Riding on the Penis of Youthful Dreams

He looked at me, grabbed me around the waist, and sat me on the shelf where the phone book should have stood. No matter how uncomfortable it seemed, he held me in place with his strength. He lifted my legs as high as he could, my pussy fully offered to him, pink, open, and hungry. He leaned down and with a thick, strong lick, sucked every excess drop of juice from my lips. I trembled again and could hardly wait for him to fuck me well

I had been violently shoving a phone card into the payphone at the corner of two lonely and dark streets for five minutes. Although it was very muggy and warm, only a few cats crossed the road in what seemed to me to be their perverse games. The booth was quite narrow, and the door closed automatically, so my anxiety increased when I realized something was wrong with the phone. "Damn the phone! Why did I forget my mobile at home?!" In a rush from the apartment in the center, racing towards the outskirts of the city where a business meeting was scheduled, I left my valuable communication device on the kitchen table. And of course, that very day, I had to get a flat tire somewhere behind God's back, not to mention that I hadn't had a spare for months. Just when I wanted to give up, I heard a beep in the receiver.

The squeaky voice of my boss answered nervously, but in the same second the connection broke before I could utter a word. I cursed angrily and continued dialing the number. A black figure had been loitering around the booth for several minutes, nervously pausing in front of the door, tapping their foot on the pavement. "It hurts, let him wait, what do I care!" I thought to myself when I heard a knock on the glass behind me. I turned around and heard a voice from the other side of the door:
"Are you almost done? You've been in the booth for half an hour! This is a public phone, in case you didn't know."

The rising pressure of blood in my head forced me to suddenly open the door and yell at the oppressor. But I paused when I saw a familiar face. A few wrinkles around the eyes and a couple of gray hairs in his shoulder-length black hair didn't hide the very attractive figure of my former high school colleague Luka. It had been a good fifteen years since we last saw each other, although he often wandered through my thoughts, as I had secretly fantasized about him for four school years. He was the main character of my wet dreams, the guy I had regularly masturbated to for a long time. But I had never had him, partly because puberty was just transforming me into a woman, and partly due to the lack of self-confidence caused by the first reason. Because of those inhibitions, my sexuality had always been insatiable, and now, in my early thirties, I was still making up for what I hadn't received during my adolescence. And I had been making up for it, I would say, fiercely and daily, for many years now.

From the expression on his face, I noticed that he didn't recognize me, which flattered me in a way.
"Luka from class B! Why are you so angry? I'm coming right now!" I said calmly with a challenging smile on my lips.
He looked visibly confused and started observing me more closely. He was a handsome man, with strong body contours and good taste in clothing. My antennas for fucking immediately activated, and I decided to get what I should have had fifteen years ago.
"I'm sorry, I can't remember..." he seemed a bit uncomfortable, but his anger had vanished.
"Tatjana. From class A in high school. I don't know if you remember me. We never communicated much."
"Tatjana, that's right! I can't believe it, what a change, you look fantastic!" he studied me almost excitedly, which I took as a green light for an attack.
"You haven't changed much, you still look good. If only you knew how much I had a crush on you!"
We both laughed at the memories of our youth, but I decided to shake him up a bit.
"You know, I touched myself a few times in the women's restroom watching you through the window while you played football!"
"Really? Why didn't you tell me that back then?" he asked me in a special, seemingly seductive voice, entering the booth almost unnoticed.
I leaned back against the little counter where the phone book should have been, and now we stood just a few centimeters apart.

"I could have joined you. Although it's quite tight in the restroom... just like here." he entered the booth and gently closed the door behind him.
"Are you going to make up for lost time now?" I asked him, but instead of an answer, he moved closer and grabbed my lips with his.

And they were soft and warm, his tongue gliding over my face and gently parting my lips, before plunging it in deep and passionately. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his body against mine. He rubbed his crotch against my belly, pushing his tongue into me. I felt his cock harden quickly and strongly; it seemed enormous, bulging out of his pants. He kissed my neck and décolletage and began unbuttoning my shirt. I barely managed to squeeze my large breasts into the bra, my nipple popped out. He greedily swallowed it, sucking and nibbling. He pulled my breasts out of the constraining cups, kneading them with his palms, kissing me passionately. He surprised me when he started fiddling with something on the device behind my back, took the receiver, and began gliding it over my back and butt.

He slid the receiver between my legs, parted my panties, and rubbed me on my pussy. The touch of the cold plastic on my aroused clitoris moistened and excited me. He pulled the receiver back, and the wire of the device tightened over my buttocks, digging into the folds of my pussy, just sitting in the gap, stimulating my clitoris through the string of my thong. He tightened the spiral wire, and I felt it glide over my wet pussy. He rubbed against me harder and I whispered to him:
"Take off my panties, lick my little fish!"

He obeyed me like a schoolboy, lifted my skirt, squatted in the tight space, and began kissing my thighs and hips. I was wearing red thongs that had completely wedged into my soaked pussy, he grabbed them and gently pulled them off me. The sight of my completely shaved pussy drew a satisfied sigh from him, and he slowly glided his tongue over my outer lips. I spread my legs as much as I could in the booth and felt him lay his palm on my hot temple. He fiddled with my slippery kitty, paying the most attention to my clitoris and the little hole that eagerly awaited fulfillment. He slid a finger into me, and I spun with pleasure, and when he honored me with his fleshy, soft tongue, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to come.

