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through my dripping panties, I felt him from deep inside of me. We locked our thighs together as our hands swept all over each other’s bodies. I yearned for him deep inside of me.
     
    We pulled the clothes off each other as fast as we could, and I had him, up inside of me, deep inside of me. His sensational cock was a bonus, I wouldn’t have wanted him any less if he had a cock the size of my clit. But he hasn’t. He filled me so much and so hard, I couldn’t tell the thrill from the pain, and they were both glorious. Glorious and epic. His weight on top of me, between my to huge breasts, my breasts that his mouth couldn’t get enough of. My clit pressed down for the top of his cock, feeling his wiry hair and panting for more friction, and I whimpered and I purred. He throbbed, he caressed me, he slid softly and he plunged hard. He rocked me, slow, soft and gentle, and he ravaged me, hard, hot and hungry.
     
    We were both drenching in sweat, and my juices soaked our thighs as he thrust into me. I squeezed the whole length of him, and he pulsed back. I squeezed him with the wet, sinuous walls of my vagina, I devoured him with my sex. My hands clawed at his back, his hands squeezed my breasts, his mouth fixed onto my nipples. I nuzzled his fantastic pecs, I chewed his shoulders and murmurred in his ear. I pressed every part of me into every part of him. My hands pulled at his hair, he smelled wonderful, his hands were on every part of me. We shouted. He growled. I shrieked. I felt his cock, all the way up inside me. He pushed. A wave began inside me. Low down to start with. But rising. He pushed. I came. He kept pushing. I kept coming. I came and I came.
     
    He turned me over. I was exhausted, naked, on my hands and knees, on the deck of a yacht in the moonlight. I thought I would pass out. Until he slid that marvelous thing into me from behind. It was like a jolt of electricity. I collapsed onto my elbows. My face was on the deck, my hair spilled and my breasts bounced. My arms flopped and flailed. Only my ass was upwards, and my thighs shook uncontrollably. As he moved, I came again. He pounded. I felt the juice run down my thighs, making a pool on the deck. He pounded into me. I moaned and I came. I was melting. He pounded hard into me. I came. I shouted, “Yes. YES. GOD DAMMIT. YES!! ” I heard his voice rise,
     
    “Yes. God. YES! ”
     
    I felt his searing hot spunk burst into me, and flood and fill me with a pulsing force. More with each thrust. It was unbearable. I came again and I drenched us both. The smell of our combined juices was overpowering. We panted and gasped. We fell into each other, wrapped each other in our arms, I held him against my breasts. He kissed me, all over.
     
    Later, we came to consciousness enough for desert. We ate ice-cream. Off each other.
     
    My life really would never be the same again.
     
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    Billionaire
    Aboard
     
     
    by
    Alice May Balls

I awoke in a strange bed. Not quite a unique experience for a girl, well, not for this big, bouncy girl I confess, but it certainly isn’t a common occurrence. The bed was the more strange for the huge, white mountains of fluffiness that puffed like clouds. And it bobbed gently. They don’t usually do that. I looked around and some recollection kicked in as I saw the massive sliding windows with the ocean behind them and the pale wooden decking outside. Then the night all gushed and flooded from the back of my mind, where it had pooled and lurked in the dark. The pictures rose, crested, broke and crashed over my slow waking thoughts. Oh, no. no. No, wait. No, GOD, no. NO!
     
    One afternoon just a couple of days ago, I had been left alone to run the diner, and in comes a sleek, dark-eyed dream of a man in a Valentino or Ermendo Zegna suit. Big girl, sleek guy. Nothing happened, but I think he thought about it. I definitely thought about it. But maybe he wasn’t the big girl type of guy.