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to move across my hardened nipples. I couldn’t help but let out a short, soft moan. I just wanted him to take me. He was so sure of every move, almost as if it were a plan of attack. He lifted my blouse, exposing my soft white breasts. Softly touching me, fondling my nipples, kissing my breasts, and caressing my ass, he kissed his way down my body and finally reached my hungry, waiting snatch. With every part of me turning to Jell-O, he continued to kiss my clitoris until I had to beg him to stop.
    At last I had a chance to begin making him feel as good as I could. We began kissing as I undressed him, unzipping his pants and putting my hand around his hard, warm cock. I couldn’t believe how perfect he was, such a round, plump head and a long, thick shaft—just right for sucking.
    I slowly started to move up and down his shaft, burying my nose in his pubic hair. I could taste the drops of sweet precome as I went back up. He seemed anxious to get started as he pulled me to my feet.
    To add a little spice to the situation, I climbed up onto the fence. He immediately followed, coming up behind me, kissing my shoulders, and trying to find a good hole to bury his hard cock in. I took his tool in my hand and directed it into my soft, wet pussy. His rolling motions got me so hot, I began to offer myself to him by bucking my hips and pressing myself against him. I could feel him growing harder, so I slowed the pace. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he exploded deep inside me.
    Suddenly, he went calm and released his grip from the fence. Waiting for me to join him on the ground, he helped me down. We hugged and kissed, then he whispered how much he’d like to try this playground again.
    —J. H., Virginia
    Stealing the Show
    I knew it would be a memorable evening—a romantic French dinner, live music, and a night of intense lovemaking. What occurred during the evening could not have been anticipated in my wildest fantasies.
    My boyfriend and I began the evening with a delicious meal over candlelight. We sat at a private table tucked away in the back of the restaurant. With the exception of occasional waiter visits, it felt as if we were the only people around. As the meal progressed, my desire for Sam grew more intense. His flirtatious gestures, sexy brown eyes, and captivating smile, coupled with intriguing conversation, left my mind wandering in a wonderfully naughty direction! How I would have loved to sneak under the table, wrap my lips around his dick, and cleanse my palate with his sweet, hot semen! How was I going to last through the performance without satisfying my craving?
    We continued to tantalize and tease each other throughout the meal, to the point that we were late for the show. There was no doubt that we wanted to skip the performance and devour each other at home, but we chose not to waste the tickets. We settled into our seats, awaiting what promised to be a great production. What we didn’t realize was that
we’d
be the best entertainment.
    The lights dimmed, and the music began playing. I tried hard to concentrate on the singing, but my thoughts kept returning to seducing Sam. My hands began gliding over his firm thighs. Knowing that those muscular legs powered the thrusts of his hard cock into me—something I wanted very badly right then—made my pussy swell with desire. Feeling his large bulge was too much. There had to be a way to have him!
    During intermission I slipped into the ladies’ room and slipped off my panties and stockings. With only a miniskirt on, Sam could have easy access to my starving box. Almost instantly he noticed my bare legs. He gave me a mischievous smile and whisked me to the balcony. Within minutes we were settled in a secluded section that must have been reserved for us. Sam spread my legs and revealed a sopping pussy. I covered my fingers with creamy juices and slipped them into his warm, soft mouth. His skillful tongue and succulent lips savored every drop.
    Wasting no