Too Drunk To Drive
I dated a girl named Joan for five years and after she dumped me for my best friend I had a hard time getting back into the dating scene. After many weeks of rubbing my dick raw from being horny all the time, I stumbled across a dating service on the Internet. I figured I didn't have anything to lose by joining, and to my amazement I had a date for the following weekend with a babe I'll call Samantha in this letter.
On our first date we hit it off immediately. Samantha's perfect ass and huge tits almost made me forget about Joan the moment I laid eyes on her.
We had a lot to drink at dinner and instead of driving home she invited me over to her place for the night. I thought everything was going great, but when we got there she showed me to a spare bedroom and gave me a blanket to sleep by myself. I was a little upset I'd wasted my time, but when I woke up the next morning I realized it was for the best since I was in no condition to drive that night, or fuck for that matter. I'm man enough to admit I've had whiskey dick before. It's not something you forget, and I really wouldn't like to have it happen again.
After waiting a bit to see if my hangover was going to kill me (luckily it didn't) I decided to see if I could scare up a cup of coffee. I hadn't bothered to put on any clothes; I was just wearing my underwear. At the time I was really too hung over to care and I doubted Samantha would be awake because it was only 6 am. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I walked into her living room, Samantha was wearing a very provocative teddy and watching TV on her couch!
She smiled at me and said good morning and asked how my head was. All I could think of was how some head from her would feel, but I managed to squeak out that I felt okay.
She offered to watch some morning news together, which seemed weird, but when she patted the couch beside her I looked her up and down and jumped at the chance.
We snuggled together under a blanket, and I started to get hard. I really couldn't help thinking about what she looked like in her teddy, and my cock grew to a point where it was quite obvious.
Coyly she 'accidentally' rubbed my crotch on top of the blanket while still pretending to watch TV, and then under the blanket her fingers found their way to my throbbing cock, tracking it's outline through the thin fabric of my underwear. I didn't waste any time kissing her once that happened and before I could comprehend my luck we were going at it like teenagers.
My fingers found the folds of her pussy, and I was excited to find her already wet. At the same time she pulled my underwear to one side and licked the shaft of my cock from top to bottom, then slowly took the whole thing into her mouth, right to the base. I had to reach out and grab the edge of the sofa for balance because my knees went weak! She obviously enjoyed giving head because she took her time doing it, and I didn't complain.
When she seemed like she was getting tired I gently lifted her up and placed her on an easy chair, stopped to look at her beautiful pussy lips for a second, and then dove in with my tongue. I licked her slit as fast as I could and then stopped and gently ran the tip of my tongue along her moist lips. She shivered. I knew I hit her love button when she jumped.
I slid a finger inside her as I lapped away, feeling her pussy grasp my knuckles as it penetrated her as deep as it would go. Her breathing got heavier and she moaned slightly when I started to move it in and out faster while I licked a little harder. When she came she pulled my hair and said she wanted my cock inside her.
I moved on top first, softly rubbed the head of my throbbing member up and down the opening of her pussy, and then she suddenly pushed her hips towards me, making me enter her. It slid it in all the way with one stroke. She let out a loud moan when I hit bottom and then I slowly pulled it back only to drive it into her just as hard as the first time, which produced another beautiful moan.
I could see her tits bouncing as I rammed her pussy and I watched with intense concentration. With encouragement I grabbed her hips to increase the power of my strokes and the walls of her living room echoed the slapping sounds our bodies made. I didn't have much energy because I was still hung over, but I fucked her like that until I nearly passed out and then had her mount me.
Despite the need to relax, I wanted to watch her ride me because I knew the view would be awesome. She spread her labia and sank down onto my cock with a very practiced motion, and then moved up and down on my hips like her ass was tied to a spring.
Her tits bounced beautifully as she rode me. I think getting fucked like that is the best cure for a hangover. I was so excited my headache left me.
I let my hands go up and play with her perfect globes and then leaned forward to take her delicious hard nipples between my lips. Her hands gripped the back of my head firmly, holding me to her chest as I flicked and sucked away like I was possessed.
When she started grinding herself hard into me I was ready to explode, but I knew it would disappoint her if I came too soon and I held back as long as I could. I didn't think I was going to make it, but her breathing progressed to gasps and she let out a loud wail as she came. I was shocked I made it that long, but I still hadn't come, and that's when she said she had a special surprise for me and pulled out a bottle of oil from underneath the couch.
For a moment I thought she wanted to get fucked in the ass, but when she started smearing oil all over her tits I figured out what I was in for. Joan's tits weren't really big enough for me to fuck, so it had been a long time since my cock had been pressed between two large breasts. It was fucking fantastic! I'd forgotten how soft and hot tit fucking was, and it was better than breath taking; I creamed her in the face after almost no time at all fucking her tits and it was one of the best orgasms of my life.
We spent the rest of the morning together and I left that afternoon smiling like I had won the lottery because she wanted to see me again. When I got home there was a message on my answering machine from my ex-girlfriend Joan. Timing is everything. Apparently she wanted me back. I have to admit, if I hadn't fucked Samantha that morning I would probably have jumped at the chance, but now I'm not looking back.
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