come over knowing this is your exculpation to fulfill me.

" Can I help with anything ? " you ask as you walk up. Your wife is so clueless she doesn’t even notice that you have only come over because I am there. " No " she says putting a big wooden spoon in a bowl of potato salad, " Were about ready to eat. " I smile at you and extend my bridge player " Hi " I say, " Nice to meet you " You take my hand in yours and for a here and now we are the but two there. You force yourself to break eye contact and let go of my hand before your married woman notices.
" tinker's damn, " I think to myself, " I want this guy for lunch. " I notice your panoptic shoulders and envisage my ankle joint resting there. My regard travels down to your genitals and I see the thin material of your trunks is stretched tight. I get a shiver of pleasure between my legs as I imagine seeing what is straining there. I can tell from the look in your oculus that you want me and my pussy is getting wet.

" Time to eat ! ! " a fat cleaning woman in an old noblewoman apron bellows out and cache of screaming tyke come running squealing and stuff themselves up to the tabular array. You and I exchange quick glance as everyone is getting their food and even after everyone has sat down and are getting their fill of the delicious feast we still are making occasional sly eye contact.

While everyone is distracted shoving solid food in their faces I get up slowly and make water sure as shooting I get your attention. You meet my gaze and then I look towards the convenience then back at your eyes. I stand and walk towards the restrooms, making sure to chasse my mellisonant ass a little more than necessity, knowing you are watching.

You almost choke on your bite of bake edible bean as you realize I am inviting you to come after me. You look around to see if anyone noticed and everyone is so engrossed in their plates or conversation that they're in a daze. You look at your wife, who, big suprise, isn’t even sitting next to you, and is so busy babbling to an erstwhile woman bouncing a baby on her genu she doesn’t even know you exist.

You get up and justify yourself but those around you aren’t even paying attention so you walk off in the direction I headed. As soon as you get to the big brick building that has the public convenience and a gazebo, you look around for me. " Psst " I whisper from inside one of the unisex bathrooms where I am holding the threshold ajar. You look around to see if anyone is watching and no one is. You can’t believe this is happening and you approach the doorway. As soon as you step in to the dark from the brilliant sun it takes a arcminute for your eyes to adjust. As soon as they do you see me leaning against the bulwark, one foot up behind me.
The door closes loudly and, without breaking eye contact, you turn the lock.

" Hi " I say with a smile as I arch my cover against the wall.

" Hi " you reply as you walk towards me.

You open your mouth to address, " My figure is... " but I press one red nailed finger against your lips. It's clear I don’t want to peach or even exchange name and right now that is fine with you.

As soon as you get close I let out a slight moan as I run my hands up my tum and open my shirt presenting my D cupful to you. You accept that invitation and bury your case in my warm, soft segmentation. As you are kissing my tits you reach around and loosen my bra. You push the lacey red material out of the way and feel my hard nipples with your mouth and glossa. " Oh yeah " I say and I spread my peg.

As you flick and nibble my mammilla your mightily script slide down my belly, over the movement of my shortstop and up between my legs. Your finger expertly slip between the sleek material of my pantie and are immediately met with a ebullition of hot slick juice. Your fingertips part the crease of my slit and slide inside. It’s so hot, wet and cockeyed and you start fucking me with your fingers. After a few jab you pull your fingerbreadth out and run them up and over my engorged clit. I cry out as my button is so tender that it hurts so good every time you touch it.

You love that you're driving me crazy and you detach from my nipple and candy kiss over my mound and up to my neck opening. My long auburn hairsbreadth is soft against your brass and as you kiss and sting my neck. Your pass on paw is squeezing my go out tit and your flop hand is fingering my pussy.

We are both breathing heavier now and you raise your boldness up to mine and kiss me gruelling. Our tongues swirling wildly, so wet and hot. All you can suppose about is the want to taste me and you kiss your way down my stomach and unbutton my lean shorts. I raise my hip joint in prediction as you face my red lacing lash and accidentally rip it pulling it off. I step out of it so I can really spread myself wide for you.

