Marc yanked Tiffany's halter down, then dragged her nipples to his mouth. I watched as he sucked them and made them hard and wet. On the sofa, Jon exhaled heavily as Diane ate his cock. Her dainty fingers gathered up his balls as she crammed him down her throat. I went to Tom, though I trembled. He thrust his tongue in my mouth and ground me with his hard-on. Oh, God, it was such a big and solid mass of flesh.
"You want it, baby," he whispered in my ear.
"Yes," I hissed, my passion high.
Everything happened in a flash. My dress came off. My panties vanished. And then, oh, Tom's cock was pushing into my long-neglected pussy!
"Yes, yes!" I screamed. I didn't care who saw. "Fuck me, fuck me and don't stop!" It felt so good! "Fuck me and make me cum," I begged!
CHAPTER ONE
I used to be the kind of girl who sat back and watched others get the men. It wasn't as though I didn't possess the looks that grabbed their attention-I chucked it to a great product with inferior packaging. If I had chosen more formfitting outfits-cut a little higher-worn make-up that enhanced my features and affected a self-assured attitude, men would have flocked around me.
I was unsure how to emerge from my shell. Unquestionably, I lacked courage. Even when I attempted to strut, rather than walk, or speak in innuendo, I automatically stopped myself. A tiny voice shouted in my head to cease and desist-a voice, I'm sure, belonged to my mother, who foisted the same rules and standards to which she was subject during her formative years.
A bubbling yearning churned inside me-I constantly acknowledged a cute guy passing my desk. The urge to grab his buns-or at the very least, wink at him-continually preoccupied my most inner thoughts. I suffered from of a repressed sexuality. My body screamed for a man, but my brain ultimately rejected it. Teasing thoughts were dispatched to my stimuli during any encounter with a virtual stud. I longed for his hands to roam my frustrated body, but nothing of the sort happened, because at the height of arousal, I suddenly turned away. There wasn't a single reason for my hot and cold behavior, other than the principles instilled by my mother. I was afraid to carry things one step further.
Nobody knew those erotic notions whipped about inside my head, either. I kept to myself. I rarely voiced my opinion, or discussed details of my personal life with my co-workers. I was certain they painted me "that colorless person, Paula Meyers." The adjectives used to describe me probably ranged from "dull" to "ordinary."
I condemned myself to an uneventful life as a result of that programming. Dreariness appeared my suit. I lived alone in a rather large apartment in the Lincoln Park District of Chicago. Although that area tended to be fashionable and attracted many single people, the incentive to meet any never took root. Night after night, I returned from my job at the insurance firm where I worked, cooked dinner and sat before the television. I spent hours absorbing myself in sitcoms and old movies, always dreaming of improving my social life.
I once had a boyfriend-Jim Waltham-who could hardly be labeled a sexual dynamo. We were never active in bed, partially because it was not Jim's focus. Jim was far more interested in promoting his career as an insurance salesman. I wouldn't say our couplings weren't enjoyable. He satisfied me, though it was for only a brief period.
A girl lived across from my apartment who had the extreme opposite lifestyle. I could plainly see into her window from my bedroom. A nameless, wildly attractive blonde with a nice body, she invited strange men over for casual sex. If I dimmed the lights and sat on the edge of my bed, I had a ringside view. She did eye-popping things, yet I found myself perfectly capable of watching from start to finish. Hidden in the shadows, I saw the activities of her hands and mouth. She loved to stimulate men, then mounted them after carefully structured foreplay for a satisfying conclusion. Nobody left that room disappointed.
Comparatively built, I was also blonde with azure eyes and imaginative lips. I often halted at catalog pages filled with naughty underwear and considered making a purchase. Frilly items of lace and silk enticed me. Though I had the body for them, I lacked the confidence. My slim hips and shapely legs would have received the notice to which they were entitled if I could have brought myself to acquiring those seductive garments. It was truly a shame and a waste I had no backbone.
The girl symbolized the woman I longed to be. Fate had certainly played a nasty joke on me, exposing me to the likes of someone whose every deed represented a deep-seated temptation. I could not dispute, nor disparage, the lifestyle she chose, for it was the exact one I sought.
After enduring months of agonizing monotony, I was stunned when asked by one of the girls at the office-Diane Claiborn-if she could move in with me. Diane was one of the more sedate girls in the department who didn't boast of a rip-roaring social existence, nor a wild streak. Although we seldom spoke to one another, she singled me out and mentioned her need to find a place to live. Her landlord had raised her rent to an exorbitant level, forcing her to either look elsewhere or find a roommate. Since her search was unsuccessful and time grew short before the new rate took effect, she was desperate.
"It might not be for long, Paula," she pleaded, throwing herself at my mercy. "I just haven't found anything I can afford."
I considered her honest reputation and cheerful disposition. Diane appeared to be a nice girl, with intentions of upholding her responsibilities. Of the same height and frame, she was a pert redhead with a face full of freckles and a sense of fun. She didn't strike me as one of those untamable creatures that populated our office, who flaunted her curves and bragged about her sexual adventures. Diane mirrored strength and gravity. She wasn't a flamboyant dresser, didn't have any unpleasant habits to my knowledge, and seemed a relatively peaceful individual.
I wasn't entirely familiar with her character. I had an impression on which to base my decision. I supposed it would have been preferable to have known her better, but she appealed to my generosity.
I determined there wasn't much of a gamble and consented. Even if it amounted to a short-term solution, I craved companionship. I thought it refreshing to have someone positive and vivacious like Diane. We were close in age--twenty-eight--and fairly compatible with respect to mutual interests. She professed a love of books, old movies and physical fitness. I looked forward to her inhabiting my home--perhaps offering suggestions for decorating. Diane, a springboard for ideas, might give me some valuable input.
On the eve before Diane came, I was busy cleaning the apartment. I tidied up the second bedroom, dusted, vacuumed and washed windows. Though I normally maintained an orderly home, I wanted the place immaculate. An excitement gripped me as I prepared for her stay. I couldn't remember when I had last anticipated something.
By the time I got to my bedroom, I noticed the light was on in the girl's apartment across from me. My bustle was instantly interrupted by the sight of her date. He was a handsome blond man with glasses. His rugged profile and lack of clothes had me riveted. I put down my feather-duster and sat. As usual, my lamp was switched off and only the flickering candle in her room provided illumination. I was essentially invisible to them.
The man sat up in her bed, naked. His back was cushioned by a group of pillows, his posture absolutely erect, looking as though he were prepared to leap upon her in a flash. He gazed at the girl while she shed her things, one piece at a time. In the invigorating glow, I saw her breasts emerge from the cups of a lacy bra. Her nipples protruded deliciously, brimming with excitement. Her head veered to one side, letting her long, blonde hair sweep over her bare shoulder. She hooked her thumbs under her skirt and worked them over hips that were similar to mine. I recognized the sort of panties she had on-the ones with the snaps. I'd seen them featured in one of those naughty catalogs I secretly subscribed to.
My breathing became irregular as I saw her climb into bed with him. I perceived the ache she probably had. My knees came together, trembling. I felt a notable tightness in my pussy. My palm went over my mound and squeezed. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I had no control whatsoever. Fortunately, I could observe them in the privacy of my home without detection.
The girl delivered her erect nipples to his mouth. He enclosed them eagerly, fastening his lips to those thick nubs. Her features tensed and her chin went high as he sucked. I could feel his feverish pull and quivered. I dug my fingers into my snatch and powerfully massaged my susceptible folds. Ill defined sensations swept through me. I moaned aloud. I yearned to hear her cry out while he was attached, but the glass barriers that stood between us foiled that need.
She writhed in his embrace while he availed himself of her delectable flesh. I watched his hands travel and pinch, gathering sections of her in their blind grope. She ground her pussy to his muscled thigh, delirious. I studied the swivel of her hips as a reckless feeling took purchase.
Jim had put his mouth on my tits, too. I could scarcely remember if he did it at length-he had been more concerned with sliding into my cunt, pumping me a few times, then cumming. I had learned to accept that as what realistically occurred between man and woman. Since I wasn't the type of girl who compared notes with her girlfriends, Jim's abbreviated passion exemplified my total wisdom.
That was prior to my licentious neighbor's regular exhibitions, as seen from my bedroom window. I felt short-changed, to say the least. The marathons that took place made my experience pale in contrast.
The man sucked the girl's tits for several moments before urging her onto her back. She draped the bed with her wriggling nudity. His mouth commuted from her billowing breasts to her blonde thatch in less than a minute. His tongue flashed in the candlelight, distributing ardent flicks. By the time he reached her pussy, her hips rose and fell on the mattress. She was as eager to have that invigorating part of him. His hands slid under her perfectly shaped buns and elevated them. His tongue eased from his lips. He swiftly speared her, dividing that nectar-rich opening with one thrust. Her back arched as he buried his tongue inside her, her shoulder blades digging into the pillows. I watched her contortions as he gulped her resulting joy.
Oh, God, I thought, after the intensity subsided. I was envious of her fiery ecstasy. Jim had never gone down on me. Oral sex had been a nonevent during the course of our relationship. Jim could never bring himself to put his mouth on my snatch. I shrugged away my unhappiness, figuring it wasn't a widely accepted act. I had no idea of its universal appeal.
The girl dug her heels into the mattress, curving her spine and raising her hips so that they were level with his face. Her expression revealed her exuberance. She tried cupping his head, but he resisted the influence of her clawed fingers. In the end, she scooped up her tits and crushed them together. The nipples pointed upward, subjected to the swirl of her thumbs.
The man displayed a voracious hunger. His head bobbed between her legs, his face hidden by her buckling figure. He no longer wore his glasses-they must have become dislodged from her abandoned movements. He sucked and licked her juicy cunt, then dragged his tongue through her slick opening once it was saturated.
After putting her through that mind-fracturing ordeal, he lifted her onto him. I saw the outline of his cock before it went into her pussy. He was of average size-perhaps six inches or so-but had a plump stem. He penetrated her at the height of her contractions, magnifying her pleasure. I saw her features strain as he crammed himself into her snatch. He wasn't the biggest she'd had, but he managed to arouse her tremendously before entering her. He settled onto his back and directed her to ride him. Her hips stirred to accommodate his need. I watched her butt move as though on fire, jerking up and down. After effecting that style, his hands reached for those vigorous crescents and stroked them. His touch seared her. She was visibly thrilled by his stiff cock and the circulation of his fingertips.
I centered on her face. The dim light neutralized the impact of her features, but I saw her mouth drop open and her eyes close. She rose and fell on him, craning her neck over her shoulders so that her blonde mane whipped her back. He might not have had significant dimensions, but he definitely had enough for her evoked euphoria.
The man seemed comparably fulfilled with the friction of her pussy. He wasn't as obscured by the shadows. The flickering candles lent an aura of seduction. He seemed overtaken by the squishy fit of her cunt and its intermittent pressure. An occasional flinch or the sinking of his head in the pillow conveyed that opinion.
A glimpse of his balls under that moving ass was all I could see. She humped him more furiously, approaching the final stages of gratification. He pulled her down over him, crushing her tits to his heaving chest. He took greater handfuls of her quivering buttocks while ramming into her cunt. The blonde was overwhelmed by the influx of stimulation. I was certain the noise level in her room was deafening.
I broke into a sweat, observing her emerging pleasure. My only wish was to someday have that scorching response to a man. Studying her luxurious reaction, I experienced a tickling throb that radiated from my pussy to my nipples. It would have been incredible sitting on a man at that precise moment-even if his cock was the measurements of that man. In my opinion, it wasn't the length but the width that propelled one into orbit. I envisioned grinding my clit to its pulsating bulk until I came.
She got up, clutching his shoulders for support. Droplets streamed from her tits, collecting at her nipples and falling onto his chest. Delirious, she gathered her boobs into one billowing mass and bounced furiously on his lap. After a steady gallop, she froze. The man's features were twisted, hers were tweaked. She shuddered with orgasm while he jerked and pitched beneath her.
Emotionally drained from my surveillance, I turned away. Diane would not be subjected to my neighbor's nightly ritual-her bedroom was on the opposite side. I planned to keep my curtain drawn to spare her from those wanton episodes.
CHAPTER TWO
Diane arrived that next afternoon with a few boxes and a closet full of clothes. I helped put her things away, then made us some herbal tea. We sat in my front room and had our first "girl" talk. I warmed to each topic, enjoying her friendship. I sensed true compatibility. Our conversation veered into many directions, bouncing from favorite restaurants and recreational activities to more personal matters.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked, sipping cautiously from her steaming cup.
"I used to-about a year ago," I confessed. "We've kind of gone our separate ways."
"Oh." She tossed her wealth of red hair over her bare shoulders. Diane, clad in a halter top and shorts, struck me with her frail beauty punctuated by a multitude of freckles. Her skin was of a creamy quality and had a perfumed scent. "I'm sort of seeing someone."
She seemed embarrassed at having told me. I assumed, from her blush, that they were on an intimate basis. "Are you requesting permission for him to come here?"
"I wouldn't want to overstep my bounds," she was quick to point out. "I appreciate your having rescued me. My landlord really pressured me to either pay the extra money or move."
I wasn't keen on hearing moaning and creaking springs drift from the other end of the hall. On the other hand, the neighbor's activities anesthetized me. "I suppose as long as you confine it to your room, it won't be a problem."
Diane sighed with relief. "Hey, I know a few available men. How about letting me fix you up?"
I wrinkled my nose. "No thanks. I've rarely seen that work. I appreciate the offer, however."
"They're really cute," she teased. "You just might change your mind."
I shook my head. "I'll take a pass."
Diane shrugged. "Perhaps another time."
I prepared us a splendid dinner. It was a pleasure cooking for two. I had a slew of recipes I was dying to try, but never felt motivated to test them alone. Diane helped, then insisted upon washing the dishes while I lazed in front of the television. I felt our relationship was off to a pleasant start.
I had consulted the TV Guide and saw that an old Bette Davis movie was playing within the hour. I settled in for a cozy evening of refreshing conversation and the possibility of sharing a tissue box.
Those black and white melodramas had a habit of tugging my heart strings. Based on earlier discussions with Diane, I was certain she favored films of the same vintage.
The doorbell rang before she returned the last dish to the cupboard. I was about to answer it, but she motioned for me to sit. "That must be Marc."
I hadn't realized she invited her boyfriend over on the heels of asking me. I didn't remember her calling him that afternoon. It was conceivable I had been in another room while she phoned him, so I declined making an issue of it.
When Marc appeared at the doorway, I blinked. He was a six-foot-four blond with a ponytail, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of California Sweats. Diane, who had a conservative wardrobe and seemed old-fashioned, seemed ill-suited to a man of his swank image.
Diane was oblivious to my shock. "Hi," she said, slipping her arms around his muscled body and giving him a sexy kiss. I looked away, unwilling to observe her show of affection.
Marc sought me out with what I defined as a laser-hot stare. I was magnetically drawn to his gape. He had the most dazzling blue eyes I'd seen in a man. "That must be Paula," he murmured.
"Yes." Diane motioned for him to join us. "Please, come in."
Marc held up a bottle. "I brought a gift so we could toast to your new home."
I felt distinctly uncomfortable, having a complete stranger barge in on my first night with Diane. It was a polite-yet unwanted-invasion. I had hoped to know her better through additional dialogue-and not have to entertain her boyfriend. "I'll fetch the glasses," I offered, automatically getting to my feet.
Marc's eyes were fastened to me while I made my way to the kitchen. From their slant, I practically felt him undress me. It didn't matter what I had on-he possessed the power to see me naked. The glasses shook on the tray I delivered. I could scarcely hide my vulnerability.
"Nice place you have here," he commented, sitting between me and Diane. Our thighs touched. The electrical charge temporarily disarmed me. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "I like it."
I alternated between his exposed biceps and his powerfully large shoulders. His massive chest tapered to a trim waist. I couldn't imagine where Diane could have met him. He seemed too hip for her.
Marc poured wine in each of the glasses, then distributed them. My body temperature rose when he handed me mine. I felt his warm breath against my face. We exchanged a curious look. I saw the yearning etched in the rugged lines of his face.
"Paula has graciously permitted me to stay here," Diane remarked. "I was in serious trouble."
"How kind of you," he murmured, engaging me with strong eye contact. "Diane is completely in your debt."
The lump that formed in the base of my throat prevented me from commenting. Whether or not I wished it, Marc bore a strong effect on me. I felt waves of desire flow between us. I did everything to deflect them, but couldn't. The tension he created with his thigh was an inflammatory gesture. He sent overt signals, in my opinion-none of which Diane intercepted.
"What type of work do you do?" I inquired, attempting to gain knowledge of his background. "I'm a painter."
"He's an artist,*' Diane clarified, "and an absolute genius. You should see his work, Paula. We'll go down to the gallery one of these weekends so you can see for yourself. He's extraordinary."
"Don't pay attention to her," he said with a laugh and making an obvious attempt to reduce the intensity of her remark. "Diane is one of my greatest fans."
"I'm sure that's a valid statement," I said. "I happen to appreciate art. I would be interested in a demonstration."
"Perhaps we can arrange something," he quietly said. His voice dropped several octaves to a tantalizing level. He blatantly studied the curve of my breasts. I wondered if he conducted his examination for the sake of art or for lustful purpose. I might have concluded the former if he hadn't vented such a raw expression.
I nursed my glass of wine, afraid to have him refill it. Diane had gone through two, with no end in sight. Marc generously poured, inspecting me from the corner of his eye. He maintained his distant watch throughout our cordial chat, keeping somewhat of a poker face. I adhered to the same rules, afraid of lowering my guard. Marc elevated my curiosity. I didn't think it's healthy to encourage him.
"I understand you and Diane work for the same organization," he commented. "North Star Insurance."
"Yes," I answered, disregarding the pressure applied to my thigh. His overtures were abominable-particularly with his girlfriend on his opposite side. "We're in the same department-customer service."
"I'm sure it's fascinating work," he said.
"I wouldn't relate it quite like that," Diane broke in. "We hear a tremendous amount of bitching. People are constantly complaining to us how their premiums are jacked up every year."
"They don't all complain," I said.
"Of course, they do. Most feel we're trying to screw them."
I was amazed to hear Diane describe our work in such a blunt manner. She seemed to have more respect for her position-at least, to my recollection. I wondered if the wine was partially responsible. I further speculated whether her peppered language was a ploy in retrieving Marc's attention. His preoccupation with my thigh was much too conspicuous.
I decided, after draining my glass, that it was time to retire for the evening. My panties were sopping wet. I couldn't negotiate the tingling charge of Marc's untamable thigh another minute. Marc, pleased about the erosion of my defense system, began to incorporate Diane in his game. She seemed more than happy to receive his ear and meaningful glances. He was one of the most incorrigible men I'd ever encountered.
"I'll talk to you in the morning," I announced to my roommate after getting to my feet.
"You're going to bed?" she asked, carefully hiding her delight.
"It's early," Marc declared after referring to his watch. "Do you usually fade before midnight?"
"I'm exhausted," I lied. "It was nice meeting you, Marc." I mentioned nothing about hoping to see him again. I saw no point in pursuing it-given the circumstances.
I suffered from shivering disturbances the moment I slipped myself between my sheets. I wasn't going to check on my neighbor-I didn't have the tolerance. Marc instigated a bubbling excitement I hadn't felt in ages. All that gratuitous brushing wore me down to the quick. If only he had been alert to the buttons he pressed.
I normally slept in my panties, and I usually wore a bra as well. That night, I elected to forego the bra. The crisp sheets whisked over my nipples. Ohhhhhhh. No matter how I twisted and turned, electric shocks crackled across my skin. Slumber was impossible to achieve. I couldn't rid myself of Marc's firm body, his sinew-rich limbs, or his compelling gaze.
The only thing that diffused my searing rush was his unattainability. Marc was Diane's property. I made it a hard and fast rule not to tamper with the boyfriends of others. I certainly had no wish to have someone I savored to be taken from me.
Hours passed without the relief sleep afforded. The television droned in the background. The voices I heard were not Marc or Diane's. I was uncertain whether he eventually left or if they were watching a program.
I rose from bed and padded to the door, which was slightly ajar. I peered through the crack, searching through the darkness for their familiar shapes. I had a clear shot of the front room from where I was.
It was not difficult to distinguish them, nor their activities. The light from the television illuminated them with shimmering clarity. Marc sat with his head pitched. His chest expanded and contracted with a quiet fury. Diane's face was positioned between his legs, bobbing gently. Her sucks filtered through the dialogue of the movie that played.