He flicked the tip of his tongue over the excited surface, circularly massaging the swollen little button, while his finger plunged into my hole. I squeezed him with my muscles and wanted to keep him inside, and he fucked me quickly and rhythmically. Another finger snuck up to my anal opening, gently caressing it and slipping inside. He filled me completely, I danced my hips on his face, touching and kneading my breasts, pulling my nipples and panting more and more lustfully. The glass of the booth was all fogged up and gently trembling from the rhythm of our fucking. He quickened the pace of his finger fucking and the speed of his licking, sucking and swallowing my clitoris until I buried my hands in his hair and pushed him deeper into my crotch, carried away by a powerful wave of orgasm. A strong scream escaped me, I squeezed my thighs and trapped his head with my pussy.

"Wonderful, but you'll still have to fuck me, and right here, let me take off your pants, let your cock see what's waiting for it!" I greedily unbuttoned his belt and the buttons on his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and saw a prime example of a cock. Shiny, bathed in its own juices, red, swollen, and veiny, it stood upright before me, almost threatening. I grabbed his balls and gently squeezed and tugged them. With my other hand, I gently stroked him, resting him on my belly and moving against him. Luka closed his eyes, and from the expression on his face, I read that he was enjoying it immensely. He looked at me, grabbed me around the waist, and sat me on the shelf where the phone book should have stood. No matter how uncomfortable it seemed, he held me in place with his strength. He lifted my legs as high as he could, my pussy fully offered to him, pink, open, and hungry. He leaned down and with a thick, strong lick, sucked every excess drop of juice from my lips.

I trembled again and could hardly wait for him to fuck me well. He positioned the head of his cock at the slit of my pussy and without any help from his hands, thrust it into me. He slid in effortlessly, I felt him fill me completely, disappearing and reappearing before our eyes. We started fucking slowly at first, I held onto the glass of the booth with my legs to have a better grip. His hands glided over my thighs and belly, then to my breasts that gently swayed in the rhythm of his thrusts. He pinched and tugged at my nipples, kneaded my breasts, and scratched the skin of my waist, before lowering his hands back down to my shaved pussy, fucking me, and with quick, sudden movements, rubbing my clitoris. The pleasure made me move my ass and squeeze with my muscles, which brought him new sensations that made him want to speed up and intensify the fucking. Now my breasts were bouncing much harder, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed, and chills ran through me stronger and stronger.

"Ohh, fuck, you're so good... how you fuck me like crazy... ahh... ahh... tear my pussy apart... don't hold back!"
I dug my nails into his skin, pushed myself onto his cock, and was approaching my climax again. He started fucking me really hard and fast, it seemed like the booth would burst. He was tearing me apart, ripping, sawing, fucking me like an animal, as if he were raping me, I pressed my feet against the door and thrust myself onto his cock with all my strength.
"Harder, harder... I'm coming, keep fucking, keep pounding... ahh, I'm coming!!!"
I calmed down while he was still fucking me vigorously, approaching the peak.
"Let me suck it, I want to spill in your mouth!" he cried out just before the edge of orgasm.

I slid off the counter, knelt, grabbed his balls, and stuffed his cock into my mouth. I could barely swallow it whole, it was so huge, and I started tugging the skin over the head, then back to the root. I did it faster and harder, he placed his hands on my head and pushed me onto his spear that was about to spill. I sucked him and flicked my tongue, twirled and swallowed, kneading his balls and alternating sucking them with my mouth, teasing them with my tongue. I didn't want to leave his cock dry for long, so I stuffed it back into my wet, warm mouth and went for the final, wild act. I wrapped my tongue around his cock, squeezed it with my lips, and pulled the skin from the root to the tip, then back, leaving the head sensitive and tense to collide with my tongue. I sucked him intensely and skillfully, he held onto the glass door, moaning louder and watching me as I pleasured him. He again cupped my head in his palms and thrust it onto his cock, preparing to spill.

"That's it, girl, suck it well, lick it, ohhh how I'm going to fill you with sperm. You better swallow it all!"

I wrapped my lips around him, tugging the skin quickly and firmly when I felt him swell even more, until he exploded in my mouth. The white, sticky, hot liquid filled my oral cavity, and I gulped it down greedily, to the last drop, listening to him moan in post-orgasmic ecstasy. We held the same position for a few more minutes to regain at least a little energy.
"Now I really regret you didn't tell me in school that you were turned on by me. Just imagine what we could have done!"

"Don't worry, I vowed to have you sooner or later. I always get what I want. And I want us to fuck again."
"Of course, to make up for all those years. Come on, my car is outside. Who were you even calling? I mean, is it something important?"
"I have no idea, I don't remember. Let's go."

We left the booth, from whose glass walls water was dripping, and the receiver covered in bodily fluids swung, revealing the recent surge of energy, passion, and long-awaited fucking.