I think you’ll find it was Martin Van Buren, but that’s probably weirder. ‘Er…’
To distract her, I give the bulb the tiniest of squeezes and she lets out an animalistic noise. Her pussy will be the size of my fist by now. To hell with calming myself down; my patience has run its course. I want to see it right now.
I give her ass a pinch. ‘I think you’re ready.’
She looks between her legs, hair falling onto the bed. ‘You think?’
‘Do you wanna do the honours?’
‘I…’
I carefully draw out to let her turn over.
She looks up at me, eyes wild with excitement. She’s literally the perfect woman. ‘Ready?’
‘Wait!’ I sprint inside to discard the condom. When that cup comes off, I can’t be held accountable for how quickly I shove my guy into it, and UTIs are for amateurs. ‘Ok, ready.’
She embeds her fingers under the plastic and slowly, so slowly, eases it off. The sight of those swollen lips falling out of the cup genetically alters something in my brain. Flushed dark pink and blossoming wide for me. Her clit’s almost triple the size. She reaches down to touch herself, in disbelief that she could be so big.
I start with barely there strokes over her clit to show her how sensitive she is. Her whole body tenses. The tips of my fingers gently glide over her folds. My tongue is probably too much at this stage – she’s too raw. I run my hand across it and it jiggles like Jell-O. I’m looking at every man’s dream.
‘Do you like me touching your fat pussy? Do my fingers feel good, baby?’
‘Uh-huh,’ she breathes.
‘Do you want more? Do you want me to fuck your big pussy?’
She groans and throws her hair back.
I start tracing her slit and slide one finger inside. Shit, the pump’s made her even tighter. I imagine I’m using my dick as I add a second finger. Her eyes roll back in her head and my dick couldn’t be any stiffer if I tried. I pick up the pace, driving in and out, rubbing her giant clit with my thumb. She reaches for my cock but I push it away. This isn’t about me. I want her and her swollen pussy to cum on my hand.
And it doesn’t take long.
She’s grinding her hips and whimpering under her breath and trembling all over and just when I think she might pass out, her back arches off the bed. I want her to scream her orgasm into the open sea, but my girl’s too polite for that, and I kind of love her for it.
She looks totally spent as she quivers through the last of the aftershocks, and knowing I did that tugs at something carnal in me.
But there’s no rest for the wicked. I pull back and line up in front of her. I rub my dick through her soaked folds and her moan’s exhausted. She feels unbelievable, all soft and pillowy. I could eat that pussy for hours. Precum leaks from my tip and I massage it in, marking my territory. I could do this forever. Before I can get hypnotised, I roll on a clean condom and enter her.
The pump’s made her pussy so freaking taut, and coupled with the sight of her folds shuddering with each stroke, there’s no way I’ll last long. I capture her clit between my fingers and work it as gently as I can, but I’m a mess. My other hand caresses her titty. It’s deliciously heavy; my hand doesn’t even cover half. Jules is writhing beneath me, eyes half-lidded, hips knocking up to meet me. I lean over to capture her mouth and thrust harder, feeling her perfect pussy kiss each stroke.
Her sex spasms, on the edge of release, and I let it all go. I spill my cream and she takes it like a fucking champion, moaning into my mouth as her orgasm reaches its peak. I keep going and going, dragging it out for her as much as I can, until a hand reaches my chest and gently pushes me up.
‘I can’t do any more,’ she gasps.
I pout. ‘I didn’t even get to taste you yet.’
She shakes her head lazily. ‘Your stamina, boy.’
I’ll take that as a compliment.
I can’t stop looking at her. The sweat clinging to her shoulders, the rosiness in her cheeks, her hair in total disarray.
‘Come over here,’ I say, my erection softening as I throw away the condom and walk across the deck barefoot. ‘Let’s clean off. There’s a shower.’
Hesitant footsteps sound behind me. ‘Where is it?’
‘Over here.’