"Yeah," I heard Marc grunt, closely studying the movement of her tongue and lips. He elevated himself, shoving more of his cock into her mouth. "Yeah. Take more."
Diane appeared satiated from the amount she consumed. Spidery shadows camouflaged much of her face, but the part of Marc stuffed into her gulping orifice was slowly revealed as she ascended his shaft. His measure amazed me. Marc was big, his dick a towering spear. When she removed his cock in order to lick his balls, her saliva trickled down its length. There was a whole lot of man seeking her attention. Diane wasn't the least troubled by that undertaking. She went about pleasuring him as though he was of manageable size.
"Jesus," Marc gasped when her fingers tightened around his cock while she lapped his balls. He jerked through her slippery clench as though fucking her fist. The curl and jab of her tongue seemed to fire him. The tip of his bulbous head emitted a creamy drop from her feverish exertions.
"Mmmmmm," Diane whimpered, eagerly slurping his flesh.
Diane gave incredible head-I could tell from his delirious expression. My evaluation of her underwent revision. She didn't seem quite the shy, innocent girl from the office. That freckled face certainly fooled me.
I was mildly appalled that she would invite her boyfriend over the first night of her stay and blow him on my sofa. She behaved as though she had lived with me for months and was entitled to that privilege. I realized times had changed and people operated at a faster pace, but I thought her judgment flawed.
Marc's stifled groans affected me. I slipped my hand inside my panties and caressed my pussy. Their actions provoked a dormant need. I jiggled my clit, then bit my lip. Ohhhhhhhh. I was far more aroused than I'd realized. I didn't want to draw them to my subdued sounds. I set my sights on his near-bursting cock while fingering myself. I tried to imagine what it would feel like sliding into my cunt. The prospect was overwhelming. I trembled, then stimulated myself further. Hot, slick oils oozed from my snatch. My juices dribbled over my knuckles. After endangering my oxygen supply by hardly breathing, I retreated into the shadows of my bedroom and took several cleansing puffs.
When I returned to the scene, Marc was on the verge of convulsion. Diane still hadn't taken him back into her mouth. His shaft jerked in her fist while she orally teased him. Sweat dripped from his brow. His chest was moist; a wet spot enlarged on his tank top.
At the last possible minute, Marc seized her head and aimed for her mouth. He impaled her face seconds before erupting. I watched his gut wrenching orgasm as he jerked with abandon on the sofa, his face marred with contortions.
"Uggghhhhh, uggghhhhhhh, uggghhhhhhhhh," he moaned, feeding her his liquefied excitement.
Diane's throat muscles functioned to facilitate his abundant flow. Her lips ran up and down his shaft, pumping him while relieving him of his cumbersome load. She seemed equipped to handle that explosive moment and visibly took charge. Toward the end of his seizure, her lips reached the base of his cock; when they ascended, all sign of his discharge was erased. She gulped down the last of his jism with a faint sigh.
Marc stayed rigid after Diane unhinged herself. She enclosed him in her fist once again, purring with delight, then motioned for him to mount her. The blouse she wore was open. Her pert breasts rippled. Her sleek legs slid apart, bidding him to arrange himself.
My heart thudded in my chest as Marc rose to the task. Taking her undulating thighs in hand, he draped them over his broad shoulders. Diane's ass was momentarily suspended. She gazed at him with restless want. Marc steered his bloated crown to her succulent orifice, then pushed. Diane instantly arched her spine as she received him. Her muffled gasp and gnarled look told me the thrill was exceptional.
"Yeah," Marc muttered, sawing through those sopping wet lips. "Oh yeah, baby. That pussy feels so good."
He hammered into her with everything he possessed. His California Sweats were yanked over his hips, revealing a flexing buttocks. He pumped Diane until she squirmed and her face was nearly buried in the collection of pillows at the end of the sofa.
"Fuck me," I heard Diane plead. She secured herself to his shoulders, hooking her legs. "Fuck me. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Harder, baby. Harder."
Marc did as he was told. He caused her nipples to vibrate as he thrusted wildly into her soaked cunt. The moist sounds of their pummeling groins reverberated. His balls slapped her inner thighs as he intensified her enjoyment.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, clawing his back. Her nails streamed over those perfect contours. She choked back her verbal satisfaction, lost in the furious pounding.
I knew Marc achieved staying power after Diane caused him to explode. From his savage locomotion, I believed his intention was to provide maximum pleasure. His ponytail flapped about, his back muscles straining as he unleashed his carnal power.
My knees were rubbery. I was shaking badly. I didn't know how to proceed. I supposed when I announced my departure earlier, I authorized their use of my sofa by default. I'm sure that was exactly their interpretation. I could hardly fault them for what they were doing-except I didn't take kindly to it.
I couldn't dispute the fact my hand was slippery from my hot drippings. My cunt oozed enthusiastically. I rubbed myself, obtaining gratifying friction. My mouth dropped open, but only fractured syllables emerged. My clit tingled as I massaged it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I tilted my head back, my pupils curving into the whites.
Marc made Diane cum several times. It didn't seem as though he put forth much effort, other than throttling her ass to the sofa with his pistoning cock. Diane responded to him, rocking her pussy to his oncoming dick. Her cunt lips parted and captured him whole. Marc's groan stemmed from her obvious attempt to contract her muscles. Her endeavors accelerated his joy.
I watched them fuck for what seemed hours. The interminable pumping went on for quite some time. Marc finally yanked himself out of her wildly gripping cunt and shot over her stomach and tits. I was surprised by his abrupt action. I would have thought spasming inside her pussy would have enhanced his pleasure.
After the gasping and harsh breathing subsided, they whispered to each other. I strained my ear to get a beat of what they were saying, but their mumblings were unintelligible.
I returned to bed, physically distraught. It took me hours to finally drift off.
CHAPTER THREE
I was unsure whether leaving my room that morning was once again going to result in confrontation. I had little desire to subject myself to another riveting sexual episode. Sharing my home with a stranger-for that was exactly how I regarded Diane at that precise moment-was not the stroke of genius I originally envisioned. I had not anticipated the emotional gunfire of the previous night.
I was wildly envious of my roommate. I hadn't realized the extent of my life's deficiencies until I spied on her. I still quivered from the sight of her spasming body. My neighbor had provided some exciting visuals, but Diane offered both sight and sound-a startling and agitating combination.
I donned my robe and stepped into my slippers, braced for the unexpected.
There was no sign of Diane, nor Marc. The front room was left in an orderly fashion-glasses collected, washed and stacked in the sink. Not a pillow was askew. The muffle of traffic beyond and below was all that could be heard.
I sighed, then fixed myself a fresh pot of coffee. I supposed there was no reason to take offense at what occurred. Diane responded normally to a boyfriend who happened to stop by for some Saturday night pleasure. I couldn't take exception to her engaging in promiscuous activities, for that was a normal part of single life. It was high time I updated my thinking to current convention.
No sooner had I agreed on that philosophy than a smothered sob came from Diane's room. I set down my cup of coffee and went to investigate. Erotic mischief was not among my suspicions as I scampered to her door. The low, haunting moan had no familiar ring.
I stopped at the entrance to her room, waited for the disturbing sound to repeat, then gently knocked. Diane failed to acknowledge my summons. Her wail went up, piercing the tranquility.
Calmly, I turned the knob and pushed the door until I could peer inside. A naked Diane twisted across her bed, ripping at her pillow, while Marc sucked her pussy. I watched in awe as his fiercely attached mouth traveled from her furry mound to her sopping lips. He tongued her relentlessly, causing her to shift and moan. Both were oblivious to me, going about their passion as though unwatched.
My cheeks flamed. God! I wanted to retreat, but my feet were glued to the floor. I was compelled to observe them. The sounds of his tip flicking the squishy folds of her cunt attracted me. I was drawn to the manner in which Marc maneuvered himself into her juicy confines. He separated the succulent hollow and speared her hot, pink center.
"Ohhhh," Diane gasped, clutching his shoulders, then moving her hips in order to facilitate his consumption. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, her entire expression pinched. "Oh, yeah, baby. Eat me. Lick my pussy. Ohhhhhh. Don't stop."
Having only had my imagination to supply me the vocabulary used when my neighbor was similarly engaged, I was jolted by the terms Diane evoked. The strangled urgency she emulated sent goose pimples down my spine. Once again, that warm jitteriness throbbed deeply in my snatch. My nipples sprang to full attention. The roughness of her breathing tormented me.
"You taste like honey," Marc said before availing himself of her flavor-rich cunt. He pulled back her moist pedals and lapped her clean. "Mmmmmmm."
Neither displayed restraint in obtaining what was needed. I was captivated by their feverish activity. Encountering the wriggling frenzy of Marc's tongue against Diane's splayed cunt lips was an absorbing spectacle. I could almost experience her ecstasy as she lunged at his mouth and permitted him to lick her sensitive flesh. Her fists clenched and unclenched several times before her fingers were plunged into his shoulders. There was absolutely no resemblance between that Diane and the timid one I worked with. The Diane stretched on her back, undulating mindlessly, was a tigress-thoroughly wanton. Her red hair tumbled from one side of her face to the other as she stirred from one curling assault to the next. Disheveled, she ascended to a steeper level of enjoyment.
"Fuck me with your tongue," she commanded. "Run it through my pussy. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Keep doing it, baby. It feels so good."
Marc licked her succulent middle in the very manner she described. His lips rippled over her snatch. The sound of his joy-delivering whips echoed between her legs. Her sleek thighs trembled around his face. Her furry patch vibrated at his nose and was occasionally sampled by his mouth.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her trembling prevalent. She nearly ripped her pillow to shreds while rocking her hips. I could tell, from the escalation of her gasps, that she was about to cum. That freckled face was contorted by the mounting splendor she received.
"Jesus," she whimpered. "I'm going to cum. Oh, baby. I'm going to cum. Ohhhhhhhh."
Witnessing her depleting orgasm was an exhausting ordeal. I watched her thrash and flail. Her voice went up before dropping several octaves. Marc held fast to her, keeping his mouth planted. He sucked her juices even while she was delirious.
He drank her beyond climax.
I returned to the kitchen before my shaking countenance struck them. I didn't want to be accused of snooping, even though it was my apartment. Once again, I regretted making provisions for Diane. There was an unmistakable conflict in our lifestyles.
My coffee had turned cold-much like my sentiment. I tossed it into the sink, went to my room and donned my jogging clothes. A sprint through the park generally cured me of anything troubling. Running not only conditioned me, but was a form of relaxation.
Twenty minutes later, I headed back. My face and clothes were damp from dashing across the pavement. I was huffing and puffing as I trudged up the stairs, prepared to ignore any further outbursts from my guests. During my jaunt, I had made up my mind to calmly inform Diane she was not welcome in my home. Allowing her my guest room was an error I intended to promptly correct. Our personal habits vastly differed. I didn't relish sneaking about, hoping not to stumble upon her and her amorous boyfriend.
There was a noticeable change the moment I walked through the door. The coffee was brewing in the kitchen, along with the smell of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Diane bustled about in the kitchen, arranging service for two at the table. She presented me with a cheery smile the moment I materialized.
"Good morning," she greeted. "Have a seat. Everything should be ready in a minute or so."
I was amazed at her transposed character. I expected to find both her and Marc in bed, going at it as though nothing else mattered. I started to ask her where he was, but saw the door to her room open and the bed made. The question died in my throat as she filled my cup and indicated my empty chair.
"I'm flattered," I admitted.
"Just returning your hospitality," she chimed, as though nothing unusual had taken place since we parted company the previous night.
I thought her behavior not only unusual, but suspect. Diane, not being the innocent girl she proposed, anticipated a row. Her fixing breakfast was clearly a peacemaking token. It was difficult, however, to carry through my planned resolution. Her pleasant disposition erased my negative impressions.
"I want you to know how much I appreciate your kindness," she told me while setting a plateful of food on my placemat. "It isn't often one discovers generosity in another person."
By the end of the meal, my objections to her staying faded-each and every one.
We spent the day shopping. Diane insisted upon restocking my cabinets with food. "It's the least I can do," she declared when we were at the checkout counter and she pulled out her wallet. "I wholeheartedly believe in paying my own way."
I gave her no argument-nor did I protest when we stopped for lunch and she picked up the tab. We conversed animatedly, giving each other further insight to our backgrounds, convictions and feelings. Diane appeared to be on the same wavelength. It was almost difficult to accept her as the same person who spent the entire night fucking a man ill-suited to her nature. Watching her hesitate before making selections at the produce section, or seeing her wrinkle her nose at a flashy outfit in a store window, I almost forgot those tension building moments. It made me question whether the things I saw had been pure hallucination.
We were in the car, en route to the apartment, when she lowered the boom. "Would you mind terribly if I had a few friends over this evening?"
"A few friends?" I echoed.
"People I've met at the gallery."
A repeat of last night's madness-only on a larger scale-seemed imminent. "I don't know, Diane. Tomorrow is a work day. I usually like to get to bed early."
"It'll be a small gathering. Nothing elaborate." A sly smile curved her lips. "There're a few men I'd love to introduce you to. They're fun and very good-looking."
I sighed. "We went through this before. I'm not interested in being fixed up."
"Who said anything about that? I'm simply going to acquaint you with them. What happens from there is strictly your call."
She had been so sweet and sincere that afternoon, turning her down was impossible. I suppose I should have, given what had already taken place, but Diane's effervescence overruled that verdict. "Okay. But I don't want a late night." Diane deliberately avoided promising me that.
CHAPTER FOUR
I should have known I was being lured into a web, but I gave Diane the benefit of the doubt. I assumed her relationship with Marc was a private issue and not a reflection on her true character. I set aside my reservations and permitted her to invite her friends to the apartment. I was somewhat intrigued with her reiteration of men I might fancy meeting. Perhaps I, too, would find a compatible mate.
Diane took charge of the event. She insisted upon purchasing the bottles of wine ("The beverage for the hungry artist," she claimed), cheeses and fruit. She had, to my astonishment, a stunning collection of classical music on CD. Her choice of refreshments engendered the belief that the evening would be conducted in a respectable fashion. Even her manner belied any sinister undertones. She was eager to make the evening a success, and it reflected in her demand for perfection.
As the hour grew near for the arrival of our guests, Diane suddenly took notice of my outfit.
"Paula, why don't you slip into something less conservative? These people are going to be informally dressed."
I had on a plain white blouse and navy blue skirt that fell to my knees. I suppose it didn't have the casual flair of Diane's black spaghetti-strapped dress-which seemed slightly revealing, in my opinion-but I was afforded comfort.
"I'm afraid I don't know what to wear, then," I confessed. "I've never met with a group of artists."
"They're a down-to-earth clan, though a touch eccentric. You can't greet them in something that will cause them to consider you a snob."
I reexamined myself in the mirror. "Do you honestly believe that to be the case?"
"Without question." She ushered me to my closet and scanned the racks. Her expression varied with each outfit. I was of the opinion nothing I had suited her taste. "You must have something titillating in here."
"Titillating? Diane, what do you mean?"
"If I'm going to introduce you to men, then I want you to appear the desirable creature you are."
My face turned crimson. I felt I was being manipulated, but was too speechless to retaliate. I didn't want to be presented as some hot, little thing eager to bed them. I didn't take kindly to her choice of words, nor her abrupt treatment.
"Here," she said with resignation, yanking out a button-down dress that tended to show more of my thighs than I usually allowed. I had forgotten all about it, having consigned it to the distant reaches of my closet. "Put this on."
"I never cared for it," I said. "In fact, I think I bought it in a moment of insanity."
"Trust me. It'll do."
The authority in her tone compelled me to obey. I found myself discarding my present ensemble for the one she selected. I frowned at the mirror while I buttoned it to the collar.
"No." She seized me by the shoulders, whirled me in her direction, then took the liberty of ripping the top three buttons from the dress. Ignoring my appalled look, she folded back the corners and gave me a close inspection. "Much better."
Her sudden alteration gave me a wilder appearance. I wasn't initially keen about showing cleavage-not to mention that I was tempted to scold her for slashing my dress-when the doorbell rang.
"They're here. Let's go." Her excitement bubbled over. She dashed out of the room to buzz them in.
Though I was annoyed with her impulsive behavior, I couldn't bring myself to spoil her fun. Because she narrowed the window of opportunity to attire myself differently, I had no recourse but to receive our guests as I was.
Diane had her arms draped around Marc as I stepped into the front room. Three other people accompanied him: a slim, dark-haired girl with black, flashing eyes; an unshaven guy with mirrored sunglasses and reddish blond hair and another bruiser of a guy with dark hair that seemed spiked. Diane's statement had been a valid one: the clothes they wore were strictly casual. Tattered blue jeans with large gaping holes at the knees; tank tops that revealed fabulously muscled torsos and tattoos; sandals or scruffy sneakers comprised their choice of dress.
I felt immediately less apprehensive about the image I projected. Diane's instincts were on target.
So, I thought after awaiting individual introductions, that was an embodiment of the art crowd. I found it difficult to accept Diane's association with them. They seemed so foreign to the side of her I knew.
"Paula, these are some of our friends," Diane mentioned while molding herself to Marc. The stirring gyrations of her breasts against him brought her nipples to a point. I saw them protrude through the thin black material of her dress. Her transformation from the reticent girl to the dazzling vixen never failed to shock me. I could see how these people would be attracted her, with that gorgeous, freckled face framed by that mound of red hair and those perfectly sculpted shoulders. Her outfit furnished an undraped view of her freckled back. When Marc swept his enormous hand up and down her spine, creating an illusion of giantism, I noticed how it seemed to encompass her.
I was disturbed, however, by his flirtatious look, which was invariably leveled in my direction. He had no compunction about divulging his predatory interests. He made his thirst for me public knowledge. Diane, strangely, did not take umbrage to that rambling pursuit.
"Everyone, I would like you to meet Paula Meyers. She's my roommate."
I received a round of nods, smirks and other nonchalant forms of affirmation. To some degree, I felt they were prompted by Diane more than naturally expressing their pleasure of making my acquaintance.
Diane inclined her head toward the girl. "That's Tiffany. She does remarkable mosaics. Her work is breathtaking, to say the least."
She seemed a bit frail-almost a wisp. Her straight, dark hair spilled over bare shoulders. A butterfly tattoo was etched on her right breast, and a rose was imprinted on her back. Of the three, she appeared the most shy. She regarded me with caution, as though afraid to impart her true feelings. A spark, however, flared in her black eyes. Although I perceived timidity, she searched out information about me. Those thick, sensual lips of hers refrained from curving. For some reason, I wanted to hear her voice; intuitively, I felt it was going to be whisper-soft and breezy.
"That hunk over there is Tom," she indicated of the strapping reddish blond who seemed to resist his razor. "His specialty is surrealism. You get lost in his work-it's that mesmerizing."
Tom was brutally handsome-precisely to what Diane alluded. Simply gazing at him aroused me. Although he tended to be unkempt, I wouldn't have changed a single thing about him. That scruffy exterior provided him his allure. He exemplified the starving artist, from his lean jaw to his magnificently defined arms. He removed his mirrored sunglasses and vented me a raw look. Those blue eyes of his gleamed with hunger. I reacted strongly to his feral glint. A single glance would have concluded that man subsisted entirely on sex for nourishment.
"And finally, we have Jon," she said, indicating the spiked hair guy, who seemed a little rough around the edges. "He does nudes." A gold earring embellished his right ear. He chewed gum and affected an arrogant stance. He instilled the impression of having little patience and essentially took what interested him. He was probably one of those having a dark, dangerous side that fascinated thrill-seekers. He also seemed game in providing me a private illustration of it. He was built like a stud, from the pecs and the biceps to the obtrusive bulge of his crotch. Tattoos of eagles and skulls were found on his upper arms. The holes in his jeans produced some arresting glimpses of his muscled thighs. I was unsure whether or not of keeping my distance from him.
I was accustomed to the likes of Jim, my former boyfriend. He was tame compared to that assemblage. The clean-cut American man had been the only sort I dated.
The assortment of artists Diane summoned gave me further insight into her complex personality. Each of their character traits struck me as a hidden aspect of Diane's. She was wild, secretive, driven by forbidden urges. I began to understand her enchantment with Marc and possibly to the balance of that peculiar gathering.
