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“Yeah, in your mouth,” I growled. “I’m going to shoot reams of hot semen into your little tummy, how does that sound? You going to like it? Is that what you want?”
And the way her eyelids floated down dreamily, the look of ravenous hunger mixed with anticipation that crossed the brunette’s face told me that that was exactly what she wanted. Her soft hands crept up to stroke my strong thighs, the bottoms of my balls where I was especially ticklish and wandered to caress my perineum, the sensitive skin between my balls and ass. Oh fuck, I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I hadn’t had a woman touch me there in ages, it felt so fucking good.
But the brunette wasn’t done yet. While she worked my pole with her mouth, her fingers dropped back more to stroke between my butt cheeks, feeling for the dark, musty hole, my rusty star. And I seized her small hand then, those soft fingers stilling in my grasp.
“You sure you wanna go there, baby girl?” I rasped, hot slashes streaking my cheeks, my dick positively leaking cum into her mouth now. “You sure you wanna go there so early?”
The big brown eyes stared at me, her cheeks still stuffed with my penis. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down, affirming the exploration and I groaned even as I released her hands to begin their work again.
Because the girl was about to give me a prostate massage, heighten and magnifying a male orgasm with soft strokes on the interior of my anus, caressing where only a finger could reach. So I held my breath as she began her penetration. Fortunately, the brunette’s fingers were small so the breach didn’t take long. She circled my pleats softly at first before applying firm pressure to my anus, and with a few thrusts, it popped and she was into my sphincter one knuckle, then two.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned gutturally, my dick hardening even more, my balls high and tight, ready to spray at any moment. So much blood had flowed to my groin that I was ready to shoot on a moment’s notice, I was so fucking turned on, my hands buried in the brunette’s curls as she sucked my dick and fingered my ass.
She didn’t let me down. The pressure on my fuckrod increased, her mouth going at it like a powerful vacuum while her little hand worked its magic in my ass, softly teasing before rubbing in circles, nimbly finding that special place that blew up my pleasure tenfold.
That was it. I was a fucking goner. “FUCK!” I growled, gushing like a fire hose on max. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I roared as I unleashed into her mouth, choking her with lash after lash of hot milk, the white flying furiously down her throat, filling her cheeks until they overflowed, semen dripping out between my penis and her lips, coursing down her chin to drop to the floor.
“FUCK!” I bellowed again, gripping her head tight as I fucked her mouth, my hips moving like pistons, forcing her to take it. But I could tell the pounding was overwhelming her, her eyes were watering, lips stretched unbearably by my size, so I let up. Although I hadn’t finished coming, I pulled out and sprayed the rest of my sperm onto the coverlet, a pool of hot liquid seeping into the cotton as my dick unleashed its power, its juice, jerking and spasming furiously.
And the brunette watched with wide brown eyes, amazed at the sheer amount I had to give. She’d already swallowed several mouthfuls and yet I was spraying more and more, coating her bed in a film of cum, my seed so copious and wet that the duvet was soaked through in a matter of seconds.
And after I’d finished orgasming, my big body heaving, sweat glistening on my chest and abs, my dick semi-hard still, dripping with remnants of semen, the little girl did something so disgusting, so rancid, that I was immediately ramrod hard again.
Because the little slut got on her hands and knees, nude, beautiful and wet, and shook her kitty at me before dipping her head to the coverlet and tonguing the pool of cream. That’s right, the kitty cat was lapping at my sperm, drinking the semen that I’d spilled and she was really into it, closing her eyes while savoring the taste, licking her lips like it was the best stuff on Earth. And I watched, mesmerized, the nastiness of her actions jumpstarting my pulse to about two hundred miles an hour. Because oh yeah, this girl was perfect for me … we were two parts to a puzzle and I’d just met my match.
6
Laurie
Oh god, it was so delicious. I loved the fact that I’d just fucked my delivery man with no idea of what his name was, no condom, no nothing. It was so wrong and it turned me on, living on the wild side.
Because I’d been depressed and repressed at once, the divorce painful, and this hot action, this nasty little episode, was just the thing to shake me from my despair. So I completely let go, acting out my wildest fantasies, not holding back at all, sucking him deep while sticking my finger up his ass, drinking his juices, and after it was all over, pushing my tongue into the wet pool on the duvet.
The big man loved it, watching my every move with ravenous eyes, his dick springing back to life even after he came.
“Fuck, little girl,” he rasped hoarsely, unable to tear his eyes away as I dipped my head for another taste of sperm on the coverlet. “Fuck, how’d you get so dirty?”
I just looked up and smiled, pausing for a moment.
“Mister,” I murmured throatily. “It comes natural to me.”
His eyes lit on fire then.
“Natural, huh?” he asked, slapping a big hand against my ass, making me jump with shock before quivering with pleasure, those square fingers already massaging the sensitive space, my skin warm almost hot, tingling at his touch. “Well, you’re the best natural I’ve ever had.”
I flushed, pleased then. Because I’d been so horny, so provocative that he hadn’t guessed my secret … that I’m a virgin. Yeah, it’s pretty unbelievable given that I’d just done a deep-throat combined with a prostate massage, but you can learn anything on the internet these days and I’ve seen my fair share of porn, firing up my laptop to surf the nasty sites, always making sure to clear my history afterwards. And even though I’m a slut, what I’d done today was nothing, totally nothing compared to what professionals did on screen.
But yeah, going back to my admission – I’m a virgin who’s also a divorcee. And it makes a twisted kind of sense once you know my story. Because why else do you think I left my husband? Gary and I dated two years before the wedding and we’d never done it during that time, never sampled each other, never explored each other intimately. My ex always said he wanted to “save himself,” arguing that he was “respecting me” by not touching me until there was a wedding band on my finger.
I was so young then, so naïve, that I bought it. Gary was completely different from the boys in high school who’d been all over me, pawing at my breasts, trying to grope my pussy, even begging me for blow jobs, pleading with their faces scrunched up, groins twisted in agony. So when Gary argued that he was being the better man, acting the gentleman, I believed it.
Except when it came to our wedding night, he didn’t deliver. At first, it was no big deal. We were in the honeymoon suite at midnight, exhausted from the festivities and Gary was face down on the big bed, still dressed in his tuxedo, shiny loafers on.
“Gary,” I said, prodding his shoulder. “Come on, get up. It’s time to get lucky.”
I’d shed my wedding gown and was clad in nothing but high heels some flimsy, filmy lingerie, a tiny teddy and matching g-string I’d picked up at a French boutique a couple days earlier. Oh yeah, the time had come and I was horny and wet, desperate to get my cherry popped. Even though we were exhausted and tired, I was still intent on fucking my new husband asap.
“Come on Gary,” I prodded again, groaning as I rolled his massive form over, trying to force him awake with a series of shakes at his shoulder. “Don’t you want to taste me? Come on, open your eyes, look,” I said. And I popped a boob out of my negligee, the huge tit pendulous and creamy as I dangled it against his lips, trailing the pink nipple across his mouth. “Come on big boy, doesn’t that taste good? Wake up, wake up.”
