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Fun With Dick and Jane by Craver
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Fun With Dick and Jane by Craver
I'm an addict. No, my addiction doesn't involved
drug, or alcohol, or any other debilitating stimulates. I'm a
sex addict. I crave sex. I can't get enough, and I love it.
Let me begin by telling you a little about myself. I'm
an ordinary looking woman, in my early thirties, with a rather
voluptuous body, measuring 36C-26-36, and at 5'6" and 145
pounds I'm a little overweight, but still proportioned nicely. I
still wear my brown hair longish, over my shoulders, with
bangs, which accentuate my brown eyes. If you saw me in
the grocery store, or walking down the street you might look
at me twice because of my tits, but then again you might not.
But I would be looking at you, wondering what it would be
like to fuck you, or to suck you if you're a woman. I look at
everyone that way . . . wondering what it would be like to
have sex with them. My cunt stays wet all the time just from
imagining what some guy's cock might look like, or whether
or not a woman shaves her pussy.
I've heard that some people say a day without wine is
like a day without sunshine. Well for me, a day without some
kind of sexual experience is like a day without air. I can't
breath without sex. I can't function, can't sleep, can't eat,
can't survive unless I do something outrageously nasty at least
once a day, and preferably more.
Fortunately for me, my husband clearly understands
my cravings. In fact, he supports and encourages me in what I
do. I guess you could say we were made for each other, and
I'm very grateful to have found him. We met in, of all places,
a shopping mall. I was browsing, pretending to shop while
looking for someone to fuck. He noticed me looking at him,
and smiled. I smiled back, and he came up to me and started
the kind of conversation I love.
"Hello. My name's Dick, and I know you."
"You do? I'm sorry, I don't remember meeting you
anywhere."
"Oh we haven't met until now. But I know you. Your
pussy's wet, isn't it. You were looking at me wondering what
my cock looks like, weren't you."
I felt my face flush. Had I been that obvious? He stood
there smirking slightly, not in an arrogant manner. Just . . .
knowing.
"Yes. It is. How did you know?" I asked, feeling the
familiar wetness in my pussy staining my satin panties, making
them squishy, just the way I love them.
"We're alike, you and I," Dick said. "What's your
name?"
"Jane."
He laughed. "Fun with Dick and Jane, huh. It's been a
long time since I read that one. Want to have some fun with
my dick, Jane?"
"Yes," I blushed.
"Come with me," he said, and I followed him down the
long hallway toward the bathroom. At the end of the hallway
he took my hand and led me into the men's room. I felt my
stomach and cunt tingling with excitement as I entered the
forbidden room. Porcelain urinals were built all along one
wall, and there were a couple of men standing there, pissing.
They looked at me in shock, their gaze turning to follow us as
Dick led me into one of the stalls, locking the door behind us.
"Take your dress off," he said, and I did it, standing
there in front of him in a sexy pair of light copper-colored
bikini panties and matching lace bra.
"Beautiful," he sighed, unzipping his trousers, taking
out a huge, swollen cock. It was so lovely my mouth watered,
and I couldn't help reaching down to touch my wet pussy.
"Do you want to suck it?" he asked, so loudly everyone
in the room could hear him.
"Yes," I answered, reaching out tentatively to touch it,
feeling the hot, velvety smoothness of its texture. I brought it
to my mouth and took it between my lips, sucking it, savoring
the pre-cum juices seeping out the end of it, lapping my
tongue over the hole, causing Dick to groan softly.
"Hmmm," I hummed, in my element now, knowing so
well how to do this, how to drive a man so wild with my lips
and tongue he wouldn't even dream of taking his cock away
from me until it explodes in my mouth. I continued to suck
him while I played with myself, working quickly to make him
cum as soon as possible. I like my sex hot, fast, and nasty,
and the quicker I can make a man come the better I feel about
myself.
One other item I need to point out to you about myself.
I love cum. I absolutely adore it. If I had enough of it stored
up to cook with it, I'd put it in my food, and on my food. I
love the texture of it, all slimy and warm . . . I love the variety
of tastes different men create in their cum . . . and above all
else, I love the way it feels on my flesh, on my face, my neck,
and on my underwear. It's so sticky, so smoothly greasy, like
expensive skin cream, and I love massaging it into my skin,
and into my lingerie. But I hate choices, like where to have a
man shoot his cum when I'm sucking him, like I was Dick.
Should I make him come in my mouth, on my face, on my
bra, my panties? I knew I didn't have long to make up my
mind, because Dick was almost ready to come so I simply
decided to let nature take its course.