Rock music, flashing lights and incense seemed more suitable to their collective disposition, but those people plainly relished the strains of Beethoven and Bach while snacking on Brie and grapes. Diane and Marc alternately replenished the wine glasses. Bursts of laughter punctuated clever anecdotes. I was amazed at the amount of culture they possessed. Art was not merely restricted to their livelihoods-they embraced it as a food on which they survived.
The sound level seemed to increase as the evening wore on. I made every attempt not to consult my wristwatch, but I knew we were well past the designated conclusion. I wandered from one group to the other. Diane was amused by the incidents described by Jon of an amateur model, while Tiffany and Marc discussed an upcoming show. Tom divided his attention between the two also, but his eyes intermittently gravitated to me. I felt the generation of sexual heat. His stare left me distinctly warm. I tried not to pay it notice, even when those bedroom blue pupils followed me everywhere I went.
Stupidly, I had agreed to several refills of wine from Marc. Before I could cover the rim with my hand, he generously poured. "You've hardly had a drop," he mischievously said. "Come on, Paula. Have some fun."
"I have to work tomorrow," I softly reminded him.
He grinned. "It's not as though you aren't a big girl. I'm sure you can handle it." In a lower voice, he said, "I'll bet you can take a whole lot."
I fought from blushing. His suggestion excited me, but I refused to let it reach my countenance. Diane's luxuriant moans as she rode his huge cock continued to haunt me. I shivered at the prospect of working his giant member into my cunt. I fantasized about staring into his blue eyes while fucking him; sweat poured from his temple, his highly developed chest streaked with perspiration and his lap was slippery. That scene fired me. No matter how diligently I tried, I couldn't eject it from my head.
Marc lingered at my side, forcing me into conversation. We stood in the hallway outside my bedroom. He yearned for personal details. He wanted to sample my views on politics, current affairs ... and then things that intrigued me. He searched for a reaction. The flicker in his eyes supported that assumption. He leaned closer as though he wanted me to brush him with my tits. I was painfully aware of my exposed front. Marc was clad in another of his skimpy tank tops, featuring his spectacular chest. We touched skin. I shook so badly, the glass almost fell from my hand. His groin jutted toward it, as though wishing accidental contact.
I couldn't understand why he would try to make an overt play once again. Diane sat nearby, digesting the scene he created. It wasn't my desire to establish hostile conditions because of a flirtation.
Diane, however, was oblivious to Marc's designs-and with good reason. She was having quite a time with Jon on the sofa. I hadn't heeded her moments earlier, but caught her hand running up and down his thigh; its provocative flow seemed to inspire the burgeoning hard-on Jon sported. Jon, calmly sipping his wine and in the midst of a leisurely exchange, seemed utterly relaxed and in no hurry to do anything about her kindling tease.
Although Marc's back was to Diane, I assumed they had an open relationship and were free to pursue others at whim. That hardly meant, however, that his advances were wanted. Diane might have a more liberated conscience, but I couldn't reconcile fooling around with someone else's boyfriend while she sat several feet away.
From the other side of the room, I saw Tom transmitting ferocious thoughts. He was another predatory male, awaiting the moment to strike. His intensity was unshakable. His lean, shaggy face hovered. Although he trumpeted his desire, he possessed a sensual quality that wasn't disagreeable. I made a mental note to continue eluding him, if only to avoid being trapped in a situation where my base instincts emerged.
"It's getting late," I mentioned for the hundredth time to Marc, plainly avoiding eye contact with Tom. "I must get to bed."
"You don't have to do that alone," he murmured.
"You're out of line," I stammered. Although I put up a brave front, I melted from his uncivilized expression. Even with a pony tail, he had a fierce masculinity about him. I couldn't picture attempting to handle him-even for a single night.
"You want me," he quietly stated. His breath tingled against the bare skin of my cleavage. "I'll bet if I groped you, I could make you cum."
Although legitimate, I wasn't going to permit a demonstration of it. "That's not going to happen."
He smirked. "It'll be the best sex you've ever had."
I endeavored to minimize the impact of his remark. "Oh? We're in a boastful mood, are we?"
"I can easily back that claim, if you require proof."
That low, sexy voice of his warranted a fiery turbulence that originated from my pussy, then traveled to every susceptible cell. I couldn't shake the malevolent effect he had on me. No matter how cleverly I attempted to fence with him, he returned with an insolent comment that forwarded my surrender. My nipples swelled from my dress, emphasizing what was already public record.
He moved his crotch closer to me. Temptation clobbered me. That shaft of his protruded thickly from his front. He knew I saw it, too, and wanted me to brush it with my fingertips. A lump formed in my throat. The longing to stroke him churned through my entire system.
On the sofa, Diane's lips were pressed feverishly to Jon's. They kissed wildly, their hands all over each other. I must have missed a frame or two, for Diane not only had Jon's pants open, but gripped his cock. Jon throbbed madly through those coiled fingers, prepared to satisfy the hungry demon inside her. After subjecting him to an inflammatory massage, she descended. I saw her take that mushroomed head into her mouth, then sink down on that sinuous mass of veins and rigid flesh.
"Oh yeah," he gasped while getting swallowed. He draped his muscular arms across the back of the sofa and rested his head. His mouth twitched before curling into a smile. "Yeah, baby. Suck it."
Diane's freckled face followed the pattern of rising and descending hips. Her attachment to him was robust. Her lips fluctuated from that bulbous head to his plump stem. A flash of tongue was occasionally seen. I was amazed at the animal sounds she elicited while snapping up as much of him as possible.
Trembling, I looked at Marc. He grinned. He perceived the erosion of my protective shield.
"You want some of that, baby?" he muttered. "Feel like expressing your oral side?" His breath sent tingling shivers down my spine. "I'd love to have your lips wrapped around me."
I was speechless. The tremors stormed me in waves, growing increasingly stronger. The hot, wanting woman inside me fought to emerge.
Before I could react to his powerful bidding, Tiffany exploded upon the scene. She came up from behind and wrapped her arms around him. Her hands slid smoothly inside his tank top, located his nipples and affected a spurring rotation. I saw evidence of her manipulation in his taut expression.
"I want some of you now, baby," she said before sliding her tongue across his exposed back. Her tone was rich and husky. "Can't wait."
Marc's eyes glazed over from her electrifying touch. She caught him off guard, thumbing the nubs I saw through the thin material. He groaned. "Jesus."
Tiffany, a quiet girl at the start of the evening, displayed no sign of her earlier timidity. From the gyrations of her willowy figure, I could tell her pointed nipples were sweeping his back.
Slowly, he turned to face the provider of that high voltage rush. Tiffany boldly met his gaze. He yanked her halter top down until her tits sprang from confinement, then dragged them to his mouth. I watched him suck her nipples without further prompting. Tiffany's head veered back, her mouth dropping.
"Ohhhhhh," she sobbed. "Oh, yeah."
From the sofa, Jon exhaled heavily while Diane ate his cock. Saliva streamed down its inflated length. Those dainty fingers of hers curved at his balls, gathering them up as she sucked him.
"Mmmmm," Diane murmured, smothering him between her lips. "Mmmmm."
I watched with dizzying bewilderment. The temperature of the room was stifling. I could scarcely believe my eyes. These people were bestial-they could not restrain themselves.
Marc and Tiffany blocked the door to my room. I knew I couldn't watch them another second. Witnessing their burning transport left me frustrated.
I entered the spare bathroom before bothering to knock. As the door swung back, I saw Tom at the vanity. We exchanged a charged look. Normally, I would have swiftly retreated, but was rooted to my spot. It wasn't alcohol or fear that rendered paralysis. I subconsciously identified the yearning that prevailed inside me-the one Marc aroused. I had denied myself that right. What I shunned, the others welcomed. I had catered to my reverent principles over an extended period. It was time to retire those dated mores. The lust that raged through my being was inescapable.
I went to him, my footing sure. My gape of Tom was unbroken. When I was within reaching distance, he captured me with those enormous hands. He grasped my shoulders, swirling his thumbs until a barrage of prickling shocks assaulted me. I was dragged to his mouth. He pushed his tongue through my trembling lips. I moaned, submitting. Ohhhhhhhh. Jim had never kissed me like that. His courteous pecks paled in comparison.
The next bombardment occurred when Tom encompassed my ass and squeezed. His fingers delved into my crack. My head spun. Ohhhhhhh. I felt the urgency in his grip. His tongue continued to ravage my senses with its wild exploits.
The final and most riveting commotion came when he pulled me tight against his body and his cock burrowed into my mound. The sizzling palpitations of that bulge drove me over the edge. I wriggling against him, enjoying that swollen shape pressing into me. Ohhhhhhh. He ignited my passion in an irreversible way. I responded heatedly to him.
Looking back, I'm sure it was a number of things that ignited that submerged craving. Marc's seduction, Diane's insatiable appetite, Tiffany's flaring hunger and Tom's vigorous pursuit all served to unravel layers of conditioning. Once I was stripped down to the nerves, I encountered a starved woman.
Tom ground me with his hard-on. I was in a highly prone state. I clutched him, permitting him to feed me those frantic strokes. My clit burned from that hot friction. Pleasure shafted through my body. I rubbed back, loving that thick, solid mass.
"Yeah," he said, detaching his mouth and whispering in my ear. "You want it, baby."
Before I could utter a single word, his mouth went to the base of my neck. His little nibbles and darts accentuated the quivering swirl that ran its steady course. I was much too thrilled to ask that he stop. The jerking of his swollen member in my soft folds silenced me.
"Oh, God," I moaned, unable to escape the high.
I couldn't feel enough of him. That large, throbbing cock was trapped inside his pants. Blindly, I fumbled with his top button, then tore open his zipper. His dick protruded like a ripe banana through his cotton briefs. Before I could yank them over his hips, he smashed himself to my pussy and gave me and intense massage.
"Ohhhhhhh," I whimpered, screaming for more. "Yeah. Ohhhhhhh. Don't stop."
I clung to him for support. I was flush, perspiring, short of breath. I clutched his muscled arms and stared into his blue eyes until my vision blurred. When I spasmed, it was with gut wrenching force.
"Ohhhhhh," I wailed, digging my fingers into his flesh. Tom never growled or shrunk from me. "Ohhhhhh." I received a potent charge of that fever giving thing. It was sweetly liberating. I hugged the outline of his cock with my pussy, riding out the thunderous waves.
Our tongues eventually grounded. Blistering communication was made. My tongue wove with exhilaration around his. My wet snatch tingled with joy.
Jim never gave me an orgasm like that. Although his efforts were sincere, the chemistry between us had been lacking. Tom, conversely, had no problem getting me off.
I couldn't hear the others in the front room. Only the strains of music filtered.
A second later, he took my hand and slipped it inside his underwear. I was much too weak to protest. After cumming like a madwoman, I was in no shape to resist him. I studied his face as I stroked him. That unshorn chin quaked. His chest expanded hugely. The corner of his sensual mouth twitched, then he gasped with pleasure as my fist slid up and down his length.
Tom was a whole lot bigger than Jim. I never thought size an important factor, but as I examined him, I knew that monster was going to make me cum harder than ever before.
He maneuvered me against the vanity without disturbing the movement of my curled fingers. I sat at the edge, with my legs spread open. After hiking up my dress, we both saw the wet spot that formed on my panties. Taking his thumb, he pulled aside the section that enveloped my snatch. My blonde pubes sprang from imprisonment, followed by that pink split of flesh. He grazed it lightly, then divided it with his finger. My cunt lips opened, moist and fragrant.
His dick, projecting through my grip, seemed to get stiffer from that close inspection. Its palpitations were extreme. A drop of pre-cum trickled from the slit of his cockhead. He looked about ready to burst.
Without sparing another moment, he fit himself into me. He lifted my ass, spread me open and sank into my cunt. We both moaned while he slid into that tight space.
"Ohhhhhhh," I sobbed, loving it. I remembered how deeply I enjoyed being filled by a man. Tom was no exception. There was a whole lot of cock inside me. His big thing went up my pussy as though it actually belonged there. Feeling it pry my cunt lips apart brought shivering ecstasy. My tits jutted out at his chest. Tom's long fingers easily spanned those billowy globes. His touch registered sparks, particularly when he dipped inside my dress. My nipples hungered for his manly grope. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Writhing, I experienced that burrowing sensation of his cock. Tom was entrenched. I almost couldn't move, stopped by its imposing size. "It's so big. God. It's so big."
"Oh, yeah," Tom groaned, charging through my soaked entrance. His jaw dropped as he crammed himself into me. "You're tight. Oh, yeah. Let me into that pussy. Let me fuck you, baby. I want you to feel all of me."
I certainly did. He jammed my lower region with that pulsing shaft. I lunged with my hips and grabbed more cock. I worked his entire shaft into my snatch. Our bellies slapped together while he fucked me. I enjoyed his masculine energy, his voracious hunger. I liked getting pumped-it was a sensation I nearly forgot. There was nothing equivalent to it, nothing that equaled its sheer splendor. I couldn't recall why I had denied myself this satisfaction for as long as I had.
He studied me while I drifted to heaven. "Feels good, huh?"
"Too good."
He scooped up my tits in a shuddering caress. "You could say that again. You sure are hot." The rotation of his fingertips left sizzling imprints. My nipples ached from having swelled so much; as he thumbed them, I wept. "I can't seem to get enough of you."
I jammed myself toward that solid member, smashing it into my pussy. His dick got wet from my pleasure-giving strokes. Ohhhhh. I massaged that monster with my cunt lips, applying luscious friction to every section. His cock lumbered into me. Ohhhhh. The connection was both sweet and satisfying.
I wanted to feel more of his skin against mine, but couldn't summon the energy to make it happen. Ohhhhhh. Looking between my legs, I saw the damp stain on my panties. Tom's thick cock pushed aside the section that covered my pussy lips, slicing right into the drenched hole. Ohhhhhh. That thing speared into me, sending goose bumps to my arms and legs. His fat stem, sticking out of my cunt, was drenched after several strokes. My eyes rolled upward as he pumped me again and again, fragmenting my thoughts, shattering my awareness. He ran that monster in and out of me and made stars blink rapidly. I was on a high-speed roller coaster, hanging by a thread, praying the ride would last for hours. My cunt was suction-cupped to him, wringing one thrill after another from his cock.
I wanted to fuck his brains out. I jammed myself at that sucker, getting off on its far-reaching dimensions. It pried me open, crushing my clit as it sank into place. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
While I humped him, I wasn't still for a minute. I went wild, pumping him with all I had. I took his complete dick until the balls strained at my entrance. Ohhhhhhhhhh. There was so much, my pupils revolved. I was electrically charged, fueled with red-hot excitement. The more I slammed toward that stiff thing, the more hoarse we each got. My bucking and thumping occurred at a dizzying pace. It made me horny, watching that thick shaft going into my cunt-then feeling it slide into my juicy depths. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
From the sound of his intensified groans, he loved what I did. Seizing my hips, he rammed himself high into my hot squish. Lightheaded, I begged for more. He read my plea from the erotic pitch in my cry. I emptied my lungs of air as he shoved that sweet dick into me.
"Yeah," he muttered in my ear, "you're one hungry girl. That's it, baby. Take me. You can have all you want. It wants to be inside you."
Tom was so hard, it hurt. I didn't care. After a few seconds of letting him fuck me, I craved roughness. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I rocked wildly on the vanity, absorbing the brunt of his excitement. That thing repeatedly slid into me, right down to the rock-hard base.
I reached between our legs and cupped his balls. Tom gasped as I fondled him. I further traced the heavy wedge that protruded from my gored pussy. It seemed impossible I was able to engulf him-he was that thick.
"Yeah," he whispered, "play with those balls. Slide your fingers all over them. Ahhhhhhhh. They're loaded, baby. Your pussy is going to be dripping with it."
The prospect of getting flooded aroused me. I treated him to more feathery contact. The errant hairs prickled my senses. I tried to be imaginative, but Tom-inflamed from manipulation-rammed right to the bottom. Ohhhhhhhhh. Wow. He was a good fuck. The urge to climax was powerful.
I thought I heard a knock at the door, but Tom's spearing cock canceled my concern. His dick not only occupied my cunt, but my mind as well. I lost the ability to think. That hard, driving force splitting me in half was of maximum relevance.
"Fuck me," Tom groaned, charging up my snatch. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
In a flight of abandonment, my finger went directly over my clit. It was purely by impulse. I jiggled, sending electrical splendor throughout my body. I undulated, enjoying the pleasure I received. Working fast, I wanted to cum. I wanted the insanity to stop.
"Oh, God," I moaned, setting my head on his shoulder. There was no hope to disguise our feverish activity. Even if nobody entered the bathroom, they could have heard us fucking our brains out.
Tom resumed kneading my tits. He seemed especially drawn to my nipples, which protruded delightfully from those mounds of flesh. Each found their way between his thumbs for a stimulating pinch. Ohhhhhhhhh. He knew the correct way to flick them.
Pleasure was building inside me. I didn't think I could hold off another minute. I bucked and gasped, stuffing every possible inch inside my pussy, then lifting myself until I almost flew off the vanity. Tom maintained my gravity, returning me to that throbbing stem with an urgent nudge. Ohhhhhhhh. Eight inches of undeniable bliss sank into me. My clit was rubbed continuously, creating a fire that couldn't be extinguished. I fucked him and fucked him with my pussy, causing harsh exhalations with each slam. I wanted him to explode. Studying that virile expression inspired me. Observing his feral glint evolve into a lust-glazed oblivion was a heart stopping sight.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, giving that cock slick coverage. I coated him with my abundant juices. He sent my brain whirring, jamming my signals with all but one message: he was going to make me cum.
"Ready, baby?" he asked, his balls slapping my inner thighs.
I nodded, but before the convulsion took place, I bit my lips, then emptied my lungs of their fury. He massaged my nipples throughout the expulsion, heightening the thrill. Ohhhhhhhh. I nearly jumped off the sink, yet he held me steady. I took that excited cock high into my cunt, moaning as it stroked me. The pressure climbed to an explosive level. I thought I was going to erupt into a million pieces.
Halfway through my orgasm, he pulled out. His cock jerked wildly through his fist, then he aimed it at my stomach. I watched cum shoot through the air. God! Some of it landed on my tit, while the rest squirted on my thigh and stomach. Delirious, he was hardly concerned about getting it on my clothes.
"Uggghhhhh," he groaned. "Uggghhhhhhh."
It felt so good, cumming like that. He knocked the wind out of me with those maniacal thrusts, yet I endured them.
The escalation of moans in my apartment prompted me to investigate. I could have lingered in the bathroom and perhaps gotten it on again with Tom, but my curiosity got the better of me.
"Come on, let's go," I murmured.
"But we're not finished." His dick stood upright, prepared to give me more of the same.
I regarded its furious state. Going back for seconds was a distinct possibility. "You've got that right." I motioned in the direction of those guttural sounds. "I want to watch."
Tom tagged along, primarily to see my reaction. I'm sure he was taken by the thought of seeing me drool.
I pushed open the door a fraction. The first thing I saw was Tiffany's ass in the air, preparing to make its descent on Marc's cock. She smoothed her hand over his chest as she sat on him. "Oh, God. Oh, Marc. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
On the sofa, Diane was on her knees, getting fed from behind. I saw her shapely little butt squirm as Jon fucked it. His thing slid right into her ass while she kneaded her moist cunt flesh.
"Yeah." That freckled face emulated bliss. "Give it to me, baby--nice and hard."
"Ahhhhhhhh," Jon groaned, sinking it into her buns.
The wide circle of her mouth related her satisfaction. She didn't seem the least pained by his enormous member or where it repeatedly went.
Marc's large hands curved over Tiffany's shapely buttocks. Without hesitation, she rose and fell on him, charged with excitement. "Ohhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Marc."
"Yeah, baby," he grunted, welcoming her slick drop, "take me deep. Smash me into that hot pussy."
Tiffany's tits swung frantically as she fought to keep him submerged. She worked her hips, making his dick slippery with juice. I could hear those cunt lips grabbing the skin of his cock and sucking it into her warmth. From their hoarse intake, I gathered they both ached from the tingling outcome.
Diane's buttocks quivered as she absorbed Jon's raging bulk. He filled her rectum, whacking his balls as he served her cock. Diane didn't appear to object to his technique. Jon lost all contact with reality while abandoning himself to hot sex. He seized Diane by the waist and gave her one hammering thrust after another. I couldn't conceive of being on the receiving end of that monstrous thing, but Diane appeared to handle it fine.
"Fuck me," I heard her whine. "Fuck me, baby."
