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Rude Stories  Text > Stories > Drive you Crazy (Part 1)
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 Added: Jan 26, 2010  
 Owner: BubbleBum21
 Total Stories: 2

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Drive you Crazy (Part 1) (Report It)

I'm walking down the street wearing a white t-shirt and some tight low-rider jeans when I feel a mans' eyes running over my body from behind. They move up my legs slowly, then up to my head, across my neck and shoulders, down by slim back, and settle where most mens' eyes settle: my bottom. He checks it out for a while, and then looks away quickly, like he can't believe what he's just done. He carries on walking beside me for a bit, and we turn and look at each other. I'm about to offer him my hand and smile at him when my heart skips a beat; he's cute!

He takes my hand, introduces himself as Jack and asks me my name.

"Hi, Jack, I'm Sammi".

I feel my cheeks blushing red as he looks at my face intently. He says is house is just around the corner and asks me if I'd like to join him for a drink. Had this been any other man I would probably have declined, but how could I resist him? I got the feeling he was bi-curious (which is absolutely yummy), and I wanted to show him what being with a boy like me was like. As we walked to his house engaged in idle small talk I imagined the pair of us having intense, passionate sex into the evening. As is usually the case with curious men, he's extremely horny; turned on to the point where his cock throbs uncontrollably and cries out for pleasure, for satisfaction... right now. I'm the object of his desires, and he is going to use me for his pleasure. He wants to explore my body with his hands and mouth, and he wants to use my mouth like I'm a filthy whore.

"Would you like some milk??"

I snap back to reality, realising I'm looking at his rippled chest, and he has a bulge in his jeans. He's about a 28" waist, but he has a broad back & shoulders, and I bet he has the kind of abs that I could touch and look at for hours. But I won't know until I get his tshirt off him.

Now we're in his front room talking, and he seems a little uncomfortable with the sexual tension that's building in the air. I'm a little nervous, but I know he needs me to make the first move. I prance over to the sofa hes sat on, put my drink on the table beside it, and gently sit in his lap, sideways on. He touches my side and moves his hand over my body, then both his hands settle on my waist.

I feel a little warmth inside "Jack, your hands feel really nice".

I place a hand tenderly on his shoulder and another on his pretty cheek. I grab the collar of his t-shirt with my hand and pull him towards me. I close my eyes, pucker my lips, put my arms around his waist and begin to see stars as his lips kiss mine. He's a good kisser, and he soon gets me in the mood; licking my lips, running his lips over mine, getting them moist, kissing my bottom lip, my top lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I kiss it and suck on it slowly, massage it with my tongue. I can feel his kisses in my toes and it's not long before I feel his hands roaming over my soft skin up and down my body making my heart beat faster. They move over my neck and my arms, across my back and down onto my creamy thighs. I keep my eyes closed and enjoy his kisses; at this moment I always thank God for my sweet ass. Horny men seem to fall in line behind me: always desperate to feel my tight juicy cheeks in the grasp of their grubby paws, and then they please me eagerly with every tool in their arsenal. Jack reaches around in front of me and unzips my jeans. I stand up and he tugs them to the floor, revealing my naked hips, my hard cock, and my reddened, engorged balls. He places his hands on my hips and turns me around. I close my eyes and imagine his gawping face as he examines my phat ass with an open mouth. His hands are gripping onto my waist firmly and I start to roll my hips back and forth slowly for him; a slow sensual dance of a boy in heat. My hands reach back and touch the sides of my neck, rubbing the soft skin there slowly. I moan gently, but not just as a show for him: I'm very turned on, and I know he can help me. After a little more dancing, I turn around, place my hands under his t-shirt, and rub his steely stomach. I grab the bottom of his t-shirt, and pull it off him over his head...

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