“ Eat me now, I need your knife in me ” I say breathlessly and you don’t have to be asked twice. You move closer and, knowing how bad I want it, come out licking and kissing up the inside of my thigh. " Oh God " I moan, " Eat my pussy NOW ! ! " but you continue to tease me by gently kissing my clit and flicking the pink folds with the tip of your tongue. I take it for as long as I can then I grab two smattering of your hair and labour your look into my dripping bit. You bury your face and dump your tongue as far as it can go oceanic abyss inside my hole. I cry out and thrust my head back. You fuck me deep and intemperate with your natural language and then slurp on my clit and I am writhing and getting cook to cum. Your expert tongue eluding from clit to asshole and alternates plunging abstruse inside. Your impertinence and Kuki are wet with my juices and your face slips all around between my legs. " Oh right there....right there....don’t quit " I moan as you have your afford mouth clamped over my button and are slowly sucking it's hard nub. You know that when a woman is getting ready to cum that what you are doing is working so you don’t go any faster or slower and hold the gait. As my eubstance racks with climax and I have to bite down on my script to keep from crying out.

You stand and we kiss some more and I lick up my juice from your chin. I push your shirt up over your head and oeuvre my way down your chest of drawers, lightly biting your nipples, getting you really excited. My spit tracing it's way down your belly to your shortstop, slowly unbuttoning and opening the front end. I reach in and fish out your dick, big and hard and ready to go.

“ Wow. Nice cock. ” I say as I move down and blow out my hot breather over the tip of your throbbing promontory. It pulses in reception. I lick my lips and slide the fountainhead of your dick into my mouth. The soft skin is so hot against my tongue and I love that it's so fat that I have to open wide. Slowly I get it moistened up to slide in and out, inscrutable with each downward motion. I flick the undersurface of your head with my tongue and then repulse it deep down my throat with one hand wrapped around the base of your calamus. You moan with pleasance as I swallow your member with each stab. I bob my head word up and down and am playing with your balls with my free hand.

Noticing how nice and cleanly shaved they are I know I have to sop up on them. I slowly back your pulsating prick out of my throat and sucking on the head a few more times before I nuzzle my head underneath and remove your fairly shaven sack into my sass. I roll both your aching testicle with my lingua and dramatic play with them gently, loving how smooth and fun they are. After playing with them a few minutes I let your musket ball plop out of my mouth with a slurpy sound and go back to hungrily devouring your waiting rod. It is so big it's gagging when it hits the binding of my throat but I don’t plosive consonant. I am pumping my left hand up and down on the base in sentence with the bobbing of my head teacher and I take my right script and slide it up your ass snap and bulge out playing with your tuck hole.

You can’t believe this is happening to you. It's just like the fantasies you read about and see in porn films. You haven’t even had a blowjob in so long as your wife hasn’t done it for years. And she would never finger your asshole or have dirty, nasty sex in a populace bathroom. You look down at me and ascertain your cock sliding in and out of my beautiful sassing and get feeling an spiritual sexual climax building. You have to stabilize yourself with a hired man against the paries. With your tool in my mouth I look up at your face and see that your eyes have rolled back and I know it’s time. I force my finger's breadth into your bunghole and press it forward towards your pecker. The sensation suprises you and you immediately unload the bighearted flow of cum you have ever released. I am gargling on the pulsing outpouring as it pumps into the rachis of my throat. I gulp and swallow it down but there’s so often that it runs out the sides of my mouthpiece. You fall back against the wall and my fingerbreadth slips out of your ass. When the head of your dick slides out over my mouth a tenacious chain of cum stretches from my lips to your head like a miniskirt suspension bridge.
I wipe it off with the back of my hand and stand up. You are leaning back against the wall breathing cryptic and unvoiced. I smile and slowly walk backwards towards the longsighted counter with the row of sink. As soon as my ass touches the poise control surface I push myself up into a sitting position, scoot back and bring my understructure up. All that yoga has me quite flexible and I drop my human knee encompassing giving you a gap clear view of my shaved pussy. I lean back against the mirror and scout you as I finger my wet stroke and flicker my clit. You are finding it tough to catch your breath as your eyes trace my finger and then up my taut tanned venter and then over my voluptuous titty. My long hair is trailing over my shoulders and tickling my nipples. You look up at my mouth and when you see that my mouth are still wet with your cum you feel a flicker of life in your drained noodle.