"I love the way it feels," Marc hoarsely declared, pushing himself entirely into Tiffany's soaked cunt. He elevated himself just before she bore down to encase him in her hot squish.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Give me what I need," she sobbed, humping him. Her sodden mound slapped him, burying his cock in the process. I saw his balls hugging her ass when she was fully impaled. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, God, Marc, you're so big and hard. Ohhhhhh. I love the way it feels. Make it fit. Let me bury you. Ohhhhhhh."
Marc's muscled thighs slid up behind her as he braced for her drenched impact. He lifted himself, ramming it into her cunthole. Although his thrusts appeared to be rough, Tiffany feverishly welcomed them.
"It's all for you, baby," he croaked, boosting himself to meet her ravenous snatch. "Oh, yeah, bring it to me. Bring me that nice, warm pussy. Ahhhhhh. Yeah. Your pussy just tugs at the skin of my dick."
"It's automatic," she replied, bearing down on him. "Ohhhhhhh. I get so fucking excited when I'm on top of you. I find myself squeezing that big thing." Her features contorted as though she underwent a seizure, which she followed by a choked cry. Pale and shaking, she nonetheless enjoyed that moment of bliss. The turn of her lips signalled indescribable delight. After a moment, she resumed humping him. "I love to fuck it. I love fucking your huge cock."
As the wet, sawing motion occurred between cock and cunt, both moaned. I watched as that huge thing disappeared inside Tiffany. I couldn't imagine anyone of her narrow measurement sparing the room for something of Marc's size.
Tom caressed me from behind. The writhing bodies received only part of his attention. His lips rippled along my neck, nibbling me until goose bumps developed. The prickle of his scruffy face had me shivering.
My front room had erupted into an orgy at full swing. People I had never seen before engaged in sex without respect for the late hour or my neighbors' peace. Strangely, I felt no need to stop them.
Diane's face was submerged in the pillows while Jon pounded her. His dick was a hot sword, boisterously lancing those thrashing buns. Her slick opening resounded from his sawing activity.
"Yeah," Jon grunted, pumping her. "Your ass is crushing me. Ahhhhhhh."
Tiffany hysterically sank on Marc. Her pussy made juicy sounds as it rolled over his erect member. She shut her eyes, emptying herself of everything but the hard boring sensation for which Marc was responsible.
"Jesus," he muttered, surrendering to her intoxicating clamp. His dick slid through that nectar-rich orifice, throbbing with life. From the tremble of his hand, I could tell she burdened him with exhilarating tension. "Oh fuck. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
His hand swept up to cover her tits. Her nipples, strained from excitement, reached for his fingertips. He rotated them, unearthing cries from the pit of her throat. My mouth went dry as he enclosed each, applying a fever-inducing pinch. Tiffany endorsed that practice. His tweaks enabled her a shivering rush that was exemplified by her open mouth and flashing eyes. He took that moment to frantically bore into her, his thrusts rough and sure.
"Ohhhhhhh," she wept, liking it even more. "Oh, Marc. You're going to make me cum-"
"Do it, baby. Don't hold back. Cum on me-with my dick buried in you."
"Yes. Ohhhhh! Oh, yes! Mmmmmm!"
She rocked back and forth, fired by a series of assaulting contractions. Her back arched as she withstood the energy-sapping spasms, riding him to the point of collapse. When her pleasure appeared to reach its conclusion, she lowered her erect nipples to his heaving chest. Her face, hidden by the tangled mass of red hair, was buried by his shoulder.
Marc's hands combed her back, smoothing over the delicious curvature and availing themselves to her gyrating hips. Gradually, he rolled Tiffany onto her back while remaining embedded between her legs. That thick trunk was rooted to her pussy. The configuration of Tiffany's limbs shifted as he dragged her beneath him. A mounting fury seemed to gather in his features.
"Oh, baby," Tiffany murmured as she was rearranged to his satisfaction. Part of her sobbing was likely prompted by having that huge cock in her tender pussy; after watching her cum so violently, I'm sure she had to be handled with delicacy. "Ohhhhhhh."
At last, she was stationed on her back. Marc anchored those slender legs over his powerful shoulders. I saw his thick shaft protrude from her pierced cunt lips. Slowly, he began to run himself through that juicy opening, causing Tiffany to moan once again. I shivered as those slick noises echoes through the room.
"Oh, Tif," he grunted in her face. "Ahhhhh. You're so fucking snug. Let me in there, baby. Let me into your cramped pussy. Clench me good. Squeeze my dick. Oh, yeah. So hot and juicy. Ahhhhhh."
Their roles had reversed: now Marc challenged Tiffany with his impending need, while she breathlessly submitted. I watched in awe as he relentlessly penetrated her, feeding her that enormously swollen thing. Other than an occasional cry, Tiffany took every bit of that cock inside her without incident.
"I'm gonna jizz," Jon groaned before jerking out of Diane's ass. Hot goo splashed onto her back while he squeezed his spurting cock. "Uggghhhh. Uggghhhhh. Uggghhhh."
Diane slumped onto the sofa, her lips curved in satisfaction. She appeared as though she were in the midst of a pleasant dream.
"Let's go to your room," Tom whispered to me. "I'll make the earth move again."
I shook my head. "Not yet."
His intoxicating brush nearly changed my mind. He encompassed my hips with those far-reaching fingers. He traced exhilarating patterns along my back. "Sure about that?"
"Mmmmm." Only by the barest margins was I able to maintain my focus on the unraveling situation.
Marc's knees dug into the floor as he lunged into Tiffany's warm, receptive body. His large, hulking figure dwarfed her frail one. He was careful to steadily maintain his balance on his elbows without subjecting her to his weight. Stress, however, was consistently applied to her drenched pussy as he slammed into it. His balls slapped her ass as he accommodated himself into that succulent hole. His huge dick was compressed as it was gulped down by her unquenchable pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh," Tiffany whimpered, capturing his manly bulk with an abandoned thrust on her part.
"Ohhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me, Marc. Feed it to me. Cram it into my snatch."
"Yeah. Ahhhhhh."
Marc plunged in and out of Tiffany's warm pussy with the intent to momentarily shoot. Her clinging cunt lips, oozing their glistening secretions, rubbed that swollen shaft to a purplish hue. Her pussy was split wide, taking him whole. I saw contentment etched in both their faces as they thrashed about in naked exhilaration.
"Oh, God," Tiffany wailed as Marc pounded into her. "Cum in me, baby. Please-cum in me."
His features screwed up as he hammered her with stimulating force. He looked as though he was about to empty everything he had into her squirming body. Tiffany struck a sexy figure, undulating her hips to meet his thrusting cock.
Marc launched into an intense pumping, riveting her ass to the floor. He charged through that soaked cunt as though it were nothing more than juicy squish. Any efforts he observed in preventing her discomfort were quickly deserted. The whacking sound of their groins meeting reinforced the gravity of his need. Tiffany, immune to the ache he might have caused, brought her chin high and exhaled roughly.
"Ohhhhhhh," she cried. "You're making me cum. Ohhhhhhh!"
The convulsion she went into did not precipitate orgasm for him. Marc fucked her hard and constant, unwilling to break the shattering pattern he affected.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, trembling beneath his battering flesh. "Ohhhhhhh."
Marc yanked himself from that cock-grabbing hole, climbed over her undulating body and discharged. Cum splattered her face. He squirted her erect nipples, howling with delight. Nearing the end of his fierce contractions, he aimed at her trembling mouth and let the last drops fall.
"Ugghhhhhhh," he grunted.
CHAPTER FIVE
Diane and I managed to get ourselves to the office the next morning without sleep. Strangely, we were neither late-nor conversant. It was a separation of our social lives from our professional. I felt tired, but declined to acknowledge it. Diane, contrarily, glowed. Lack of rest hadn't diminished her radiance one iota.
At my desk, during the middle of a customer call, I couldn't resist surveying Diane. She seemed tame and composed-the exact opposite of her party loving manner. If I had attended one of her gatherings and walked through the doors of North Star Insurance, I wouldn't have remotely recognized her. No other person of my acquaintance made the transformation from wallflower to tigress without skipping a beat.
I examined my behavior of the previous evening. God, I had been crazed. In the startling light of day, I was shocked by what had taken place. Did I really fuck a stranger in my bathroom? Had an orgy actually been staged in my front room while I watched?
I tried not to research those answers too closely, for fear of what I would discover about myself. Was Diane influencing me-possibly instilling some bad habits? None of it would have happened under normal conditions. Sunday evenings were traditionally spent perusing magazines, catching 60 Minutes, and preparing my lunch for work.
Diane, however, hadn't compelled me to spread my legs for Tom. I went to him of my own volition. I also let him fuck me in my bed after watching the others go at it. The second time had been even better-he made me cum twice before detaching his cock from my pussy and sprinkling jism over my face. I watched that mushroomed head burst. I didn't attempt to avert those squirts, letting them warmly jet on my cheeks and chin. Eagerly, I licked it clean while still shuddering with orgasm.
Although sobered from the alarming events at my apartment, I couldn't agree to refrain from further episodes. Diane and her circle of friends infused my drab life with color. Considering that my reclusiveness had been solely comprised of spying on my amorous neighbor, having the genuine thing was a refreshing departure.
Despite Diane's wild streak, she still appeared a sensible girl. Those people might have odd characteristics, but they meant no harm. I felt safe with them. Sex was their fuel, their inspiration. Diane fed off that high-as would I. Therefore, I saw no reason to shun it.
We went about our responsibilities at North Star Insurance, performing customer service duties. We were pleasant, helpful and business-like to a fault. Although my energies were at low tide, I managed to get through the day without fading.
Neither of us spoke to one another during our lunch break. I noticed that Diane contributed to someone's birthday when a money envelope was passed, and cheerfully signed the card. When the boy from the mailroom dropped off a package at her desk, she politely inquired about his mother, who had recently been at the hospital.
Nobody appeared to suspect sweet, thoughtful Diane a seething nymphomaniac-nobody, except me.
By the end of the day, I trudged home wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed. I didn't bother waiting for Diane. She seemed in no hurry to shut off her computer when I headed for the door. I was rather surprised by her surge of energy, particularly when my levels were nearly dissolved. Her wire framed glasses, worn only while staring at the screen during the eight-hour day, revealed serious eyes scanning the displayed data.
I sighed and went down to catch my bus.
Although my original plan was to be consigned to my room for the remainder of the night, I arrived at the apartment in a restless state. Because I assumed Diane was going to work late and I had the place to myself, I prepared a relaxing bubble bath. If anything tranquilized me faster, that did.
"Oh, yeah," I murmured after stepping into the soothing water and feeling the prickle of suds. I slid back, luxuriating in the tub. I spread my thighs and welcomed the splash of foam. The temperature erased the soreness precipitated by the previous night. When I lay completely still, I still endured the distant ache of Tom's cock driving deep into my pussy. My cries had spurred him forward. His sharp, penetrating thrusts silenced me. Writhing, I surrendered to their intoxicating force. It felt incredible being filled by a man.
I circled my nipples with a whispery caress. My head rolled to one side as I emitted that first, joyful gasp. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Touching myself wasn't nearly as exciting when someone else did it. I traced dreamy patterns around that fleshy stub, provoking its growth. Bubbles streamed over my skin, igniting a string of internal sparks. Slowly I moved toward my navel, purring as droplets of water ran down my stomach. I shifted, closing my eyes, and tried conjuring a picture of Tom. I wondered if I would see him again. He seemed to fancy me, but I was skeptical of being his only woman. Men like Tom were rarely satisfied by a single person. Their creativity stemmed from variety, newness, pursuing the unknown-not retaining a consistent partner.
The steam rose steadily. I delved into the furry patch between my legs. A gasp ascended my throat when, after skimming the curls, I arrived at my budding clit. A delicious itch tormented me. Tom's dick created the most excruciating friction against that swell. He continually grazed that section while cramming me with his thing until I couldn't think of anything but its amplifying bliss. The orgasm it spawned nearly made me black out.
I had masturbated before in the tub, but without remembrance of that delightful sensation. Having a man in my cunt, stretching it to the limit, grinding my tender areas with its surging dimensions, was a thrill a finger could not reproduce. I missed his strong throbbing while smothered in my slippery folds.
Tom's face gradually evolved into Marc's. He was another to whom I was fiercely attracted. My finger nudged the thick button my clit had become. Ohhhhhhh. Air pockets exploded around my erect nipples. I trembled in the warm, bubble-rich water. Without being conscious of my actions, I inserted a finger in my pussy. Oh, yes! A glowing furor churned through my loins.
My memory banks whirred, revealing stimulating visuals. I recalled Tiffany's tweaked expression the moment Marc entered her. She moaned while that enormous cock gained purchase of her lower region. I saw it slide back and forth, emerging from her juicy cunt, then returning to that succulent pulp with a quivering lurch. Tiffany's tight pussy seemed to torture Marc as largely as his size affected her. Marc looked distracted while plunging himself repeatedly into her wet crevice. I imagined she wrapped herself so securely to his shaft, squeezing it until there was no choice other than eruption.
I fondled myself, thoroughly aroused by those images. There was plenty of material mentally stored for future use that I could instantly call upon. The previous night had been a luscious, if startling, revelation. I learned of facets that dwelled just below the surface that cried for expression.
I heard the front door to the apartment open and close, along with the jangle of keys. Diane's premature arrival surprised me. I was much too relaxed, however, to move a muscle. With the bathroom door shut, there was no reason to interrupt my current splendor. I continued to laze in the tub and focus on savory aspects of the party.
I fingered my clit once again, concentrating on Marc. I loved the way his hands swept over Tiffany, dragging her to his middle, pumping her hard, causing her to moan. His ponytail whipped across that powerful back of his. He fucked her until her face was a misshapen mask, a pure reflection of the joy she received. The wet wallops of his groin to her ass punctuated that statement.
I worked my clit more frantically, arching my spine while the bubbles popped around my rockhard nipples.
Without warning, the bathroom door opened.
Diane, bearing two glasses of wine, entered. My delirium was of no consequence to her. Calmly, she sat at the edge of the tub, studying my crazed demeanor.
I managed to stop by the thinnest margin. I had been close to cumming. Her abrupt appearance cancelled that impulse. I sputtered, shaking in the water. I avoided hiding my eraser-thick nubs-her eyes had already flickered over them.
She held out a glass to me. "I thought you might care for some."
I was much too unnerved to voice my displeasure. I accepted her gift.
Diane sipped from hers. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"
I fought to regain my composure. It was difficult to shelve the exuberance I had just experienced and switch to normal conversation. After having a greater understanding of Diane, I was fairly certain she made that crossover on a regular basis.
She regarded the pool of bubbles in which I idled. "Mmmmmm. That certainly looks inviting."
Without asking permission, she began to disrobe. Her clothes dropped at her feet one piece at a time. Her striptease seemed directed for my amusement. That freckled face held intrigue as she slipped out of her panties, then stepped boldly into the tub with me. Those red wisps were level with my frozen pupils before she immersed them into the luxuriant foam. She vented a steamy expression while arranging herself opposite me. Our limbs touched. My heart hammered in my chest, yet I made no bid to discontinue contact. .
Diane picked up her glass of wine from the edge of the tub where she had left it, then took a furtive sip. "That's much better," she softly declared.
I was speechless. She had me at a disadvantage.
"I hope you don't mind," she mentioned at my unbroken gaze.
"I suppose not," I finally stammered.
She smiled. "Did you like my friends?"
Diane was unduly aware of my session with Tom. Though she hadn't watched us, we were hardly quiet. "They were-" I was at a loss for a suitable description.
Her lips curved. "I know exactly what you mean." She slid back into the water until the insides of her thighs skimmed me. Those shapely breasts had me riveted. Those ripe nipples seized my attention for their delectable pink. I alternated from the freckled contrast of her shoulders to sweeping breasts. I recognized Diane Claiborn as a desirable woman.
"Aren't you exhausted?" I finally asked.
"A little. I exist on hardly any sleep. Since I was a child, I took cat naps. They typically refresh me."
I considered her vivacity that day. Diane hadn't been dragging-not remotely. When she'd had had the time to fit in a siesta was another visually deceptive trick. I hadn't spotted those flags.
Apparently, she resisted fatigue rather than succumb to it.
She settled against the opposite side of the tub, murmuring her approval of the water's pleasant setting. Her slim thighs swung apart yet further. Gradually, she centered her gaze on me. I couldn't identify the emotion those pupils contained, but there was a tantalizing, forbidden quality about them.
At the height of my study, I felt her toe at my pussy. My mouth dropped in awe. Before I determined it an accident, she wiggled it against me. I gasped. She affected gentle persuasion.
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned. Her soft flutter caught me by surprise. My nipples expanded thickly, and my pussy tightened. Euphoria hummed through my every cell.
Diane took my reaction a subsequent step. She sat up, dislodging her toe, and clasped my highly sensitive mound. She ran her thumb over my clit while exerting pressure. The distant ache Tom instilled returned with a vengeance. I could feel the jab of his hard dick all over again-as well as the tingling aftermath of orgasm.
Diane's arms went around me. I wasn't prepared for the kiss. Her tongue made a spellbinding introduction. Diane's lips were soft, provoking. She continued to grope me before I could take another breath. Ohhhhhhhhh. My warm, wet pussy was her target. She sank a finger into me, working it through my constriction.
"It's okay," she whispered after a slight pause when I stared wordlessly at her. "It's fantasy. Whimsy. Fun."
My breath came out fast. I trembled, compressing the air from my lungs.
"You're so juicy," she remarked, pumping me. Desire entered her voice. "Jesus, Paula, I can't help myself. I've got to have you."
I responded to her appetizing body. Lightheaded with lust, precipitated by a shortage of sleep, I floated with the dream. Her tit filled my hand nicely. I thumbed the outline of the nipple, inspiring its growth. The delectable nub swelled beneath my rotations. I elicited soft moans as I fondled her. Diane was a sweet undertaking.
I couldn't remember wanting a woman in the past, but Diane brought that impulse to the forefront. I shook with need. She gave me an appetite for pussy.
By endorsing her first, sizzling move, Diane proceeded more feverishly. She was without conscience, lowering her face between my legs. I elevated myself from the water, letting the bubbly water spill from my snatch. Diane communicated with her tongue. Suspended, I was overcome by that first, mind-rending slurp.
"Oh, Diane," I gasped, shivering as that hungry tip dove into me. She sliced right into my hot crevice, dabbing at my juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.
Reviewing my secret thoughts during our brief discussion, I couldn't determine at which point she made the decision to seduce me. I writhed against the side of the tub, subdued by the rhythm she affected.
Diane gulped down my excitement as quickly as it was manufactured. I couldn't help but ooze into that attached mouth. My clit burned at the wriggle of those persistent lips. She teased my love button to a disturbed level. My eyes rolled up in their sockets as I was subject to a flurry of prickling tension.
Although I was glad to have Diane eat me, I wanted to reciprocate. I didn't want to wait until I spasmed in her freckled face; I wanted her at that very moment.
We were arranged in a wanton configuration to start, but after a moment's squirming, we changed position. I managed to maneuver myself to her cunt without detaching that pleasure-giving tongue or splashing water over the side. Diane must have known of my intent, for she lent assistance. Her thighs went around my face in one smooth motion. Once again, I was of the impression Diane was no stranger to this form of sexual recreation.
"Eat me," she sobbed. "Suck my pussy."
Unsure of how to effectively perform that task, I simply reached in there with my tongue. Her soaked, pink flesh greeted me. From that instant, I switched on my female radar and operated by instinct.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, shuddering as I plunged into hot opening.
My eager tip divided her cunt lips with breathless precision. I traced those succulent barriers, deriving satisfaction from her tortured gasps. Either she had never had her pussy sucked so exquisitely, or it had been a long while since her last session. I was unbothered by either reflection. Her flavor turned me on.
Diane recovered shortly thereafter. Her tongue returned to my pussy, giving it her all. She thrilled me with several uninterrupted moments of intense licking. I sustained a high I didn't think possible. I, in turn, mouthed her until her quivering became almost uncontrolled. Our frenzied laps and arousing scents echoed in the room.
"More," I whispered, enjoying the commotion between my legs. I held securely to those slim thighs, weathering the storm before descending upon the source of her sweet nectar. "Mmmmmm. You taste so good, Diane. Oh, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhh," Diane whimpered, overwhelmed by my artistic flair. She came up for air, panting, while I fucked her with my tongue. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes, Paula. Do that. Keep doing that to me. Feels so good."