I removed my lips from his cock and fondled it with
my fingers as I asked, "Where do you want to come? In my
mouth, or on me?"
"Both," he moaned. "I generally come quite heavily,
so let's do it all."
I sighed with pleasure and took him back inside my
mouth again, letting my lips and tongue work their magic on
him, reaching inside his trousers to fondle his balls, sucking
him until I felt them swelling in my hand, signaling his
imminent orgasm.
"Oh God, yes, finish me," he moaned.
"Open the door to the stall. Let them watch us," I
gasped, the first of many orgasm washing over me as my
fingers rubbed my swollen cunt. He did as I requested,
moving aside to let the door swing fully open.
Three men were standing there listening to us, and now
they were watching us in amazement. I was pleased to see
one of them take out his cock and start playing with it,
following immediately by the other two. I came again, and
resumed sucking Dick's cock, turning him sideways in the
stall so our audience could better observe my actions.
"Oh God, I'm coming . . . nowwwww!" Dick gasped,
and I came again when the first blast of hot cum spurted into
my mouth. I immediately withdrew his cock and let the
remainder of his cum splatter all over my face as I held it in
my fingers, jerking it off slowly, milking it, directing spurt after
spurt onto my face, my neck, all over my bra, then finally
leaning up off the toilet seat with my body so he could soil my
dainty panties, turning the beautiful copper material into a
wet brown and white mess.
"Jesus Christ, look at her."
"She's a fucking nympho or something."
"Wonder if she'd like a little more cum."
My audience wanted me, too, so I smiled at them and
said, "Shoot it all over me. All of you. Do it. Come in here
and coat me with your cum."
Instantly I was being bathed in more hot cum. One
after the other the three men moved into position and shot
their cum all over me. It splashed on my knees, my panties,
my belly, my face, in my hair . . . everywhere, as I continued
to massage the cum into my sopping panty covered cunt, my
orgasms coming continuously, keeping me alive with nasty
excitement. Dick stood next to me, wiping the cum into my
face as I masturbated. It was the most incredible fucking cum
orgy I'd ever participated in, and I knew this man was my
kind of guy.
After the last man finished coming on me, Dick closed
the stall door again. He stood there watching as I urinated,
not even bothering to remove my panties first. Then he, too,
was pissing, between my spread legs, letting some of it splash
on my thighs, and on my cunt. This was something new to
me, and I found myself enjoying it.
When he was finished, I took his cock into my mouth
and sucked the last few droplets off of it, comparing the taste
of his urine to the taste of cum, deciding I definitely liked cum
better. You must understand I'll try anything once, and
maybe twice before deciding what I enjoy, and I've found
there is very little I don't enjoy. It was the same with this
experience, and I wondered if he would want to do this again,
or whether instead it had simply been a matter of nature
calling.
When we were both through I quickly dressed and we
left the men's room, my face and hair still covered with cum.
Dick asked for my last name and phone number, which I gave
to him, and he told me his last name as well.
"Do you live nearby?" he asked. I told him my
apartment wasn't too far away, so he suggested he follow me
home so I could change, and then invited me to join him for
dinner that evening. I quickly agreed, and we left the mall
with everyone staring at me, making my pussy tingle again.
At my place Dick joined me in the bedroom. I took off
my dress, and bra, and was about to remove my panties when
he said, "No. Leave them on. I want to eat you through your
panties."
I lay back onto the bed, still wearing my stained
panties and thigh high elastic band stockings. I detest panty
hose, and refuse to ever wear them.
Dick undressed, and when he was naked, crawled
between my thighs and began sucking me, sucking the cum
and piss soaked panties, sucking my clit, nibbling on it as I
squirmed beneath his aggressive lips and tongue and teeth.
"Oh God," I cried out, coming instantly as I felt his
tongue pushing the sopping panties up inside my cunt. "Fuck
me. I want you to fuck me. Pleaseeeee!" I gasped.
Dick sat up on his knees, staring at me, at my extended
dark nipples, at my spread thighs, my wet pussy, my cum-
covered body. He was trembling with excitement, and his
body twitched violently as he reached down to my panties
and began to rip a hole in them, in the crotch. Then he was
leaning forward, his massive cock so close, ever so close to
my waiting pussy.
"FUCK ME!" I screamed, so loudly I knew my
neighbors could hear me, as they had many times in the past.
It's how I met them. They're a nice young couple, and I fuck
them, too.
"Uhhhhh," Dick groaned, leaning forward, plunging
his hot, throbbing cock up inside my pussy in a single, long,
deep lunge.