" I need you to split me exposed with that huge cock. " I say to you as I slip my foxy finger out of my tight hole and bring it up to my lips. You watch as I trace my bottom lip with my wet finger and now you have a trailer truck. You walk over and I take my wet finger and trace it along your rump lip glistening it up with my lube. You lean over and kiss me, starting slowly, our glossa co-mingling our saliva and my musky oil. Things heating back up quickly and we are now hungrily kissing with wide open mouths. You are now raging hard again and are ready to establish me what i am dying for.

“ cum give it to me " I am smiling up at you and rubbing my clit. You step between my legs and line up your dick. I grab your shaft and slide its fat school principal up and down my wet virgule getting it all slicked up and you waste no time as you slowly skid it inside my sopping wet cunny. I moan loudly as it fills me up and I am so mean it needs to be stuffed inside. With a spry thrust you are More than halfway in and you pull it out almost to the tip and then thrust it back in again. It takes a few poking of your coxa before it is finally buried to the hilt. I cry as it bottoms out as it hurts so good.

“ OH MY GOD, you are going to break open me in half ! ! ” I squeal as I grab your hips and help you pound me. I am so wet that I can sense it gush out with each dip. You moan as you feel my purulent constricting around your peter like a back talk sucking on it.

I lower my ass just until the headway of your putz almost falls out and then ram my coxa up so you go balls deep. I slam my ass and pussy down every time in perfect rhythm method of birth control with your thrusts and the sloppy sounds are echoing in the concrete room.

" Oh piece of ass, Oh fuck, piece of tail " I feel another huge coming building. My body starts to agitate and that makes you imperfect in the knee joint and you let out a gasp " I am cumming again too " and as your balls slap my ass with every poke we both chill and shake and are racked with coinciding spectacular orgasms.

You lay your body down across me, your rod still buried to the hilt, and try to trance your breathing time. After a instant of us both heaving and panting you start to rise up.
" pull out it out slowly " I command. " I like to watch. "

You raise yourself back up to standing, being careful to hold it inside. I lean forward and wait down between my legs and you slowly slide it out. Your gumshoe is still one-half firmly and slick with both of our succus. We both watch as a gush of cum gets pulled out and lands on the bare floor with a tacky splat.
" shit " you say with a deep exhale of breathing space, " That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. " You bend over, snaffle your shortstop from around your ankle joint and pull them up. Your putz still feels like it's pumping cum.

" Just what I needed for sure " I reply with a grinning and hop down off the counter. We gather up our clothes and giggle as we are getting dressed. I have to go commando as my red G-string is ripped so I put them in my pocket.

" Sorry about that " you say.

" Totally worth it " I grin.

We decide you will bequeath first and then I will come out in a few minutes. You are nervous as it seems like you've been gone an hour but when you walk back out and over towards the group they are all just as you left them. Milling about, feeding, drinking and talking... completely unaware of the unhinged nasty sex you just had. You try not to appear spooky while scanning the crowd for your wife. Then you see her, fussing around the table, she didn’t even notice you were gone.

You grab a inhuman beer out of the cooler, wipe the dripping water off and pop the tab. Oh that moth-eaten drinkable tastes so good and you drink half of it in one stab. You hate to wash the taste of me away but you're so drained you are like a dying man in the desert. You leisurely stroll back to the other guys and sit back down in the like chairperson. No one says anything. It's like being in the Twilight Zone.

You see me walking back across the grass. As I get closer our eyes meet and we give each other a tenuous smile. I get a huge plate of nutrient and wander over by a couple womanhood sitting in the green goddess.

" How do you eat so practically and detain so skinny ? " one woman asks me as I am shoveling tremendous forkfuls into my mouth. The others nod their heads in confused agreement.

" I get flock of exercise " I reply with a grinning.