Her erect nipples dug into my flesh. The sensation was electrifying. Having those tits thumping against me made me numb.
Aroused, I gave her more terse commands. "Suck it," I ordered, jamming my pussy to her mouth. I had no reservations about disclosing my kindled passion. The words rolled off my tongue without hesitation. "Suck it, Diane."
"Mmmmmmmm," she responded, with her tip fluttering over every aching part. "Mmmmmm."
"Ohhhhhh. Oh Diane, baby. Yes! Eat me. Make me cum with that hot tongue."
Diane was quite the expert. She exhibited a style that robbed me of oxygen. Those delicate, knowledgeable fingertips made my pulse race. Her touch was searing. I somehow coped with the rush she afforded so I could retaliate. My subsequent slobbering were a shock to her system. I tongued her long and steadily, listening to her drone of ecstasy. Her pussy, warm and willing, consistently came back to my face for further assault.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "More, Paula. More!"
She loved every stroke. Her cunt got even more juicy, reacting from my slippery tongue. "Oh yeah, Diane. Let me eat it. Let me suck your pussy."
Diane didn't last much longer. She came, smearing my cheeks and nose with her drippings. Her squeals stirred me. "Oh, Paula. Oh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhh! I'm cumming, Paula, I'm cumming-"
She was tough to keep steady, jerking about, but I cupped her shapely buttocks and fed from her quivering mound. If she thought orgasm would put a bow on that episode, she was proven wrong. I planned on making her cum several times.
When her final throes ended, Diane went down on me with startling energy. Her tongue sank into my cunt so deeply, I trembled. While I assumed her strength had flagged, she was merely warming up to the task. She began licking me as though nothing short of my orgasm would bring her satisfaction. I quickly answered those frantic slurps, letting pussy and tongue join in heated battle. Stale air was trapped in my lungs. I got dizzy, ablaze with sweltering desire.
"Ohhhhhh," I whimpered, opening my legs to receive that hot, thrusting tongue. Adrenaline pumped madly through my veins as she speared through juicy tissue. Jesus, she was good. Each successive lash and nibble augmented her command. I almost lost it when she attacked my clit. Her blistering pucker more than sapped my strength. I clawed my fingers, then raked her ass. "Oh, God-"
"Mmmmmmmm," she vibrated through my soppage.
I was completely in her power. I gave myself over to the pleasuring suck she vented. I tried to go down on her again, but failed. The yearning, building between my legs and extending to every vessel, overwrote that impulse.
I arched my back, then shoved my pussy in her face. I moved my hips frantically to heighten gratification. Her saliva-drenched lips vigorously rubbed my cunt flesh, sending me into orbit. At last, I went over the edge. I came right in her face.
"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, shuddering with orgasm. "Ohhhh! Oh, Diane. Yes! Ohhhhh!"
Diane took my deafening cries as a positive sign. She took a moment to savor my joy. "Oh, wow. You were great. I'm still shaking from it."
We took our unraveling pleasure to my bedroom. We fell onto my bed.
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, writhing against that luscious force. Diane gratified me with her fingers. She gave a fabulous massage-but it was her mouth I wanted, between my legs.
Her touch was pure inspiration. My senses were electrified by those delicious, heat-seeking fingertips. I sobbed with delight, enjoying every second of the physical attention she directed.
She traced the soft, damp flesh between my legs. She wove her fingers through my thick, blonde thatch. Her thumb made contact with my clit. She rubbed it slowly, provoking an intoxicating moisture.
"Jesus," I whispered, aching for more of her magic fingers. In my mind, I pictured Diane slurping my cunt. I saw her tongue weave over my juicy snatch, gleaning the lips of their husky succulence. I watched her head bob as she devoured me, consuming the nectar that seeped from my cunthole.
I gazed over at my window and noticed my curtains were not drawn. I wondered if my neighbor was catching my little show.
My tits skimmed the sheets. I almost swooned from the sweet crackle when my erect nipples brushed them. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She cupped one of my tits and squeezed it. She licked my fingertips, then swirled saliva over the nipple. It felt so good.
I dropped my head to the mattress, my cheek flattened against the sheets. I let out tiny mewls as she resumed my hot cunt massage. I bucked my ass, keeping it elevated, swaying from Diane's exclusive benefit. Tickling enjoyment washed through me. She stuck a finger into my soaked crevice, then began to pump it. Faster and faster, she fucked me with her finger. I didn't want her to stop-it was too incredible. Creamy sounds echoed between my legs.
"Oh, God-I'm going to cum!" I moaned, ready for it. My body temperature rose to a boiling pitch. Her finger sped to release me from that agitated state. I shivered in delicious agony.
Quickly she displaced her finger with her rapid-fire tongue and sucked my pussy. The change in texture and sensation was startling-and exhilarating. I cried out as her limber tip probed my juicy snatch, then slurped its way back to my hot clit. God! The limits of my sanity were tested with each deepening stroke. Diane knew precisely how to bring me to swift climax. Her excited dabs drove me mad with desire. I felt her breath on my ass, whispering along the insides of my thighs as she gobbled me. I whimpered, my knees buckling with each successive lashing. I was giddy with joy while my flesh tingled.
We made the bed pitch from one extreme to the next with our frenzied action. It was a good thing neither of us was susceptible to motion sickness-we were in rare form.
"I always felt this way about you," she confessed in a whisper.
"Make me cum," I moaned, just before she buried her face in my snatch. "Please, make me cum-with your mouth, with your tongue. Eat it, Diane. Suck my pussy."
From the momentum shown by Diane's fast tip, she had definite intentions of complying. She lavished me with abundant spittle, propelled by an eager, heat-seeking tongue. My cunt lips were thoroughly cleaned by her flurry of licks. She repeatedly delved into my pink flesh until I begged her not to stop, not even for a moment's hesitation. I rocked my pussy to her face, shaking as never before. Her slurps had me heated up. I wanted nothing to break my fever. I curved my spine in an effort to maintain our connection, though it was cumbersome to my lower back muscles. Her saliva was like molten lava, searing me with its steamy drip. My clit was recipient to her vibrant slurps, causing me to drive my heels and elbows further into the bed.
The urge to cum was upon me. Prolonging these dizzying sensations was futile; they were quickly reaching a conclusion.
"Yes," I panted. "Eat me, sink that hot tongue into my pussy. Lick me. Devour me. Ohhhhhh!"
My orgasm was breathtaking. With Diane at the helm, it could be nothing less. The willingness and determination spent had my pulse racing. I almost threw her back as I shuddered, gulping air and forcing myself to maintain position.
Diane continued with her meal, gobbling me to the very end. My clit was swollen and throbbing.
I finally collapsed onto my stomach. The hot tickle of Diane's tongue followed me as I rolled back and forth, still quivering with orgasm. She did a sensational job of depleting me of strength. I was exhausted, cumming like that.
"I enjoyed that," she purred, snuggling up to me. She massaged my shoulders, then gravitated to my ass. "You're a treat to have, Paula."
Diane moved her pussy against my butt cheeks. The brush of her pubes was responsible for my hot quiver. She reached around to cup my snatch. I let out a gasp as she squeezed it. She immediately located my clit and began to stroke it.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, oh, God-" I choked, overcome by the sensation. Her effort to stimulate me amounted to wet fingertips. Juice trickled from my pussy. Her flair for the erotic massage contributed to my rattled condition.
She broadened my massage to offer maximum benefit. My cunt lips sucked at her tips. I was tempted to shove one into me, but resisted. Not yet-I was still sore from my last climax. She mouthed my neck, feeding it hot breath and saliva. She flicked my nipple, letting it spring to life. Its hard, bulging quality seemed to make her woozy. She obviously wanted to whirl me around and suck it. Instead, she pushed up against my ass and wiped me with her moist pussy. Her clit slipped over my soft, curvy flesh in a wake of an electric current. I made her want to cum by rubbing her cunt against my butt.
I rolled over and stared lustfully at her pussy. Diane's red thatch beckoned for my mouth. I opened her cunt lips, pinning them with my thumbs. Her juicy pink flesh made my pulse jump. I let out my tongue and slurped it. Her pussy had the taste of honey-rich and satisfying.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned from above. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, Paula, yes, more. Go deep. Swallow what I've got. Stroke me with that hot tongue. Warm me up with your sweet licks." She swayed to and fro, never wandering far. She knew my plan and welcomed it.
I curled my tip and probed her succulent folds. Diane oozed her excitement on my tongue. I was quick to lap the excess, steadily lapping the ample supply of nectar. Mmmmmmm. I loved Diane's flavor, feeling as though I could never have enough.
I ate her slowly, savoring the juice that flowed from her pussy.
I watched her clit expand before my eyes, but I delayed attacking it. I perceived her need to be licked there, but it would only make her cum fast. I was prepared to torture her at length before turning up the flame of desire a few degrees.
"Eat me, Paula, " she urged with a thrust of her hips. "Go ahead, suck me. Suck my pussy-lick my clit. Come on, eat it."
She grasped my head, forcing my mouth over her swollen love button. I gave it a light slurp, withholding my passion.
"Suck it," she panted, smearing my face with her hot drippings. "Now, there-ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
I managed to slip my tongue inside her pussy. Diane trembled as I dove into it, burying my face between her legs. I don't think she was equipped to handle it, for she exhaled sharply and fell heavily against the sheets. Those choked sobs afterward convinced me. In any event, she favored my approach. Getting fucked by a tongue probably ranked highest among her fantasies. I reamed her cunthole, dragging my tongue through the tight enclosure. I saw her nails claw the bedding. I had her shaking, stricken with a fever that steeply climbed. She shook, digesting every single dab, every single flick. At this point, I was unstoppable.
"Yes, oh, yes. Tongue-fuck me, baby. Sink it into my snatch. Faster, harder ... ohhhhhh!" she gasped, slamming her cunt into my face. At this point, she wanted all she could get.
Things got progressively out of control. I ate her feverishly without detaching my lips. I rubbed them against her snatch so tightly my thumbs weren't necessary. She stayed open for me-wild and delirious-surrendering to the onslaught of my creative slurps.
"Yes," she panted. "Gulp down my juices, suck my clit. See how hot you've gotten me? Yes, Paula, eat me, ohhhhh. Eat me!"
Our ecstasy was all-consuming. I passionately fed upon her juices. I wanted desperately to make her cum.
I felt her fingers clasp my scalp, guiding me in her frenzy. Gladly, I accepted instruction. Her cunt lips were filled with flavor, waiting to be lapped clean. Mmmmmm. I gave her my tongue, slicing into her uppermost regions. Her cries drove me onward. I was going to suck her to orgasm.
"Oh, God," she choked, thrusting her snatch at me. "Keep doing that. Don't stop. Please, don't stop " Her breath was ragged, her voice worn. Diane was close; I could tell.
I bore down, licking her into a stupor. Several more seconds of concentrated licking jarred her senses. Her flesh sweltered under the force of my tongue. I pushed my nose into her dense thatch, driven by its husky aroma. I never once relented in my pace, flicking at her clit until I felt her weaken, then grow numb.
"Ohhhhhh-I'm cumming!" she whispered. "I'm cumming. Ohhhhhh!"
Diane undulated for what seemed an eternity. Her cries escalated in pitch, matching the snap in her movements. I lapped her mound tenderly until her contractions eased. Leisurely, I lapped the remnants of her pussy juice while she stroked my head. For the moment, we were spent of our passion.
"That was so good, Paula," she told me, sighing. "You made me cum so hard."
"Me, too," I purred, curling up against her. "Me, too." .
"And to think ... this will always be available to us, because we're together."
CHAPTER SIX
Things between us rapidly cooled thereafter. It wasn't that I had no desire to repeat our fabulous session-Diane opened doors for me in a way I never dreamed-I simply had to catch my breath, and she hers (or at least, that was my assumption). Within several days of her moving in with me, I had expanded my sexual horizons beyond their previous scope. While we were together, none of the giant steps I took seemed pivotal; afterward they caused me agony.
In less than a week, I had submitted to casual sex of the untamed variety. I had given myself freely to one of her friends, then to Diane. Never in my wildest dreams had I suspected my capacity for lesbianism. That potential hadn't consciously existed-and, yet, I subscribed to it with open arms.
Diane detected my need for a slower transition and backed off. She was pleasant that next few days, without adding the edge of sexual tension. I was grateful for her sensitivity. To that end, I believed she was sincere in her affections for me
(based on the lustful confession whispered to me during our steamy coupling).
When at the office, I found myself gazing at her. I couldn't help myself. That pert redhead with the cheerful disposition represented an erotic enigma to me. She was capable of sexual intensity-and, yet, appeared shy and innocent. I thought of those red curls bobbing between my legs, gulping down my gushing juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I couldn't keep those combustible images from surfacing.
Diane did not provoke any new episodes. I waited for her to gaze longingly at me, to initiate sex in some manner, yet she refrained from doing so. There were no lingering caresses, no telltale glances-nothing that would have unleashed a storm of fresh passion.
Eventually, I reconciled myself to the inevitable. My rebellious sexuality fought for supremacy. I was ready to submit to her once again. I wanted that silken flesh of hers vibrating against mine, sending electrical charges to my system. I was thirsty for those perfumed secretions, too. Frustration rankled me. I wanted her, and as the days passed, the legitimacy of it became crystal clear.
The metamorphosis that had taken place was no longer the troubling event I had originally distinguished. I didn't care if I had gained an appetite for forbidden fruit; I only knew I no longer wanted to lag in obscurity. My day-to-day routine had grown intolerable. The glimpse of splendor Diane furnished me was much more to my liking.
Diane, obviously keen to the dissolution of my mores, made herself unavailable that evening. Throughout the day, my body ached for her touch. I yearned for her embrace so badly, I could taste it. My craving was discernible, and likely acknowledged-yet Diane, the mysterious sensualist, foiled that necessity.
I had decided I was going to throw myself at her, without warning, and see where that desperate measure took us shortly after arriving at the apartment. I was lust-starved and totally crazed. Mentally, I had staged an elaborate seduction. I was going to enter her room naked and start with an arousing massage. From there, I intended to lick that sweet pussy until all control deserted her. I hoped the favor would be returned, perhaps in a concurrent manner. My mind whirred at the possibilities.
Diane told me that she would be staying at the office for a short while longer, and suggested I go home ahead of her. I had expected to sit with her on the bus, with our thighs touching, and let the anticipation mount. I was unfortunately deprived of that thrill. Chomping at the bit, I endured that endless ride home. My brain was adrift with a number of scenarios, all of which converged in the bedroom. I was afraid I was going to be reduced to jumping her the moment she walked through the door.
I slipped on one of those teddies I found in the pages of a lingerie catalog, switched on the television and lazed across the sofa. I tried to put her impending arrival out of my mind, but the need for her touch became so imperative, I found myself flicking channels. My hand continually floated down to my pussy, where I applied a little warm-up. At one point, I had myself so charged, I couldn't stop and spasmed. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. After my wits were restored, I consulted the time on the VCR and noted the late hour.
I waited for her, my patience thoroughly exhausted. By nine o'clock, there was still no sign of Diane. Her lengthening absence incensed me. I saw no reason for her not being home. Diane had plainly stated her intention of completing a project she began late that afternoon, and then joining me.
I picked up the phone and started to dial her office number when the doorbell sounded. At last! I thought. She must have forgotten her keys. I was prepared to forgive her anything, as long as we had a night of uninterrupted passion ahead of us.
Checking my bewitching appearance in the mirror one final time, I hit the buzzer and waited for her at the door. A passionate reception lay in store for her. I was shaking with lust, ready to launch my assault, when my visitor rounded the step at the landing and glanced up at me. Instead of seeing Diane, I was stunned by the sight of Marc. A devilish smirk was leveled at my titillating visage.
"Well, that's more like it," he leered. "The true you. I always knew there was a hot woman lurking beneath that curbed exterior."
I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he neared me. He didn't look inebriated, but rather full of himself. I was disarmed by his strong virile grain. His muscles moved beneath his clothes. His extremely tight T-shirt and jeans left virtually nothing to the imagination. My heart was trapped in my throat. I could do little more than watch him climb the stairs, making his staggering approach.
"Diane isn't here," I stammered, attempting to internalize my quivering. Needless to say, I wasn't convincing in projecting an aloof attitude.
That hardly dampened his spirit. "I'll wait." He swaggered up to me, deliberately brushing my arm. Sparks resulted. I swallowed roughly. The very sight of him thrilled me, but I was determined to maintain my composure.
I didn't feel safe alone with him. It wasn't as though I thought he would hurt me-I simply didn't trust myself. "I don't think it's a good idea. She might not return for hours."
I immediately regretted telling him that. The glance he affected gave me goose bumps. "I don't mind."
My sexual barometer was thrown out of kilter. One minute, I was drooling over thoughts of Diane, and suddenly, I was subjected to the manly likes of
Marc. I was no longer sure what I wanted, but permitting him to stay was out of the question. The idea of knocking off a quickie with me might have appealed to him, but I was unhinged by it. The last thing I wished was for Diane to walk through the door and see us going at it.
"I prefer that you leave," I managed to say.
"Oh, yeah?" he chuckled, moving closer. "Why?"
"I don't have to explain," I hoarsely responded. "I see no reason for your staying here."
His hand advanced toward my bare thigh. We were a fraction from touching. "I do."
My pulse accelerated. I had no clue how to spar with him. How did one defend herself against someone she was fiercely attracted to? My pussy automatically tightened with excitement. My nipples strained against my teddy. These indications were quite conspicuous.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, Paula," he said in a husky voice. "I'm not one to bite."
"Who says I'm afraid?" I murmured, enduring that euphoric rush. My desire for him expanded as I peered into those blue eyes. My knees felt rubbery and threatened to buckle.
"It's okay to take what you want," he whispered, "as long as the other person is willing to give it."
Summoning the courage, I moved my hand between his legs. My fingers brushed his crotch. I rubbed him, my eyes never wavering.
Marc groaned.
Time seemed to come to an abrupt halt. The material beneath my fingers strained and tightened. The heat from his dick made my mouth dry. His lips brushed mine, provoking me into a heated kiss. I didn't avoid his tongue as it pushed its way through. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Marc cupped my buttocks and dragged me tightly to his highly aroused frame. I was engulfed with weakness as he fondled me. Marc breathed heavily, running his large hands over my sweet body. I moaned at his touch. His fingers delved into me with raw urgency, squeezing my ass. He communicated through a variation of sounds and expressions that I sensed with my intoxicating grope. I lowered my hands to the swell in his pants, massaging the thick shape of his cock and balls. His hard-on was stiff as a bone. I ground my palm to it. He smashed himself at me, willing me to satisfy my curiosity. His movements were rough, labored. Both of us panted in each other's face. His gasps echoed in the room, along with the rustling of our clothes.
Slowly, he pulled down his zipper. I didn't watch him take his cock out. I was too stimulated by his inflaming caress. Marc's dick waved at me, hard and thick.
He reached between my legs and cupped my mound. His thumb left a stirring imprint. Its warmth and moisture were his to manipulate. He negotiated the snaps of my teddy found by my crotch. With a simple twist of his fingers, my cunt was accessible. He touched my pussy, gasping as he drank in its sight. He fingered the furry lips, then used his thumb to separate them. A trickle of hot juice slithered onto him.
I swallowed hard, ill-prepared to be handled so intimately. I could not refute the ferocious churning in my groin, or the outpourings of lust.
My thoughts were fragmented by Marc's mouth as it enclosed mine. He inserted his tongue, probing my warm confines. My air supply was quickly endangered. His kiss was dizzying, exhilarating. He backed me to the wall, covering me with his man's body.
"Stroke me," he muttered.
My fist shifted back and forth, feeling his heavy pulsations. Although I had previously seen that monster, it seemed larger than I recollected. He was thick and long, brimming with power. I weakened upon contemplating that massive thing smashed between my legs.
"My God, you're enormous," I panted.
"It'll be the best you ever had."
"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered. "Diane's bound to come home any minute and find us."
"Don't worry about it." In a bid to banish my concern, he sank to his knees and buried his face in my crotch. A wonderful wet tickling took hold. His tongue slurped skillfully at my clit, tracing my cunt lips.
"Oh, my God," I moaned, slamming against the wall. I emptied my lungs of air. I shivered with delight, basking in that spectacular sensation. It was fabulous, I thought, throwing my head back, letting out strange little moans. I pet his head, watching his tongue work furiously. He made my pussy wet. Juice was in abundance, paving the way for his entry. The aroma of cunt filled the air, its musky scent intensifying my pleasure. My fingers dug into his scalp as a different feeling came over me-a marvelous, vitalizing rush that mounted, building in intensity.