"Oh my Godddd!" I gasped, feeling how fully his cock
filled my cunt. Even though I was as lubricated as possible,
the walls of my vagina seemed to cling to his thick shaft as it
slid in and out of me. I was in heaven, or hell, not knowing
the difference, or caring. I raised my legs and wrapped them
around his waist, pulling my body up into his, helping him
penetrate me as deeply as he could.
"Yes . . . yes . . . OH YESSSSS!" I screamed again,
coming violently, feeling my squirting liquid cum drenching
both of us. It ran out of my cunt and down through the crack
of my ass, as over and over the thick cock rammed in and out
of my hot cunt.
"Oh Goddddd, I'm comingggggg!" Dick moaned,
leaning into me, crushing me with his body as his cock
erupted inside my pussy, sending me over the edge again,
causing me to come violently, so violently I felt myself
slipping away, drowning in my orgasm, wallowing in the
wicked sensations that were sweeping over me, falling . . .
falling further and further, deeper and deeper until I finally
passed out.
When I awoke it was dark outside. Dick was sitting
next to the bed, staring at me. For a moment he startled me,
and then I remembered who he was. I smiled at him, and he
smiled at me.
"I've been looking through your apartment while you
were sleeping. I knew you wouldn't mind, because I know
you, Jane. Do you?"
"No," I answered, my heart beating rapidly. I was
getting horny again.
"I like your choice of videotapes. And books and
magazines. I also love pornography. And I love your lingerie.
Especially the panties with the holes in the crotch, the ones
you cut there yourself."
"I . . . I sometimes like to fuck myself. With dildos. So
I cut holes in the panties so I could wear them while I
masturbated."
"I know. I've done the same thing."
"You have?" I said, smiling. "One of my fantasies has
always been to see a man wearing sexy lingerie, with a cock
bobbing out through a hole in the crotch."
"Like this?" he asked, pulling on a pair of my lacy
panties, pulling them up over his waist, tightly up into his
crotch. He reached inside and slid his cock through them,
and it was as erotic looking as I had imagined it would be.
The contrast between the delicate femininity of the lacy
panties compared to the harsh looking erect cock was striking,
and I loved it.
"What do you want to do next?" he asked.
"I want you to come over here and jack off on my face.
I have a special lubricant I like to use for masturbating men," I
said, turning to the drawer beside my bed. I got out the jar of
my special concoction, a mixture of Vaseline, with baby oil
and Nivea lotion blended smoothly together.
"Try this," I said, handing the jar to him. Dick reached
inside and scooped some of the lubricant onto his fingers,
then moved next to my face. He was standing next to the
bed, next to where I was lying, and he began stroking his cock
directly over my face as I masturbated again.
"Oh God, this feels wonderful," he sighed, squeezing
his balls as he jerked off, arching his cock toward my face.
"I love this," I moaned, feeling my body beginning to
twitch and jerk as jolts of electric excitement sparked erotic
sensations in my synaptic connections.
"Ummmm," he growled, his sleepy eyes half open.
"Now. I'm . . . going . . . to come . . . right . . . NOWWWW!"
he grunted, and I watched as he squeezed his balls and cock,
holding his breath for so long his face turned deep red.
"AHHHHH!" he cried out as the first spurt of cum shot
out of his cock with such velocity it splashed on the wall
behind me.
"Lower!" I screamed. "Don't waste it!"
He struggled to keep his eyes open, pointing the cock
lower so that the next several spurts landed on my face, my
cheeks, and my outstretched tongue. Moving closer to me, he
held his cock barely an inch above my open mouth while
letting it ejaculate hot sperm directly down my throat. I
smacked my lips, savoring the cum, as yet another, and
another blast of cum splattered over my face. Then he was
leaning forward, touching my face with his cock, spreading
the puddles of cum all around my face with his wet Dick.
I opened my mouth so he could push the cum into it,
moaning continuously, coming, coming, coming again, over
and over. At one point I felt an orgasm so strong it felt as
though I was peeing, and my pussy got so wet I wondered if I
actually had done it. Even that excited me, and I reached up
and sucked the cock into my mouth and held it there until it
was soft, savoring the last few droplets of cum, licking the end
of the cock until Dick finally gasped for mercy and I released
him.
That was our first meeting. We married soon
afterward, and have had incredibly exciting, nasty times
together ever since. Or as they say in Hollywood, we've been
living happily ever after. How happily? Stay tuned for more
"Fun With Dick and Jane." Nasty, hot, depraved fun. Bye for
now. I have to go lick Dick's asshole while he jacks off on my
tits....
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