Sexcapades- Episode 1B

Author: Audacity

This is a true account from a sex addict in recovery and is X Rated. No one under 18 should be reading this. If you are, get the fuck out of here right now and go home to your mother! Or suitable parent like guardian person 😂 Ok, now back to the festivities of our regularly scheduled program, already in progress-

THE HOTTEST FUCKING SEX IN THE FUCKING UNIVERSE- Part 2

His hot headed cock exposed, he moved up close to it was nearly touching the flowing wet of my tight and warm, throbbing pussy, as it was eagerly anticipating embracing him inside of it.

As he moved he gazed for a split second on my beautiful tits and my exposed, spread eagled wide open, eagerly waiting delicately lipped pussy.

Just As I beheld his already full and rigid, pink headed and exquisite, thick and gorgeous cock that was now sticking out of his pants, encircled with his large beefy hand that he was tightly grip stroking it with, small tuft of strawberry blond pubic hair above his hand, and his blond-red haired softly downed balls peaking out beneath his hand.

I, we, took all this in, in a flash, an instant, in the middle of him undoing his pants and pulling his dick out, moving in those two long shanked strides of his, quickly closing the distance between us.

To join me as quick as possible where I was spread open up against the stall wall, now with fingers splayed on either side of my now ultra slicked, tight and hot, yearning vagina, massaging it and framing it for maximum full service accessibility. Seeing his dick jump in his hand as he quickly scanned the framing.

And said;

“So beautiful. Always so fucking beautiful.”

I felt an Instant fresh rush of wetness as I quickly took him in visually (in my head the thought: is this really happening? This is really happening), and saw the lust for me bloom in him; in his face and in his body and in his cock.

“YOU’RE beautiful” I said breathlessly.

And I really can’t stress this enough:

He was SO fucking beautiful. Perfect even. Perfect to me.

Perfection that could have been carved by the gods themselves.

He was just so incredibly fucking beautiful…and sensual and intense and laser focused on the task at hand…and as hungry for me as I was for him

And…Satan help me, I loved him. I always loved him.

In nearly the same second and without missing a beat or barely slowing those two steps, he put his free hand in my thick curls and palmed my skull which as always fit perfectly in his hand; as he did so my right arm instantly and instinctually went under his left under his shirt, first to his rock hard abs and chest of little darker blond tight little curlies of chest hair to rub and braid my fingers through them (to this day, I can still feel them when I think about it), then coming to rest on his back rib cage where I could feel his ♥️ pounding inside (IFeelYourHeartPoundThroughYourSkinTwoPartsDesireOnePartSin) it’s cage.

We were like two perfectly shaped puzzle pieces deciding to finally lock back together(NaturallyAlwaysAFitANaturalFitAlways), and

As I took a deep breath and breathed him in fast

(Prada l’homme, shampoo, soap, deodorant, sweat and testosterone, HIM, swirling intoxicatingly and immediately familiar in my nostrils and I 😩😩>>>)

he brought our mouths together

AND

passionately full on kissed me, our tongues immediately dancing in each others mouths like dragonflies…then he released his grip in my hair… to give me a two fingered, agonizingly exquisite, pressured flick and swipe in my now slick as oil vagina…briefly inserting his two fingers inside me making (Electrical SURge Danger High Voltage!) me grown into his mouth…just as my hand found his slowly jerking hand on his rock hard dick in front of me, and grabbed it; quickening the stroke, moving my hand and his at the same time, making him softly gasp into my mouth.

We did these things without a second thought. In seconds.

Our movements were Instinctual. Subconscious. Memory Magic. Static Automatic. Rinse and repeat. Old and new. Tried and true.

Then taking his mouth and tongue off mine, he put those two fingers in his mouth to lick and taste what he’d always called “the nectar”.

God even his sex references were fucking poetic.

Then he stuck them briefly in mine too, so I could taste his mouth with my pussy mingled together…the sweetest nectar.

I was swallowing hard and already breathing hard too. Just starving for air (his air his smell his cock). How I fucking ached for him in that moment. How I always ached for him. In all moments.

I remember someone, somewhere knocking on the bathroom door somewhere in there, even tried the handle I think: but finding it locked, moved away. There was a row of one stall bathrooms after all. Something that actually made this spot the perfect club to fuck in the bathroom at.

I remember briefly thinking “fuck off” but I was barely registering my surroundings, so focused was I on him and nothing but him.

So I sunk back down from my external surroundings again till I was completely immersed in my sexual union about to commence.

I was so fucking turned on that he could have made me cum just using his (still lingering near my pussy) hand and fingers that had just stroked my pussy and clit, had he wanted to.

But he, we, had other plans.

So he put his mouth on mine again, and with his now searching and fast moving and hungry hand moving away form my mouth, fondled and massaged my breasts, then moved down and used his precise thumb to press stroke my clit deep in, a move that sent a bolt of spastic electric through my vagina, as I began to throb for him.

I relaxed my hand from his cock then, with nothing but a good intention to let him guide it where he wanted.

And what we both wanted was apparent as taking sole possession of his rock hard cock again, his cock that was now moving on it’s own, thumping out an sos that read “This Is A Fucking Emergency”,
he swiftly steered the head of his tightly gripped dick between my dripping and open labia, twice up to the hilt of my clit and back down to set his fuck placement, coming to briefly rest just outside of the wet access gate I really wanted him to drive through. Inciting an audible gasp from me and an “mmm” from him, as he rubbed the head of his cock between my pussy lips, priming us for the ecstatic.