"Mmmmmmmm," I heard him growl, delving into the furthermost recesses of my snatch. "Mmmmmmmm."
"Marc," I panted, "please, don't stop."
"You're going for the full ride," he chuckled, then dove into my cunt with renewed determination. His tongue was an ecstasy-seeking member, steering me toward regions of unexplored indulgence.
I caressed my rock-hard nipples, bringing them to full erection. Scooping up my tits, I squeezed them with all my might. My cunt rocked in Marc's face. He received it with complete delectation.
"You like getting your pussy sucked, eh?" Marc enjoyed my frenzied twisting. He had every intention of giving me more of his expert tongue.
I was unable to contain my excitement. "Yeah.
Do it. Taste me. Taste all of me. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Suck that pussy. Fuck me with your tongue."
"That's not the only tip that's going to be inside that sweet pussy of yours," he promised.
If I thought Marc perceptive in promoting my heated response, then his ability to please me nearly caused a loss of consciousness. His urgent movements between my legs escalated my pleasure. I arched my back, receiving his hot licks. I smeared his face with pussy, drenching wet. His tongue darted in and out with uncontrolled zeal, lapping my clit, then exploring areas that made my hips jerk wildly in his grip.
"Oh, God," I exhaled sharply. "I love the way that feels. It's so good. Oh, yes."
The muscles in my legs tightened. Air hissed from between my clenched teeth. Oxygen was immobilized in my lungs. I felt lightheaded, feverish. An overpowering series of spasms racked my body. I became victim to a staggering seizure-one I wanted to last and last.
"Ohhhhhh," I whimpered, clawing at Marc's head. His tongue never slackened, sustaining its delirious tempo.
I never thought to have such a shattering orgasm. Its intensity left me weary yet refreshed. I considered Diane's ability to make me climax; Marc's approach was wildly different. I was unable to choose which was better-they both afforded me immense pleasure.
While I attempted to recover, Marc wasn't missing a beat. He rose to his feet, then guided his cock toward my moist cunthole. He was anxious to relieve himself after witnessing my steamy performance.
"Oh, Marc-" I cried out, just as he drove into me. My eyes opened wide as his cock charged through me, sinking into squishy pulp. Ohhhhhhhh. His size excited me. I never felt quite as filled by a man. That thing curled my toes as he jammed it to the thick base.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, fucking through the tightness of my pussy muscles. "Let me put the whole thing in that juicy cunt. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I'll bet nobody else has gone this deep. Yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." He had me pinned to the wall. He burrowed into my snatch, giving it everything he had to offer. I moaned as it sliced into me, prying me open, giving me the thrill of my life. I writhed, taking him high in my pussy.
"Isn't it sweet?" he gasped, sinking himself into my juicy snatch. "All that juicy squish makes my dick tingle. Oh, yeah." He shoved himself harder, feeding me his hard member.
"You wanted this, too," I moaned. "You came here for me, not Diane. Admit it."
He looked at me. "Yeah, I did. I wanted you the other night. I settled for Tif, but I couldn't get you out of my head. Even when I was in her cunt, I kept thinking it was you."
He slid back and forth until I could gaze at him no longer. I was overcome and horny. I undulated against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn't want him to see my face and show him how I ached from his cock. Locked in his intimate embrace, it seemed natural to relay my satisfaction. "Fuck me, baby," I managed to say. "Fuck me with your big dick. It feels so good. Pump me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I like it like that."
"Oh, yeah," he grunted, then slammed himself whole in my pussy.
Burying the full length of his cock inside my pussy, he anchored my ass to the wall. That enjoyable sawing motion took me by storm. My mouth dropped open as that hard dick sliced through my slick snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I scraped his shoulder with my teeth, then raked that powerful back with my nails. Eventually, I fondled those flexing buns of steel as they achieved their devastating pump. Not even my plunging fingers interrupted their feverish activity.
"It goes so deep," I whispered at the increased vigor of his strokes. He sank that rigid shaft far into my unlocked hollow, its friction torching my loins. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Keep going, baby. Keep going."
"Sure thing, baby," he muttered, sliding in and out of me. After taking a few moments of jabbing me with that swollen cock, he seized my ass and rigorously speared me until I shuddered.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered. "Oh, yes.
Drive yourself into my warm cunthole. Give it to me nice and hard. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."
"Ahhhhhhhhh," he groaned, sticking that monstrosity into me. I absorbed the impact of his need. He tried to be gentle, but the sweet friction I afforded him lured him into an animalistic mode. "Swing that hot pussy to me. Wrap me with those juicy lips."
Each thrust had the walls of my pussy stretch to receive that throbbing mass. I had him fully encased, palpitating in my nectar-rich folds. I loved when he moved through me, heightening my joy. I was glad to finally have him captured between my legs. The sensations that hummed through me were indescribable, their magnitude stifling.
I still wasn't keen on Diane discovering us, but was unable to separate myself from that pistoning cock.
His mouth covered my trembling lips, inserting his tongue and purging those cares from my mind. My flesh was moist with sweat, streams swirling about my tits. His hands slipped over them, pumping our firmness. I was too slick for him to maintain his grip. He slid his hands under my ass and brought my cunt lips flush with his pummeling groin. He delved his fingers into my hot flesh while his strokes came quicker, harder. Each time he slammed into me, my toes curled, my back arched. I let out a moan as he fed me rigid dick.
"Jesus, your cunt is so wet."
"Ohhhhhhhh. You're the one who's responsible for that."
"I'm getting so close. I can't fight the urge. Watching your face makes me want to cum-watching it and feeling my dick go through those tight cunt lips, grabbing my meat."
"I want you to cum in me now. I want to feel you squirt, your hot jizz splashing inside my pussy."
"Grind your pussy against me," he commanded. "Nice and hard. Twist up and compress your muscles. Let your snatch hug my dick. God. You're the tightest I've ever had. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Oh, yes. Keep fucking me," I ordered while his bone-solid cock made sweet vibrations with my clit.
Orgasm was within my reach. It was going to happen, whether I wanted it or not. He kept rubbing his thing against my magic button, harder and harder, driving me over the edge. I squirmed, fastening my legs about his. I began my climb, the ascent steady and certain. Oh, God, I thought, I couldn't stand it. I was cumming, cumming.
"Oh, Marc," I moaned, ramming my pussy to him with all the strength I could muster. "You've done it to me again. I can't help myself."
"Can't handle it, huh?" he teased, fucking. "Too much for you. Admit it, I'm the best you ever had."
"Yes," I murmured, quivering. "Oh, yes, the best."
"I'm gonna make you cum again, then I'm gonna cream inside your warm snatch. Then you're gonna suck my cock."
"Anything," I muttered. "I'll do anything you say."
Suddenly, he removed himself from my pussy and turned me around.
"What ... what are you doing?" I asked, disliking the empty feeling between my legs.
"Relax. This will be good."
Obediently, I permitted him to rearrange me. He parted my thighs, then slid into position from behind.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as his hard-on slipped back into my cunt. His cock felt bigger, more satisfying. He reached farther into my snatch, making contact with areas I hadn't thought possible. He jammed me, his balls slapping my ass. He seemed to delve further into my clutching hole. He reached my soft center with each and every thrust. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Marc. Oh, my God. Yeah. I want more of that. More. Please."
He clamped me by the waist and worked himself in and out of my juicy snatch. "I enjoy a little doggie," he grunted. "Mmmmm. Sure like the view. You've got a great ass. Nice buns. Oh, yeah." Marc gasped as he lurched forward and got swallowed by my cunt. I was hot, juicy. The urge to cum was upon him, and was barely ignored. It would be so easy to shoot inside me while pumping my pussy. He decided to prolong his pleasure, however. The reduced ferocity of his strokes was a sure sign. "How's that, baby? Good, huh?"
The fever escalated in my body. "I think ... I'm going to cum again."
"Not so fast, baby. Slow down. Enjoy it. Make it last. Don't let yourself keep getting off so quickly."
"How can I when it feels so damn good?" I sobbed. "Everything you've done has been incredible. I can't help myself. Ohhhhhhhhh." I shut my eyes, shaking. "I'm cumming again."
My clit tingled as I came. Marc refused to decrease his rhythm even a fraction. I still heard the wet bounce of our flesh as his groin connected with my ass. The seizure overwhelmed me, taking me by force. I abandoned myself to it as my gorgeous ass swayed.
"God," I wept. "I wanted you so much. I wanted this to happen." I couldn't believe I admitted that to him, but the words spilled from my lips.
"I know, baby. I could tell."
His cock continued to plow into me, causing one orgasm after another. I moaned each time, urging him to persist. His thrusts robbed me of air, but I had long since tossed my cares aside. Marc had lived up to the fantasies that whipped through my head.
Several orgasms later, Marc showed signs that his staying power had ruptured. He moved more frantically from behind, sending his big cock home. "Are you ready for it, baby? I'm going to cream in your pussy.
"Pump it all in me," I begged. "Don't hold back. Give me every drop."
"Gonna flood you," he muttered. "Arrrggghhhh. Ugggggghhhhhh! Ugggghhhhhh!" He exploded, pouring his entire load into my warm pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I gasped. "There's so much. Oh, yes." I felt it gush into my hungry pussy. My eyes rolled upward as he emptied himself into me. My face was flush with the wall, my nails practically scraping the paint. I rotated my ass slowly, making it better for him.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Diane had no knowledge of Marc's visit-at least, that was what I believed. He left long before she came home.
I was somewhat angry with her for having stalled me. She never bothered to explain why she hadn't returned as promised. The subject never arose. Having fucked her boyfriend, I felt the score strangely evened.
A few nights later, she came home with Jon-the artist she had fooled around with at our little gathering. I was in my room at the time they showed up and made no effort to be sociable. Their laughter and whispers informed me of their intentions. Within minutes, I heard her moans travel across the apartment. Those soft, throaty sobs reverberated, enlightening me of her bliss. I had total recall of Jon: dark-haired, ominous looking, irresistibly sensual. I thought of his cock digging into Diane's squishy folds and smiled. I understood the extent of her ecstasy. I had fantasized about Jon myself. He might have that rough, intimidating exterior, but he represented heart-pounding satisfaction.
I gazed out the window of my bedroom into my neighbor's place. For the past few days, I hadn't paid much attention to her of late. The action I'd been getting rivaled hers-possibly exceeding it.
My neighbor was sprawled across her bed with her hand between her leg. She had on a teddy, similar to the one I'd donned the night before. Her finger inched deeper into her pussy as some seductive thought became entrenched.
A candle flickered on the table in front of her bed. My neighbor seemed to have a preference for them. She studied the flame as her finger penetrated her snatch. Her heels dug into the mattress and her back curved. The wax yielded, unable to challenge its intensity. Its flowery fragrance was released to the air and heightened her sexual awareness.
I watched her snapping hips. The sensations that consumed her seemed almost too delicious to endure. Her thumb was present at her clit, gently rubbing the swollen nub. Moisture seeped from her cunt. I could practically hear the slick sounds produced by her probing finger.
Her display made me wet. I thought about Marc's tongue, slurping at my abundant moisture. A degree of roughness, a style foreign to that of Diane's, had held great appeal.
Abruptly, my neighbor withdrew her finger. She didn't seem to want to feel her flesh. She longed for something not attached to her going into her pussy. I could tell she wanted a cock, but did not have one handy to provide her that much-needed sensation.
My neighbor then did something I had never seen before. She reached into the drawer of a night stand and pulled out a dildo. It was the last thing I expected to envision.
A surge of passion appeared to possess her. Grasping the base, she placed the rounded tip near her sopping entrance. I'm sure she pretended a man had mounted her with the longest, stiffest cock. Her eyes were closed to perpetuate that image. Her mouth dropped open as she planted the dildo's head beneath her moist pussy lips. The introduction of an inanimate object forced her lips apart. She cried out-a sob I was unable to hear. She pushed it a little more, stirred by the series of sparks that ran through her.
Whew! I thought. She was fucking herself with it. For my neighbor, that thick piece of rubber was flesh, connected to a man. A hard, pulsating cock sliding into her pussy. She ached to have more inside her. Its solid texture answered the fever in her pussy. Slowly, she added to what had already been inserted. The dildo met with hot, squishy wetness. To her, it was a horny man lowering himself into her cunt.
Inside my own apartment, I heard Diane wail. "Yeah, baby, give it to me. Get it in there. Ohhhhh. Come on, baby, fuck me with it. Fuck me good."
Jon's strained grunts resounded. If the squeak of her bed springs were any indication, he seemed to relish servicing her needs.
I felt my nipples swell as I watched my neighbor undulate. Every vessel in my being sizzled. I was charged by the prodding of that dildo while listening to my roommate getting fucked. Diane provided the audio, my neighbor, the visuals. My neighbor removed that monstrous thing from her cunthole, moist with her drippings, and swirled it over her love button. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It provided me a rush. Frantically, she dragged it back and forth, making herself cry out. She was electrified by the hot jerking motion. I was turned on, observing her getting off.
"Fuck me harder!" Diane implored. "Yeah. Harder! I want it so much."
Flinging her head from side to side, slamming it into the pillow, my neighbor worked her dildo. Her thrills were amplified by its frenzied application. She grit her teeth and came. I knew she had-that spasmodic jerking was a dead giveaway. The assault was obviously more than she could physically tolerate.
Her orgasm lasted several heart-pounding moments. She shuddered violently, rotating the dildo in its succulent hollow. She ran her free hand over her nipples, which had mushroomed into large stubs. The slow, luxuriant motion of her palm and the perpetual rumbling of her hips alluded to what I termed "electrical satisfaction."
It was then that I noticed she had company in her room. A man sat at the foot of her bed, staring at her. Initially, I thought it an illusion, until he made no further attempt to hide in the shadows. He entered the circle of light created by the burning candle. His dark pupils glowed, digesting her performance.
That was not the same man I saw there the previous Friday. He was a tall man, probably six-foot-six, with dark hair and a virile profile. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing an extremely hairy chest. His arms were heavily muscled, his hands large. I was instantly seized by a jump of lust.
His eyes took in the lush curves of my neighbor's body. I felt my pussy tighten in anticipation. I began to realize that her wanton behavior was a deliberate stimulant. She meant to arouse him-fiercely arouse him. She had played with herself for his exclusive benefit.
He went to her, placing his hands on her tits. His enormous thumbs stroked her nipples. They looked much too rough to do her traumatized body much good, yet my neighbor visibly enjoyed it.
His face was an inch from hers. He let out his tongue just as she opened her lips. She caught it and drew it inside her mouth. Her darting tip awaited him, dancing about with passion. They came together in a passionate kiss, their bodies vibrating with want. My neighbor appeared overcome with weakness. He cupped her ass, filling one hand with nearly both cheeks.
If his hands were indicative of other appendages, I shivered at the thought of how enormous his cock was.
My neighbor began to undress him. She peered up into his eyes as each of the buttons were undone. The look he vented was so intense, my pussy throbbed. Hunger fueled my veins. For some reason, I thought of Jon. The man certainly resembled him. Or course, he wasn't the unshaven-looking brute to whom Diane was giving a jarring ride. No, the man in my neighbor's bedroom was brutally handsome and of higher financial standing. The muscles that rippled beneath her touch appeared the product of a personal trainer. The clothes he wore were of an expensive cut. Even his hairstyle instilled the impression of affluence.
He was so tall, she had to tilt her head back in order to hold her gaze of him. He towered over her. There was something inexplicably sensual about men of his height in comparison to my own. My neighbor was of standard height, as was I. That man had to be a giant. Every component of his being seemed greater in proportion.
The shirt slipped from his shoulders, revealing a massive chest with a forest of hair. She ran her fingers through the dark ringlets. She familiarized herself with his body in a way that left me restless.
She circled his nipples, scratching them lightly with her nails. They appeared to be hard pebbles, surrounded by toned flesh. His Adam's apple rippled as she caressed them. She repeated the action, immersing her fingers into his flesh.
The man didn't even flinch. Instead, his breathing deepened. The gentle rise and fall of his torso sent me reeling. It was increasingly difficult for me to carry my surveillance forward. I was incredibly horny.
My neighbor's fingertips trailed down his flat board stomach. He revelled in her butterfly caress. Her style was teasing, provoking. His cock, reacting from feminine groping, began filling out the front of his pants. I caught sight of his dick enlarging. The outline of his huge member nearly split his zipper.
"Wow," I whispered hoarsely, taken by its measurement. I had guessed he was hung, but to witness the growth of something so giant gave me the shivers. I pushed my face up to the glass, straining to see it. I was surprised neither of them noticed me.
My neighbor was aroused by that bulging shape, too. A hunger seized her, along with the knowledge that she probably would very soon have something hard in her mouth.
His pants were unsnapped with urgency. She pulled the zipper over his swollen shaft. I was amused by her difficulty to get past the wide ridge.
Rather than maneuvering his erect cock through the opening, she yanked down his pants.
His face told me the whole story. I saw him shake as her breath grazed his naked skin. A sharp exhalation was displayed in the form of a contracted chest when her face was level with his cock. The cock extended from him like a bridge, long and solid.
I stared at his thing in awe while my neighbor rid him of his pants. That was one well-developed cock, if I did say so myself. He almost rivaled Marc.
He drew her to him. His arms were like steel bands enclosing her sweet nudity. Her nipples dug into his flesh.
My neighbor was very excited, a hot woman. She looked forward to what appeared to be several hours of nonstop sex.
They climbed in bed, anxious to stimulate each other. My neighbor trembled, overwhelmed with lust. She was confused where to start.
The man had his own blueprint. He cranked open her long, slender legs with his hand and pared back her flowery cunt lips. She had a pliable snatch. Her trench shimmered in moist glory.
He stroked her heaving breasts and pinched her nipples into little nubs of erect flesh. She groaned and writhed beside him. He ran his hands down her body and between her luscious, quivering thighs. Her pussy was wet. Her expression alone was proof that she wanted him and would submit totally.
From the direction of Diane's room, her screams escalated. "Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck my hot pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Harder. Ram it in there."
Jon's hoarse breathing punctuated what was obviously a vigorous session. I heard flesh slap flesh. He apparently complied with her wishes.
I groped my sopping wet mound. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Jon was such an animal. In studying the man with my neighbor, I couldn't help compare him with Jon. I came to realize how deeply he aroused me. I wished I could switch places with Diane and receive that hard, penetrating cock. Mmmmmmm. Jon was an appetizing man, prepared to service my needs.
I returned to the scene that played out in my neighbor's bedroom. Her body moved against his with undulating sensuality. He groped her flesh, his experienced fingers touching the most sensitive areas and letting yearning surge through her every responsive part. From her tits to her snatch, she was visibly charged. Even her toes curled as he traveled the length of her ripe flesh.
I panted, tingling with passion. I couldn't believe he generated that much enthusiasm merely through his swerving touch. Her cells seemed to hum beneath his fingertips, hungry for the sensations they were fed. I ached for a sample of that bewildering swirl.
His hand cupped her head and pressed down. Urgency was conveyed in his abrupt movement.
The physical encouragement was unnecessary. My neighbor eagerly obeyed with luscious lips and flicking tongue. That hard thing growing between his legs entranced her. She could no sooner take her eyes from it than she could prevent her mouth from absorbing it.
She slid down the length of his body, working her way toward his throbbing cock. Her tongue danced over his firm, developed flesh, tasting hair, inhaling his manliness. He was so fiercely masculine, so unforgettably exciting that she could scarcely wait to have him.
She licked his skin, molding her lips to glean his flavor. I wondered how his cock tasted. Given her pleased look, it was undoubtedly yummy. Mmmm. He probably had a real man's flavor. A ravenous need stemmed from that initial flick. She longed to get her mouth around his dick and suck him hard-suck him until he spurted heavily down her throat.
He clenched his fists as she drifted over his balls and cock. My neighbor was anxious to eat him. He detected her urge to blow him by thrusting toward her face. Waiting for those sensual lips to fasten about his dick had to be sweet agony.
Finally, a slurp was applied. She dabbed him with hot saliva, her darting tip toying with the domed head. The contact she made sent his senses whirring, as evidenced by the lines of tension that showed on his face.
He gasped, then sank his head into the pillow.
His shoulders sagged into the bed. Her limber tongue ventured, moistening his cock. He permitted her to make all of it wet and get it all sucked.
