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Rick: Say no more
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I like Rick. Rick is divorced andhas a little girl he sees on weekends. He lives alone on the neareast side of Madison.
He’s a few inches shorter than me,stocky and solid. Blond hair in a short crew cut, blue eyes, and aperennial tan because he works outdoors. His hands are large,meaty, and calloused. That’s exactly what I need—someone verydifferent from Chris.
As soon as Rick opens the door, Ipounce on him. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, which was waitingopen and with a small smile. He’s sturdy and unmovable and easilyclasps me into place.
“You’re in a hurry,” he mumbles ashe leans into me and paws my ass.
I kiss his jawline and nibble onhis earlobe, my arms straight over his shoulders, wrists looselycrossed behind his neck. I like our height difference. It’s greatenough there’s no pretending that I don’t tower over him, but itdoesn’t matter because he’s hot and all man.
He throws back his head and enjoysthe nibbles, while I feel his cock stiffening against me, right inthe V between my pelvis and thighs. He rubs against me as he drawsme closer.
I don’t really wear skirts, buttonight I wear one with no underwear, because I need him to fuck mewithout delay. I feel the corners of his mouth stretching into agrin against my lips as he slides his hands under my skirt andfinds a bare ass. “You came prepared, I see.” His voice is like therest of him—raspy and masculine. His fingers dig into my flesh likehe needs to anchor himself in it. It hurts and I might have bruisestomorrow, but it feels good. Needed.
“I told you, I don’t have a lot oftime,” I whisper.
He grunts and pushes me gentlybackward and to the side. My back hits a wall by the door. The roomis barely lit, but the night is clear with plenty of moonlight thatspills in through the window. Rick drops down on his knees beforeme and pulls up my skirt from the front. He tucks it in around mywaist, slowly, methodically. Then he pushes my legs apart, grabsthe back of my knee, lifts the leg and places the raised foot on asmall shoe shelf by the wall. He pushes that knee to the side, aswide as my legs will open, and holds it there as he scoots forwarda few inches and sits on his heels. He opens his mouth wide andsucks what feels like most of my mound into his mouth.
Yes. Fuck. Yes.
Rick is a champion pussy eater. Hedoes it with gusto, licks and sucks and nibbles on the clit, theswollen folds, the inside of my thighs, and there is nothing gentleabout it. His tongue is thick and muscular, and it presses andpushes against parts of my pussy, each movement leaving behindengorged flesh, begging for more, every inch coated with hissaliva. The sensitive skin on my inner thighs burns from hisstubble.
His hands move up my thighs,grabbing, squeezing, mauling. Then he removes his mouth from mycunt and instead uses both thumbs to dig into the fleshy hillcovered in short curls, easily finding the clit hood, and pressingon it from the sides. I haven’t opened my eyes in forever and I crywith every pant. This is very oh so very fucking good as hedoesn’t rub the clit directly because that would be too intense,but squeezes it from the sides, then lets go, and pushes outward onthe sensitive inner lips that many men neglect, but not Rick. He isa pussy connoisseur—I called him a cuntisseur once, but he onlychuckled to humor me—and he knows that the beckoning nub is just atiny part, that the clit is an alien orchid, its flowerlike bulbsswollen and sensitive, craving a firmer touch. A rougher fuck.
Rick presses his thumbs upward,into me, and drags the rough pads around the opening of my pussy,and I am frozen in place as staccato moans escape from my throat.Then he extends two wide, thick fingers, and slides them from theclit, which feels as large and taut as a ripe red grape, to theopening of my pussy, back and forth, the friction lighting up mynerve endings, and then he plunges them into me quickly, withoutceremony, because he can tell that I’m so fucking ready.
“Rick,” I moan as he starts tofuck me with his hand, his mouth back on my clit. With each stroke,he slides his fingers all the way in, curling them in a come-hithermotion, hitting the sensitive spongy spot on the front wall thatmakes me see stars, then slides them all the way out, along thecunt and back toward himself, toward the clit that he licks andsucks in the same rhythm. My hands idly graze his short hair, hisshoulders, neck, and ears. I make inarticulate noises and don’tcare that I’m probably being selfish.
