After an extended trip to the Middle East I came home to find my fiance a little more than wanting. Two weeks of lack luster sex followed my return, without any sign of an orgasm from me.

Needless to say I dumped him before I returned to school, and at my new job I found something to dream about...

I have always want to be with a football player...

We like to take long drives in the summer. My lover loves to drive and enjoy the scenery outside and inside his car. It was a hot and sunshiny day, so I didn't bother wearing a lot of clothes - just a thong and a button down dress. Driving at an easy pace, we make our way around sleepy villages and fields filled with cows munching the luscious grass.

* Lisa lives a very quiet and unassuming life until new neighbors move in next door and ignite passions she never knew existed.  

We're camping several hours North of the city. Lying on the beach of a beautiful, untouched lake. It's the middle of the week and the campgrounds are empty, a handful of people on the beach. We are laying on our backs, in the sand, heads turned toward eachother. "Whatcha thinking" I ask? He starts to tell me exactly what he is thinking, about last night in the tent. How I had woken up wet from an amazing dream. In my dream we had spent hours on foreplay and we both were so horny, hard and wet, and we had fucked like animals. I woke up and reached out and grabbed his cock, which became instantly hard in his sleep. I lightly stroked up and down while I gently slipped my fingers in between my own lips, my pussy was so wet.

I started to breath hard, slipping my finger in and out of my cunt while I stroked his cock...and he slept. I was so horny, I wanted all of him, everywhere, at once. His cock in my mouth and pushing down my throat, his hot breath and mouth on my pussy, and his big dick up my ass. I couldn't stand it, and rolled over on top of him. I positioned myself on top of him rubbing my wetness all over his dick. He woke suddenly, reached up and grabbed my hips and holding me still he surged upward and plunged into my waiting and wet pussy. "Never tease a sleeping bear" he said as he flipped me onto my back and pushed deep and hard into me.

My legs were up over his shoulders, he was kissing me, sucking my earlobes slowly, and then tugging on them with his teeth and pumping me so hard. He asked if he could cum in my tight ass, and I eagerly agreed. He pulled out and with his hand scooped all my wetness onto his cock, and then, with my legs still over his shoulders he slowly slid into my tight ass. As he waited for me to relax and accomodate his hard dick shoved all the way into my ass, he started to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb. Gently at first, and then as he pumped into my ass, he stroked with more pressure, my clit engorged, my pussy cumming all over his hand and him spurting into my ass. He spoke of this while we lay on the beach, him pushing through his swim trunks and me drenching the bottoms of my bathing suit. Then we strolled into the lake for a leisurely shag in the deep water...   

I love to see a man with his penis in his hand.  The thought of him stroking it with confidence turns me on- and he knows this.
     Kevin began our escapade by standing over me with his rock solid penis in his hand.  I begged him to stroke and massage it the same way he wanted my mouth to do.  He was somewhat shocked by my requests, but knew I would make it worthwhile in the end.  I didn't have to tell him exactly what to do, because my eyes guided him through his talent show that he gave JUST FOR ME!  My body squirmed as I reciprocated his actions.  The more I rubbed my pussy and moaned made him desire to please me tenfold.  I told him how strong his hands looked wrapped around his dick while I begged to see him pleasure himself like he does when we talk on the phone.  He too began to moan and perform.  He knew I wanted him inside of me.  I begged for his hot pole.  He reached down and felt how slippery my pussy was.  The expression on his face said he was thirsty- so I demanded he quench his thirst with my juices.  Kevin licked and sucked my entire vagina.  He licked and tugged on my lips, forced his tongue in, slid it back out of me and probed my clit while his dick was still in his hand.  He made me whisper, moan and cry pornographic obsenities out loud.  I begged his tongue to stop treating me so royally.  
     It was then that I submissively spreaded my pussy wide open- exposing a glimpse of the path he knew so well, which led to my G-spot.  He had no choice but to bring his lips to mine and let me kiss and lick the mess we made off of his face.  With his dick in his hand he slowly entered me.  The feeling was hot and powerful.  All I could think of was a jackhammer in New York City as he went in and out of my swollen, hot, wet pothole.  His thrusts left me with no muscle control.  My body trembled non-stop causing my voice to reach octaves I never knew I possesed.  His pole was stiffer than ever before.  I cried out - "My pussy is gonna gush all over your dick"!  He began to grunt making strong forcefull sounds.  I knew he was at the brink.  Kevin pulled out of me and wrapped his hand back around his penis while stroking it.  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me up to him face to face.  The look in his eyes told me he wanted to squirt his hot load somewhere on my body, so I looked deep into his lustfull eyes and gave him permission to ejaculate his hot thick semen anywhere he wanted.  I closed my eyes and felt his Chantico (warm, liquid chocolate - according to starbucks) on my nipples, neck, cheeks and lips - the taste was so sweet.  Because of it- my pussy oozed like hot lava from a volcano.  
     I opened my eyes- it was all over- BUT HIS DICK WAS TILL IN HIS HAND.

I am not quite sure how it happened but it did. I am sure there was always an attraction between us, but there was always something in the way until that night. It first really started when he was drunk at a wedding and I had to drive him home. He just started to touch me and before I knew it I was pulled over on the side of the highway. He did everything he could to please me, he went down on me, touched me in all the right spots, anything and everything I liked he some how knew. It wouldn't be until a month later that we would get it on again, this time I would be the drunk one. It didnt matter how much he wanted it or how quick I would get him to cum, he always made sure to fully please me, everytime.

  There's something so incredibly sexy about a man that takes his time--especially such a masculine, rough looking man..