Her tongue danced around his cock. She enjoyed him in that fashion, for it afforded her a chance to prepare him for swallowing. She had to work toward that goal. He was enormous. It would take considerable concentration and effort to ease him down her throat.
Her mouth opened just as he pushed his bloated cockhead toward it. She covered it with her silken lips, swirling her tongue around and around the sensitive rim.
His reception to her application of moisture was widely displayed. Although I couldn't hear his hoarse encouragement, I could tell he loved every curl, every dab, every slurp. His bliss registered clearly.
He pushed with his hips, introducing a larger part of his dick to her sucking lips. She absorbed it, fanning her fingertips over the taut skin of his balls. Her tongue was put to greater use, flicking the heavy vein back and forth until he filled her mouth. She clamped him hard, wanting to encounter those rich palpitations.
His resemblance to Jon-solely in my mind-sent my finger straight to my clit. I rubbed while watching my neighbor suck off her man. I dug into those squishy folds, following the growth and vibrations of my love button. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why hadn't I encouraged Jon the previous weekend, when he regarded me with those raw, critical eyes. He had wanted me then. I should have set aside my uneasiness and gone with that instinct.
My neighbor worked her lips down that man's shaft. Its size made her hornier by the second. Most of her boyfriends were only six or seven inches; with him, there was no contest. It wasn't just length. He was wide. She quivered while blowing him.
Her inner muscles relaxed and he slid into her throat. I kept wondering how she would be able to breathe around that thing. It took every ounce of skill to proceed, but she managed to swallow his cock. Ohhhhhhhh. She sucked on it hard and good, enjoying him in that manner.
The man's head dropped to the pillow while pressing his groin to her face. He fed it to her, watching her lips cover it. Her tongue danced up and down, affecting a mesmerizing waltz. Its orchestration made him stretch and throb. I watched him flinch as she gobbled him up.
When she had sufficiently pumped him with her luscious lips, my neighbor began to ascend. Now it became a simple task to rub her mouth where she wished, gorging herself with cock, then withdrawing. His intense reaction to her abilities spurred her. She couldn't seem to get enough of his manly vibrations, his guttural sounds, nor his large hands steering her head. All of it provided thrills the likes of which she obviously hadn't known.
She mouthed his cock, grabbing and tickling and lapping. Her lips snared his hard dick, rippling over its throbbing surface. Her blonde hair occasionally spilled over his lap, but was immediately brushed aside. Neither of them wanted his view obstructed. My neighbor's consumption was purposefully staged to gain maximum attention.
He looked ready to convulse, yet refrained from discharging in her mouth. Why should he when her cunt was available? He pulled her mouth off his dick, watching as the saliva oozed down his pulsating flesh and her eyes flashed. He wanted to see her face as he fucked her, as well as hear her moan as his cock plunged into her again and again.
He climbed over her, and indicated she lay on her back. Her legs spread for him, anxious to lock about his hips. His cock stood rigidly straight, aimed at her sopping cunt lips. He knelt in front of her, his knees buried in the mattress. The rise and fall of his massive chest told her how aroused he was.
I couldn't suppress the urge to massage my clit. The mounting excitement commanded it. "Ohhhh," I sobbed, scorched by that image. My love button was red-hot and eager. I didn't want to miss a beat.
I continued to dream about Jon and having him push his big thing into my cunt. I kept thinking about it diving into my sluiced depths, burying itself right up to the balls. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Diane's moans continued to climb. He was giving her nonstop sex, and she breathlessly welcomed it.
The man cupped my neighbor's ass and lifted her to him. His cockhead parted her juicy pussy lips. The effect of her tingling moisture was instant. It was impossible for him to contain his fierce arousal. His body apparently ached to plunge roughly into her, for their flesh to merge. He pulled her to him, sinking his cock into that hot, cushiony snatch. He scooped her little tush with his hands and brought it repeatedly to his erect cock. In and out, he fucked her sweet little pussy.
My neighbor bit her lip. She shuddered, feeling him enter her cunt. The strain of his separating her walls, penetrating her pussy could not be anticipated. She dug her fingers into his arms, but he was oblivious. More of him pushed into her cunthole, more of that thing attached to his body. Her head tilted back, reveling in the glory of being united. She moaned, taking him into her pussy, surrendering to that big dick.
Their feverish activity excited me. I longed to hear his harsh breathing while that thing jammed its way into my wet opening. I practically felt how stiff he was. My finger wiggled frantically, turning me on. I panted at how hard that dick got, and that he was fucking her with it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. All the air was compressed from my diaphragm as he brought it deeper into her cunt. She twisted animatedly beneath him, fighting to catch her breath. He shoved himself into her, burying all he had into her pussy. Their groins smacked together in a heated rush. They were deliciously joined and reveled in that knowledge.
I was certain that felt good, having a man in her pussy. She rocked beneath him, giving him an anxious cunt to stuff. He took advantage of all that juicy flesh wriggling before him and rammed into it. My neighbor's bliss was complete. Her spine curved as he pounded into her, urging him to fit all he could into that slippery hole.
The man did not hold back. He pumped her snatch with his throbbing dick, grabbing her sweet buns and crushing her to him before easing it back. She seemed light as a feather in his hands, yielding to his strength. She looked totally committed to giving him pleasure. She appeared to savor his cock running back and forth inside her cunt lips, grinding against her swollen clit. Her squeals of joy obviously propelled him.
She tried to watch it sink into her cunt, but was so consumed by the passion it afforded that she merely closed her eyes and surrendered to the flurry of sensations.
My neighbor accelerated the speed of her hips, fighting to get every bit of him in her. His dick sliced through her juicy cunthole and made sweet connection. She pushed and pulled harder. His features were pinched from all that energy fighting against him, grabbing at his dick. He could not rid himself of the rush plunging into sweaty hot flesh gave him. His face reflected gratification.
Fever claimed my body. Watching her pussy gobble up his cock made me extremely horny. The sounds reverberating from the other room intensified my appetite. I gasped as he crammed all he could into her gaping snatch. He was lifting her, fitting that enormous shaft between her legs, nearly causing her eyes to cross in getting every last inch embedded. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
My neighbor sank her nails into the pillow beneath her head. Her mouth dropped open to emit a passionate cry-a cry I could only imagine.
Seeing her enjoy his thing turned him on. He clutched her ass cheeks and dragged her cunt lips over his throbbing dick. He packed it into her, glowing from the tight adaptation. Her pussy looked snug, flowing with moisture. He rammed it again and again, taking satisfaction in its hot, crushing fit. He pushed his member into that sweet crevice, then dragged it out.
My neighbor moaned, exhilarated by his need. His hardness was splitting her apart, forcing her to respond. There was no faking it. She enjoyed what he was doing; I could tell. Feeling that cock, having it fuck her allowed no false admissions. She twisted herself to his impaling member, grinding her snatch to the thick base. She craved whole penetration. She couldn't get enough of its dizzying high.
"Fuck it," I heard Jon groan from the darkness of my apartment. "Fuck it, baby. Let it fuck you. Let it go all the way into your pussy. Oh, yeah."
"You're so big," Diane moaned. "Oh, Jon. Ohhhhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
I swallowed roughly, affected by all those things. I watched that man plunge himself entirely into that succulent clench. I massaged my clit until I knew, without a doubt, I'd be joining them in orgasm. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
"Jon, you're making me cum," Diane declared. "Oh, yes, I'm going to cum."
"Let's do it together," he gulped. "Let me feel you cum around my dick. Squeeze it with all you've got. Yeah, baby, fuck that dick. Cum. Yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Diane sighed as the spasms hit her. "Oh, my God! Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
I stroked my clit until I arched my back and spasmed. An agitation began in the pit of my groin and blossomed. My convulsion gained strength and momentum. Soon, my entire body vibrated with lasting pleasure. I felt as though Jon had brought me to that shuddering pinnacle, along with Diane.
I bit my lip and fought from moaning. My toes curled as I writhed, cumming. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I gasped in the darkness. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
I slowly regained consciousness a while later. The room was swathed in shadow. The sounds of the traffic below were reduced to occasional honking.
Before I was able to get up, however, I saw someone kneeling on bed. The additional weight caused my springs to creak. My heart pounded. I pierced the murky light, realizing it was Jon. His knees were positioned on either side of my legs, and his cock jutted. He massaged that enormous shaft while studying me.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, although the purpose of his visit was blatantly clear.
He moved up the length of my body without taking his hand off his dick. Its skin was still slick from Diane's juices. He breathed harshly while stroking it. I couldn't take my eyes off that thing, recounting Diane's evoked pleasure while it sawed through her cunt. The fact he snuck into my room to observe my slumbering figure hardly bothered me. I remembered that I slipped off into a daze after masturbating. My orgasm had been propelled by images of him.
Jon looked much better in the mute light. His scruffy face precipitated my desire. His hair-rough body, hewn with muscle, made my mouth water.
He was drawn to me. I could tell how badly he wanted to give me that present he fondled.
"Where's Diane?" I asked.
Jon refrained from answering any of my questions. He made no attempt to touch me, either. His hand stayed on his cock, stimulating it with a back and forth motion.
Moisture oozed from my pussy. I supposed I didn't care why he deserted Diane in favor of me. I wanted him-that moment. My hand gravitated to my breasts. Jon wordlessly watched. I caressed them, tracing their curves and circling the nipples. My nubs protruded through my bra. "Ohhhhhhhh," I sobbed, riveted to the sight of that swollen shaft. A simple glance informed me why Diane moaned so much from it-Jon was massive. She must have felt that thing deep in her body. I had to play with myself. I ran my fingers all over my body while he watched. I kept wishing he was the one touching me. I yearned for those big hands, preparing me for entry. I slipped my hand into my panties and jiggled myself. It felt good getting my finger on my clit. I jerked at the instant contact was made. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Jon swallowed loudly, susceptible to my seductive rhythm. He clutched himself more fiercely, enthralled by my provocative exhibit.
"I want you," I said in a husky tone. "I want you to satisfy me-like you did Diane."
The juicy sounds that emerged from my plunging fingers sent him over the edge. Jon stepped up to my face and pressed his cock to my mouth. He swelled against my trembling lips. The heavy pulsations were unmistakable. He had grown to enormous size, bulging furiously to my utter delight. I massaged him with my cheek, purring.
"Oh, wow," I whistled, gazing at his equipment.
"That's what I need."
"Think you can handle it, baby?" he muttered, giving me a moment to drool.
I caressed his throbbing engorgement. "Oh, yeah. I want it. I want to lick every inch and make it slippery. Mmmmmm."
Jon stretched, an admirable extension of flesh. His cock was thick, long-a real throat-bender. "Put your mouth on it."
I didn't have to be asked twice. My lips parted, airing warmth over his erect member. Saliva ran from my tongue as I coursed over the bulbous head. His tremors were evident when I darted at him. Although he tried to maintain his composure, my licking made him frantic. I perceived his yearning to be orally embraced, yet resisted. What I was willing to do would be vastly more satisfying.
My limber tip traveled around the rim of his bloated crown. I affected a weaving tickle that precipitated a wild beat. My slurps were imaginative as I widely distributed saliva to various sections. My scalding lashes thoroughly aroused him. He grabbed my head and tried to force himself into my mouth, but I jerked away. He would have to settle for this brand of foreplay-I made that abundantly clear.
I tasted Diane. I knew her flavor. Mmmmmmm. I sucked her very essence from his cock. It was almost as if I was sucking her pussy.
After a few gasping moments, I resumed lapping him. I got his cock juicy with spit, my tongue curling in all directions. No area of his elongated skin stayed dry.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I murmured, stirring him one flick at a time. I traced the veins on his dick, endowing him a stream of bubbles in the wake of my fever-provoking tip. I pursued the heavy vein of his underside, vibrating upon descent, until Jon struggled to breathe. My journey did not end at the base, but rather continued with his balls. I slurped over them; even the stray hairs met inclusion. "Mmmmmmm. You taste good." I rotated over each one, shamelessly slobbering him. "You taste exactly the way a man ought to. Mmmmmmmm."
Jon tolerated the slow-building fury of my tongue. He withstood a second attempt to shove himself into my mouth. His hands went around my head, however, and guided me to the vicinity of inflamed interest. He showed me exactly where to lick. I obliged him. Mmmmmmmmmm. He trembled when I reached his number one escalation point: the base of his cock. I tongued it frantically, perceiving his delirium.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, there. Uhhhhhhhh. Don't stop."
His dick stood upright, pulsating. I gave him several uninterrupted moments with my wriggling tip before providing the ultimate surprise. He was shaking when my mouth went over his cock. I took him in a sudden, ambitious swallow.
"Jesus Christ," he gasped, buried in my throat. His breathing became labored as I sucked hard on him. My lips were practically grafted to his skin as I achieved maximum suction. He wasn't the least prepared for my hot, quivering grip. He threw back his head, then lost control of himself. I couldn't escape his thrusting cock-he cupped my head while pumping my face. He aimed deep into my orifice, rocking himself to my sexy lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" I sobbed, eating him.
"Suck," he hoarsely demanded. "Suck it." Urgency ruled his tone. He required every oral skill at my command.
I did not contest his will. I gave him the thrill he ordered: a juicy suck from top to bottom. My mouth, clenching his shaft, traveled in small increments. I experienced the throb of anxiety as I went. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. When I arrived at his cockbulb, I sucked long and steady. A few drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip. His flavor made me wild. I anticipated a flood as I urged more to follow, but Jon held back. He wasn't about to discharge himself just yet.
"You wanted it, baby," he mentioned as my lips stroked him. "You wanted something for that hunger of yours. Here. Take it." He fucked my face, pumping me with that monster. His face went red to show me exactly how serious he was. "Ahhhhhhhh. Suck me. Suck my dick. Yeah. Get it all into your mouth. Come on, baby, suck it good. Nice and stiff-that's how you want it. Jesus, it's rock-hard. Wipe me with more spit. Get it all juicy so I can fuck you with it. You want me to sink it deep into your cunt, don't you? You want me to do you real nice. Huh?"
"Yeah." I attempted to finish him off quickly with my mouth. I wanted to fuck him, but at the moment, I preferred sucking him to orgasm. After draining him, I'd see if there was enough man left inside him to satisfy me. I'd put that bragging to a real test.
Jon was highly charged. I remained under his control, sucking him to his satisfaction. His dick swam in saliva, polished by the pinch of my lips. He pushed himself in and out of the tightness I created. He found heaven in fucking my mouth, just as I did in downing his cock. Mutual gratification resulted from each sway, each thrust.
His balls received manual pleasure. I scooped them up in my feathery caress, treating them with a tenderness he might never have encountered.
His pupils curved up into the whites of his eyes in response to my encompassing affection. "Jesus, you're driving me out of my mind, baby. Christ. Don't stop. Eat that thing. Oh, yeah." He jerked his hips, fucking my mouth. I loved it. "Open wide and take me whole. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Pump me with those sweet lips. Suck that cock. Yeah, suck it good."
I didn't have the capacity to bring things to a halt. The titillation was irreversible, calling for me to heighten it. He enjoyed the warmth of my mouth, the nuzzle of my fingertips and the fierce determination to make him cum. I took these elements and brought them to the forefront with intensification.
Sweat dripped from Jon's forehead, welling from his pores. His shaggy face was damp, his hairy chest darkly matted. From his frenzied pitching, I gathered orgasm was near. I took his cock down my throat, contemplating his explosion.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned, sucking powerfully. His dick filled my mouth, hitting the roof before I elected to swallow it. His balls pressed to my chin as I gulped every bit of him, then released him from captivity. My lips swept back, stopping just below the plump head before I fully consumed him. "Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhhh." I grabbed his buttocks, then pulled him tight to my face. His dick went farther than ever before. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Fuck," Jon muttered, sounding considerably weak from that ordeal. There didn't seem to be much staying power left in him. "Oh, Jesus. Oh, baby. Keep sucking it. Yeah. Suck my dick."
The vigor with which he grasped my head indicated he had entered the final stages. The palpitations perceived by my oral clasp led me to believe those hot, creamy spurts would soon follow. He trembled against me, unable to fight it. The urge to cum took shape. I could practically taste his thick spew as I swallowed that cock.
Jon cleverly supplied the final thrill. Without preliminary, he disengaged himself from my sucking lips. I was amazed he found the strength to resist the tickling impulse I carefully nurtured.
"I don't want to jizz in your mouth," he said, squeezing my ass. "I want to fuck you."
I guess I realized in the back of my mind Jon would be so inclined. I wasn't about to deny him that method of release. He twisted me around, propping my ass. I assumed, from this arrangement, we would do it doggie-style.
I should have guessed Jon wasn't your average kind of guy.
"No, baby," he mentioned when I reached between my spread legs to steer his cock. "Not your pussy. Your ass."
I remembered him giving it to Diane in that manner. I couldn't say the thought of rectal penetration disturbed me, but I was hardly sufficiently lubricated. I doubted my saliva dripping from his dick was going to be adequate. "We'll wake Diane."
"Who cares?" he defiantly grinned. "She's sleeping off what I did to her."
My brained whirred at other, more suitable excuses. "We don't have any cream."
That didn't seem to present a problem for him. Instead of feeling the blunt end of his cock at my rectum, I experienced the drenched softness of his tongue. He licked me thoroughly, probing my opening as best he could.
"I'll make you want it," he promised. "I'll get you ready."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"It's going to feel so good."
Of that, I had no doubt. I realized Jon was big, but he seemed knowledgeable in operating his equipment. I trusted he wouldn't make me endure pain.
"Let me warm up that sweet asshole. Here, baby. Loosen your butt for my big dick. Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Oh, my God. Oh, Jon. Yes. Suck my asshole."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
His tongue was both gentle and provoking. His statement was accurate: he got me very excited. I shivered, anxious to have my ass filled with cock.
It didn't take much. Jon evaporated my fears with his expert tip, wiggling into my butt. I clenched my fists, ready to be impaled.
"Go ahead," I moaned. "Fuck me in the ass."
Jon wedged his heavy knob in my crack, then pushed. I sobbed as he slowly sank into my rectum. I didn't think he would enter me so smoothly, yet the constant pressure applied had his cock plowing through that narrow canal. Bit by bit, my asshole flowered open in readiness and acceptance.
"Oh, my God," I gasped, shaking as he shoved more of that dick into me. His thing was held like a vise by my pink tight circle. "Oh, baby. That feels fantastic. You're splitting me in half with that thing. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh."
"More?" he questioned, gutturally.
"Do it, baby. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
He jerked his hips in short jabs. Each flexing movement fed another swollen section into the tight sheath of my asshole. As he surged forward, I quivered and moaned my encouragement.
I flinched a little at the bone-hard fullness jamming my ass. Jon drove the final inches of his huge cock into me. I arched my back and shivered, savoring the deep, tight sensation. The mingling of pleasure and mild pain echoed through my body.
Jesus-his cock was so hugely swollen, so solidly embedded, I couldn't move. We lingered in position, with me on my knees and elbows and Jon connected from behind. The tickle of his pubic thatch between my legs was an interruption in an otherwise intense moment.
"God, I've had my eye on your ass ever since I saw you last weekend," he whispered. "I wanted to bury myself inside of it so bad. Yeah. Uhhhhhhhhh. I dreamed of fucking your sweet ass."
Jon placed his hands on either side of my ass to gain a firm grip, then began rocking back and forth. The agitation of that rigid member in my ass pleased me. I perceived his aching need as he plunged through my butt, ramming with all his might, urging me to respond. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I was drawn into that web of dreamy necessity, arousing him with my delighted squeals.
"Oh, baby," I whimpered, whipping my mane of blonde hair over my shoulder, then steering my ass right to that cock. "Feels good taking you into my butt. Ohhhhhhh. Yeah, fuck me with that big dick. Smash it into my hot buns. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Let me get you off with my tight asshole. I want to you to jizz in my ass. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Jon's fingers dug into my writhing flesh as he levered his thrusting cock with greater force and longer strokes. His dick sliced in and out, while I was beyond feeling anything but paradise. A vibrating high was prevalent in his style. My mind went temporarily blank as I received that hot, driving pleasure.
I bit my lip, longing to hear his enjoyment. Our positioning didn't afford me a continuous view of his ravaged features. I pictured his handsome features locked in transport as he fucked me. The snug ring of my asshole crippled his ability to last. He might have kept himself from shooting before, but this new stance precluded that success.