“Looks like I still remember whatyou like,” he says.
“Please fuck me. Please. I can’twait anymore,” I mewl, to which he groans, long and loud.
He gets up, grabs my hand, andleads me to the bedroom. We stand by the bed, my skirt still up,tucked around my waist in the front. “Take it off,” he says, and Ido. He gently pushes me down to sit on the bed, then presseslightly on my breastbone, indicating I should lie back. He slideshis palms underneath my ass and pulls me forward so the ass ishanging off the edge.
He pulls out a condom from hispocket, then takes off his sweatpants and kicks them to the side. Iprop myself on my elbows and take in his tight swollen balls andhis short but thick and very hard, very veiny cock that leansslightly to the left, and I feel like a cartoon wolf upon seeing alittle piggy, drooling and licking my lips. Rick strokes himself acouple of times as I watch, then slips on the condom. He presses myknees apart, spreading me, then stops briefly to assess thesituation, and quickly rounds the bed to grab a couple of pillows.He stuffs one under my ass and the height is just perfect now, sohe grabs the back of my knee and pushes it toward my chest and tothe side, using his other hand to help nudge the head of his fatcock into me.
Finally.
He inches into me and it all feelsso good, so very good, the heat and the tension and his grunts andmy moans and the smell of his sheets and sweat and saliva and myarousal and I feel like weeping with relief. With his left hand hegrabs my right breast over my shirt and squeezes, his right thumbcircling my clit.
Once he’s balls deep, the firstfew thrusts are slow and deliberate, as we get reacquainted. Themovements of his hips are fluid, rocking us both, and he followsthe same languid rhythm with his hands, squeezing my nipple andrubbing my clit.
He picks up the pace, but neverloses focus on the nipple and the clit. Faster, a throbbing bundleof nerves in my cunt hungry for every thrust, the fire being stokedinto a blistering roar. I need more, so much more of this.
“Harder,” I whimper. “Harder—”
He drops the nipple and uses thathand, his left, to pick up my right leg and straighten it againsthis chest. He leans forward, using the leg to leverage, his rightthumb, coated in my fluids, now directly on the clit that is aboutto explode. He digs the fingers of the left hand into my thigh andpounds into me to the tune of his own low grunts and myhigh-pitched moans.
“Harder, please, I am soclose…”
He drops my leg, grabs me by theass and drags me forward, toward him, so my ass hangs off the edgeeven more. He pushes both my knees as far back, toward my chest,and as wide as they will go, then leans even further forward overme, his torso almost flush with mine, his palms set wide on eitherside of me, my spread knees anchored around his forearms. Thischanges the angle of entry and the base of his cock is now grindingall along my pussy while the shaft itself is hitting my inner frontwall. One, two, three, ten, a million thrusts, and the bundle ofnerves in my cunt finally releases, and it is explosive, almostviolent, my womb clenching, my pussy spasming, wave upon red hotwave engulfing my core, and I cry, a long desperate animal wail,the sound of long-awaited release, as pulse upon pulse of pleasuresurges through my body, my insides tightening around his cock.
I’m in my head, breathing hard,and I feel like I’m floating. Somewhere in the far distance I hearhis low guttural sounds that mean he’s finally allowing himself tolet loose. He straightens and adjusts the angle once more, liftingboth my legs straight up, ankles on his shoulders, his arms wrappedaround my thighs. He closes his eyes and shifts his focus inward.He grunts as he thrusts with abandon, straight in and out, like ajackhammer, his balls slapping against my ass, sweaty flesh onsweaty flesh, harder, his moans growing louder, more uneven, thetops of his thighs trembling, until he jerks, then stiffens, andfinally collapses on top of me.
He pants, cheek next to my cheek,as I hold him around his shoulders and lightly stroke the back ofhis head.