And as we very quickly locked our mouths together again, I closed my eyes,

AS

We both pushed forward and he entered my pussy up to his balls and buried his perfect cock deep into my eager and dripping tight as a drum cunt.

And the sensation lit my fucking body up.

Filling my pussy to bursting capacity as we both let out a deep humming gasp, nearly uncontainable.

And I really could only barely contain it. Had it not been for our surroundings I would have let out a very loud yell.

As I gripped my vaginal muscles around his dick as hard as I could and held them there.

To which he whispered close to my ear “Fucking hell girl, that pussy.”

He always did have a way with words.

It’s fair and true to say, that in that moment, I never wanted a cock so badly in my pussy. Never wanted anyone else’s dick more than his in that moment.

Once inside me, we got right to it, and it was fucking on. The feeling when we locked together indescribably delicious.

His now throbbing thick and fully engorged dick and my hungry and incredibly wet and pulsating tight pussy both relished the instantly blooming fullness and snugness of his exquisite cock in my exquisite cunt; a fullness that only a very tight pussy can give and receive to a thickly woven truly spectacular cock.

Then as he began thrusting into me up against that wall with his deliciously thick and just the right amount of long and perfect and beautiful dick, it filled every part inside me to the wall and it was a perfection that just barely fit; but I loved the feeling of my pussy being full to capacity with him.

And my pussy was so hungry for him. It was always like that with him. Till the bitter fucking end.

With his thickness, my full snugness and tightness, his rock hard rigidity, it was pleasure like no other. Rippling currents and submerged waves breaking to the surface then back.

Breathlessly I said “Oh my god You feel so fucking good”.

He felt. So. Fucking. Good.

So good it felt like home. And so

He proceeded fucking me like it was his anointing in life.

I don’t know how else to say it.

He fucked me like he was anointed to do so. Like it was his calling.

We put our mouths and hands anywhere we could, never breaking the rhythm of our strokes, In a kind of rapture; as he alternated sucking my beautiful breasts and nipples and kissing me, I’d meet every one of his full, deep and quickening thrusts with my own, in perfect congruence; watching his thick, now glistening with wetness dick go back and forth disappearing into my stretched to capacity, ultra tight and neatly trimmed wet pussy, I massaged his full and warm balls with one hand and gripped and rubbed and smacked his ass with the other.

We were both swallowing low volume moans by now; and every time I’d get too loud, or he got to loud, we’d plaster our mouths together again and stifle our moaning exaltations into one another.

Making each other’s teeth vibrate.

Because it was nothing short of pure ecstasy.

Exquisite.

So fucking

Exquisite.

God, the pleasure he gave me. That I gave him in equal measure. The beauty Of us both. Us together.

AND IT WAS ALL SO SINFUL. SHAMEFUL. THRILLING. HORRIBLE, TABOO, ELATING, FUCKED UP. AND FUCKING ON.

God I’m so fucking turned on right now. This memory is one of the hottest encounters with just a guy that I’ve ever had in my entire life. Probably the hottest because of who he actually was too.

But back to that in a few.

And not only was my, our, rhythm perfectly timed, but I would meet every single thrust in succinct ecstasy; but that ecstasy was always inevitably physically heightened for both us as I started to rhythmically squeeze my internal vaginal muscles around his cock, in time to our dick and pussy thrusts.

Let me explain further.

So, Every guy I’ve ever fucked would become extremely turned on, and honestly pretty fucking elated, in discovering the realization that I could actually rhythmically squeeze my internal vaginal muscles like a vice grip around their dick inside me. Or if I was with a woman, their finger.

And perfectly in time with our thrusting too. It’s driven every guy I’ve ever fucked insane with pleasure…but it wasn’t just for HIM of course.

Earth shattering internal orgasms were my reward for perfecting this pussy squeezing technique.

And if a guy’s dick was even reasonably full, or even just small medium to regular in size, my pussy would still be ultra tight around them and very easily make them think they were fucking a virgin with a whores experience 😆 and by squeezing my pussy muscles and perfecting the technique, I could have an orgasm with just about anyone. No matter their penis or finger size.

But with a thick, perfectly sized to fit me to nearly over full capacity dick, like I was getting in that bathroom stall that night?

FUCKING ECSTASY.

And the promise of Multiple earth shattering orgasms if my lover knew what they were doing, let me move the way I wanted and could match my rhythm, and also knew my body.

The lover this night? It goes without saying.

So upon discovering and perfecting (with a certain someone who shall remain nameless until later) this pussy gripping technique I had, I would also discover that I have great rhythm…they discovered it too. 😏

Over time, I didn’t even have think about doing it to squeeze them rhythmically. My pussy developed some kind of pussy muscle memory 😆 and would just grasp and release each throbbing, persistent, penetrating glide as I moved my hips and pelvis too, meeting them in the middle; then grip the retracting glide…for an experience that would literally make lesser experienced lovers orgasm in less than or just a bit more than a minute-

which would always be met with my inevitable and thorough disappointment, and slight disgust if I’m honest.

-Disgust at how an amateur incapable of actually giving ME pleasure had duped me into giving him the pleasure of ME at all.

But I’d still make them go down on me if their pathetic dicks didn’t get the orgasm job done.

And as punishment I’d never touch his dick again, but I’d ride his face to two orgasms back to back.

Cause a sex addict is never satisfied.

Now, enough of that. Let’s get back to this in particular memory:

We were so greedy for one another. Have you ever felt that with someone? That kind of desire? We Were So hungry and needy for each other. And we fucked like it.

And we were:

End of Part 2