That hard cock plunging through my ass made it difficult to keep my moans down. I certainly didn't want to wake Diane and have my screams of pleasure summon her. The shuddering awareness that developed impaired my judgment. Oh, God-each thrust was a fragment of erotic splendor; after five minutes, it was nearly impossible to separate myself from that intoxicating sensation.
"Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me, Jon. Yes. Cram it all into me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Jon made a decision to heighten my involvement in his gratification. His hand curved around my hip and went straight to my drenched pussy. He placed a finger over my horny clit and jiggled. The frustration I underwent swiftly changed course. Any ache for which he might be responsible was suddenly erased by his accurate twitch. I gushed juice over him as he worked me into a breathless swelter.
This new flood of stimulation canceled my immediate plans for escape. How could I plot my departure when every cell in my body hummed? Ohhhhhhhhh. Part of me didn't want this mounting pleasure, and the other yearned for more.
"Oh, Jon," I sobbed, torn between his fucking my ass and his inflamed fidgeting. "Jon, you're going to make me cum so hard. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"You're hot, baby. I want to make you cum. I'm going to wrap my arms around your sexy body the moment you start cumming. Then I'm going to cream in your ass."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
I don't know which felt better: the finger or his cock. Both supplied fulfillment. Whether I was subjected to that hot, riveting sensation burrowing through my butt, or getting my clit tickled to an unbearable point, pleasure was a preponderant.
After another moment, a surge of sexual electricity overloaded my senses.
"You're getting close," he grunted, feeding me stimulation in individual forms. "Your tremors are telling me you're about to cum."
"Yes," I panted, my eyes rolling up their sockets. "Oh, Christ. Jon. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Yeah," he whispered, sending shivers up my spine. "Don't hold back. Go for it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Jon's arms surrounded me a split-second before I went into that hellish seizure. He planted his hands over my erect nipples and massaged them with his cunt-sticky fingers. His dick felt enormous in my ass as he pumped savagely.
Ecstasy was brought to the extreme. It was highly irregular for me to cum with such numbing force, but fear of discovery and the forbidden nature of our coupling precipitated a strong orgasm.
"Arrrgghhhhhhhh," Jon growled, clamping his chin to my shoulders and squeezing me as he discharged. "Uggghhhh. Uggghhhh. Ugghhhhhh."
My sensitivities were restored one by one while distinguishing the creamy deposit Jon made. His jism flooded my asshole, seeping from the taut circle of my rectum after moments of being spent. His cock jerked as he squirted and oozed into my butt.
I underestimated Jon's ability to rally. He caressed my shuddering flesh, his hands gentle and caring after subjecting me to furious excitement. I was the more worse for wear, having gotten pumped so thoroughly for the last several moments.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I gasped as his cock slipped out of my ass. Jon maintained most of his erection, having lost some steam. Stroking his cock, he appeared ecstatic at having achieved the peak of enjoyment. His smile related his contentment.
Dazed, but not totally out of commission, I looked to the door as my last ditch effort.
The door suddenly opened. Diane stood there, her arms folded and a smug grin fixed to her freckled face.
"What?" I whispered, unsure if she had orchestrated Jon's visit or not.
Diane, smirking, did not answer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"How nice. Did you two set aside your plans for the evening just to come see me?" I purred when Marc and Tom showed up at my door. It was Saturday night and I had the place to myself. Diane was conspicuously missing--not that I particularly cared. It was refreshing to learn that her friends enjoyed my company, without her present.
"We've been thinking about paying you a special visit," Marc said, grazing me with his thigh. He deliberately stretched it so electrical contact was made. "We were thinking about going out to the bars, but figured it would be better to stop by."
"I'm glad you did." I felt the tremors beneath Tom's solid flesh. I deepened my grope, smoothing my fingertips over pronounced muscle. I saw his Adams's apple ripple. "Why don't the two of you make yourselves comfortable. Would you care for anything to drink?"
"What have you got, baby?" Tom asked, loving the swim of my fingers.
"Need you ask?" My question was posed in a husky tone. Both of them seemed to appreciate my candor. We also saw no reason to be coy. We'd done practically everything with each other.
Tom clenched his fist, but made no motion to remove my wandering digits. I gravitated to his crotch, stopping short of his swelling cock and balls. I brushed against his equipment, where I encountered burgeoning hardness. His thing was definitely getting big. Demand was placed on the denim that was stretched by his rigid dick.
Delighted, I snuggled close to him, grazing him with my tits. "Entertaining the two of you will be my pleasure." I knelt before him, then smoothed my cheek over his throbbing bulge. Tom was fully swollen, straining the front of his pants. I turned and ran my lips over the protruding shape. His heavy pulsations were felt through the material. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I was giving this man quite an appetite.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he gasped.
"I'll do whatever you two want," I whispered. "As long as it's fun-and it makes me cum."
I heard their audible intake of breath. I made the room's temperature climb with those few words. Slowly, we traveled to my sofa. Nobody was in any particular hurry to get there; we had an excellent idea what was going to happen once we arrived at our destination.
"Let's take that thing out," I murmured, caressing Tom's crotch. "It can't breath, and I want to make it wet. Come on, Tom, show me what you've got in there. I want to see." I eased his zipper down, tugging over that solid lump. The size of his hard-on aroused me. I remembered the time he fucked me in the bathroom. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I ached from it. I caught a snag halfway across the wide ridge, but managed to tug past it. I unsnapped the top button, then opened his pants. His white cotton briefs displayed the outline of a massive dick. A thickness formed in the base of my throat. I was thrilled at the prospect of blowing him. I wanted to feel that cock with my mouth. I yanked down the elastic rim of his briefs and watched the cock spring from confinement.
"Oh, wow. I love it," I sighed, seeing it stretch tall and wide between his legs. I touched it with my tongue. Tom had a rich, manly taste. Mmmmmmm. I began licking his thing, wiggling around it like a snake. It twitched in heated response.
He reacted to my warm dabs. I could feel-through my mouth-Tom's tension, his muscles expanding and contracting. He cupped my head with his hand and pushed his cock toward me. I opened my mouth and took him in a breathless moan. I vibrated my lips as I covered his throbbing member. I rubbed him with spittle, making his cock even harder. I sucked him good, listening to his gasps of pleasure.
"Yeah, more," I heard him say.
I stroked his balls as I ate him. They were tight and full. I applied my feathery touch, teasing him into a frenzy. He lurched in his seat, receptive to the flurry of sensations my lips gave him. I made moist sucking sounds as I mouthed him. My pucker pierced the air. I wasn't in the least silent. I wanted both of them to know I enjoyed sucking cock. It was an act of persuasion, hopefully a tool to gain their allegiance.
I concentrated on Tom's bulbous cockhead for several stimulating moments. I gathered much of his thick shaft in my fist and massaged him while I licked its purplish top. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I love the way you taste. You make me so hungry. I'm going to eat you good, baby. I'm going suck this cock until you explode in my mouth."
"Swallow it," Tom groaned, pressing down on my head. "Deep throat it."
"Sure." My lips widened as I slid down the base. I was surprise I could take that much. Experience had taught me the art of relaxation. Sucking a dick like Tom's was cake-even if not for others. "Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhh." I kept my tongue in continual motion, vibrating it along the rigid column. I slithered along the heavy vein of his underside, getting off on its pulse. It beat enthusiastically against my slobbering lips. I soaked him in drool, rinsing it high and low. My cheeks bulged with air. I took that throbbing mass deep. Its palpitations aroused me. I worked him into a hot, feverish suck, running my lips up and down that big dick. I was determined to get a mouthful of warm jizz within the next few seconds. "Come on, baby, give it to me. Come on, mmmmmmm, I want all of it."
Tom was getting steamed. His mouth dropped open as he savored every inch I took. His head rocked back and forth. I could feel him pushing toward me, urging me to fit a little more of his massive cock down my throat. "Suck it, suck it all. You know you can take it. Work it with those sweet lips. Get it good and hard. Suck in all that cock, make it stiff with your tongue. Yeah, oh, yeah."
He seemed to be growing inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock as securely as possible and dragged my lips up and down that long shaft. When I wasn't making oral contact, I used my hand. My fingers swirled around his hairy stomach, coming into play once I lifted my lips to catch my breath. Stimulation was constant, the focus. I grabbed him, jerking his dick in my fist.
While I had him in my hand, I was licking his balls. I wasn't shy about getting hair in my mouth. I was fueled by Tom's man taste. His flesh bore a masculine scent. I gobbled those balls, saliva oozing from my gliding lips. I vented my warm breath over his skin. Between that and my spit, he was getting extremely turned on. In the meantime, I tugged him until his cock throbbed. He was vibrating with heat, hunger. I squeezed him. That massive bulk felt good in my hand. It remained slippery while I stroked him. I took my mouth off his balls and approached his cockhead. I stared down, seeing it crave my dick-pleasuring lips. I gave it a nice, sloppy slurp, glancing up at Tom at the point of contact. He let out a shiver of joy.
"Christ, oh, Paula " His fingers spanning my head pushed down. He fed me his cock in one fluent motion, cramming every inch he could into my mouth. "Eat it all-oh, Jesus. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
I let him fuck my mouth for a few moments, dragging me up and down that steep column. When we got to the thick trunk, I had to unfasten my tightly clasped lips to admit the extra bulk. I ground my face to his pubic thatch, having gulped down his meat. I lingered in this position for a few seconds, until he emitted a satisfied groan. Very slowly, I detached my mouth. Webs of saliva clung from my lips, extending to his sucked cock.
I was scarcely aware of the rustle of clothes from behind. I knew Marc was on the other side, but I was too involved in blowing Tom to care.
"You sure like the taste of cock, don't you?" he mentioned from behind. "I guess you can't help yourself."
"No, I can't."
"We can't, either."
I enjoyed the comfort between Tom's legs as I dipped my head. "Mmmmmmmm." I slid my mouth over his stiff thing. "Oh, yeah, this is mine."
Marc's hands were upon me. He was propping my ass high while spreading my legs. He pulled back my silky panties to uncover my pussy. I felt his thumb slither along the crack of my ass, trailing to my plush cunt lips. This seemed to please Marc. I thought I felt something hard nudge my snatch and quickly learned it was his finger. He effortlessly located my clit and began to jiggle it. He made me swell after playing with it. My pussy started to drip.
"Ohhhhhh," I gasped, delighted. "Yeah, finger me, baby, do it. Massage my clit."
"Jesus-you're really wet," he said. "You're ready for it, aren't you?"
I said nothing, filling my mouth with Tom's cock. "Mmmmmm. I have to suck this."
"Suck it, eat it. Blow me " Tom ordered in between gasps.
Marc gradually inserted his finger. "How's that? Feel good?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes!" I said, rotating my ass for him. He jiggled me, increasing the excitement. He plunged a bit further, probing my juicy snatch. When I thought I couldn't stand it, he withdrew. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I liked that. Do it some more."
"How about this?" Something hard and much larger entered me. At first I thought it was his thumb, but it kept sinking into me, splitting apart my cunt lips. It throbbed wildly, forcing me to take notice.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, God " Tom's cock fell out of my mouth. I reared back, seared by sweet agony. He was burying something big in me, all right: his fucking cock! "Jesus. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Isn't that better?" he grunted, pumping me. "Yeah, your pussy's tight. It really grabs my dick."
Marc fucked me slowly, letting me enjoy his cock's slick introduction. I wished I could see it, but I had stuffed my face with Tom's thing. I would have still been shivering against Marc's chest if Tom hadn't recaptured my head and steered it back to his cock. He definitely wanted me to finish sucking him. My view was limited to Tom's hairy stomach and the dick he was feeding me. I ate him with renewed hunger, spurred by Marc's penetrating member. His lazy, lumbering thrusts made me moan-and suck Tom all that harder.
"Ohhhhhhh," I sighed as Marc jammed into my cunt.
"Suck me, come on, suck me "
I took eager mouthfuls of Tom's cock. I puckered that plump shaft and repeatedly coated it with my tingling saliva. I found the excited beat in his dick, where I concentrated my soft lips. I downed as much of his stiff thing as I could, letting it extend into my throat when I arrived at its wide base. I wriggled my lips, letting the spittle fall onto his balls, then distributed that tangy wetness with my fingers. He was warm, pulsing, huge to take. I relaxed and swallowed him as I descended. I was determined to eat his entire thing. Tom shuddered as I fondled his balls. Mmmmmmm.
Marc picked up some momentum, burying that hard dick into me. My cunt lips stretched to absorb him. Ohhhhhh! It was a very solid fit. His grip on my waist tightened as he fed me that sweet cock. I could feel the swollen head delve into my snatch, urging me to respond. I did. I pushed back with my pussy, savoring the connection. He wasn't as huge as Tom, but he sure felt good at the moment. Getting fucked while you're sucking someone is a pleasant experience-two very different sensations fused into one. It kept my appetite sharp. I was receiving it at both ends, pleasuring two men at a time. The thrill stemmed from whether I could make us all cum simultaneously.
"Yeah, baby, you're a great piece of ass," Marc grunted. "One hot fuck. Oh, yeah, let me sink my cock in there-ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! It's so wet and snug, grabbing and squeezing my dick. Oh, yeah. You're better than I expected-oh, yeah, baby, you're the best. Yeah, fuck my meat, fuck my cock "
I got goose bumps from imagining how hard I'd gotten his dick. I kept this flow of sizzling conversation going until I felt him shaking. I creamed myself, providing him with some gratifying shaking. I wanted to put my finger on my clit, jiggling fast and furious.
I disconnected my mouth from Tom's cock once again. Strings of spit trailed from my lips to his well-sucked head. "That's it, give it to me. Slide it into my pussy. Fuck me with your dick. It feels good-cram every inch into my cunt. Yes, push the whole thing inside. Oh, yeah, nice and steady. Oh, Marc. Ohhhhhhhh."
"You like getting fucked, don't you?" Marc asked. "Like the way a hard dick feels in your tight pussy?"
"Yes, oh, God, more-"
"Aren't you glad we came over, so you could have us both at the same time. Oh, yeah. Tom and I love to share pussy." Marc voice faded, replaced by the wet sounds that reverberated from our groins. Marc sawed more powerfully into me, bouncing himself off my ass. We smacked together, flesh meeting flesh, fucking to distraction.
I moaned hysterically, feeling him split me open. He shifted back and forth, burying that thing in me to the hilt. "Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, baby. Sink that monster into me. Yeah, ohhhhhhh-"
Tom guided my head with urgency back to his erect cock. It swelled upward as my lips floated closer, seeking warmth and wetness. Eagerly, I opened my mouth and covered that neglected cockhead. I sucked feverishly for several heart pounding seconds, until I heard Tom groan with fulfillment. Leisurely, I worked his shaft down my throat, restoring its slick coating with my spongy lips.
Tom groaned from the force of my mouth, urging me to take a greater share. He wasn't going to be satisfied until I swallowed him whole. Having experienced it more than once, he'd become spoiled. I was only too glad to cater to his needs. I continued my hot suck, eating all he could give me. I nibbled my way down to the base, where I lingered for several uninterrupted moments. He trembled against my cock-trapping lips, savoring their heat. I moaned against him, vibrating at a pitch that afforded him a different kind of pleasure.
"Jesus, oh, yeah," he exhaled with a shiver. "Yeah, eat it, baby, eat the whole thing "
I wasn't immune to the gratification I gave. Both men excited me. I was incredibly aroused by their equipment and bodies.
"Are you gonna cum, baby?" Marc asked me.
"I'm getting close," I confessed, momentarily releasing Tom's cock. The stirring in my loins heightened that perception. I quivered as my cunt lips snared Marc's dick. "So close-"
"I'll help you get there. I want to feel your contractions when you do." Marc pumped me harder, affecting an invigorating tempo. He whipped himself at me, causing my ass to smart from the sweet pounding.
I cried out, driving to the edge in one fell swoop. My hips snapped in action, steering toward him, absorbing the wonderful impact. We made squishy noises when we met. "Oh, God. Faster, harder "
I took Tom's cock back into my mouth. My lips enclosed the pulsating shaft in a swirl of moisture. I commanded his eruption. I ran my fist up and down its length, sucking madly on the bulbous head. My other hand was at his balls-beyond the teasing stage. I fondled them in a manner that would precipitate orgasm. I scooped them up in a tantalizing caress, employing a tickle that magnified the urge to squirt.
Tom's head tottered from my efforts. I'm certain I'd put his senses in a spin. "Christ, ugghh. Ugghhhhhhhh-"
I tasted the first gooey splash a second later. Tom's jism poured into my mouth in thick spurts, all of which I gulped down. He exhaled sharply, emptying himself between my secured lips. He cradled my head, rocking me to him.
"Ugghhh, ugghhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmm." I swallowed that creamy flow. It tasted great.
I came before I completely downed his load, savoring Tom's cum as the first contractions tore through me.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh," I whimpered, twisting from the ecstasy Marc's cock gave me.
Marc wasn't content merely plunging into me from the rear. Doggie-style apparently bored him. He elected to make our next position more suitable to his needs. He pulled me up, keeping his dick planted in my cunt, then dragged me onto his lap. I draped my legs over his muscled thighs, barely conscious of how I was being arranged. Still quivering with orgasm, I was hardly resistant. Resting on his chest, I felt his rapid heartbeat. Marc was anticipating some hot and heavy action. His hands came around to cup my tits. He tweaked my enlarged nipples.
I looked between my legs and saw the thick trunk of his cock, along with his balls, bulging from my cunt lips. Attempted movement reinforced the ache in my pussy. I definitely felt impaled. Jesus, Marc was a pretty big guy. I lifted and dropped my ass, gasping as that huge wedge stirred in my snatch.
"God," I moaned, petting that solid base. I gathered up his balls, fondling them. "Fuck me, fuck me." Wet with my juice, he slid in and out of me with ease. We kept only the soaked cockhead inside those nectar-rich lips. I received him deep. Marc proved to be a really great fuck. Long, lazy strokes that I knew would build in intensity. I could tell by the way he pitched beneath me that the pace would pick up in due time.
"Yeah, ride me. Fuck yourself with my dick. How's that feel, baby? Good, huh? You're so slippery. Stroke me with your hot pussy. Slide up and down on me. Ride my meat, pump that thing, doll. Oh, yeah, bury me in that slick hole. I love the way your cunt lips cover my dick-soaking me in your sweet juice. Yeah, fuck that thing. Fuck it with your snatch, baby, bear down with your pussy."
I really loved being on top. I missed having a cock slide up me until my pussy ground against a set of solid balls. Oh, yeah, what a nice, tight fit.
I shivered. Marc filled my entire cunt. When I sat still, I could feel him throb. Humping him made it more lubricated, but I couldn't ignore the fact I had his cock in me. There was so much of it, easing in and out of my pussy, robbing me of breath.
I put my hand over that fat wedge pumping in and out of me. The vein protruded, pulsating. I pet his balls, prickled by the stray pubes. Their flesh was tightly drawn, tightened from the excitement. Marc shoved more of his dick into me, grunting as he met my squishy resistance. I moaned, tilting my head back. That solid prodding left me dizzy.
"Slide up and down that cock-up and down that cock," he whispered in my ear. His low voice made me shake. "Your hot little pussy is fucking that big thing. Oh, yeah, you've got to get fucked. You've been asking for it, baby. I could see the hunger in your face. You made me sweat it while Tom was in your mouth. You ate his cock good. I was ready to beat off. You made him cum so good. Cup my balls. Yeah, feels good. Oh, Paula, you're so fucking hot. Nobody could be as much fun as you are, baby. Nobody could have a sweet pussy like yours." He swallowed roughly. "I'm gonna send it up high up that cunt. I'll going to split you in half, baby-"
He pushed with all his might, fucking me with that rigid shaft. I shuddered, responding from its sweet penetration. "Ohhhhhh-" My back was molded to his chest, rubbing its smooth contours.
"Look at these tits, Tommy," he said, cupping them. "They're so fucking huge, big-a real handful. More than you could possibly grab with one."
Tom was too sapped of energy to give us much notice. He was slumped in the seat, stroking his semi-hard dick. Its glistening surface was mostly the saliva I slobbered onto it. Beads of cum seeped from the tip. From his glazed expression, he was enjoying a slow recovery.
Marc fondled my boobs. "You like getting them sucked, don't you? You enjoy having an eager mouth planted over them, nibbling on your swollen nubs." He twisted my nipples. Electrical sparks resulted. "Yeah, you're really turned on, baby. These things are ready to pop. Is it because you're fucking my big dick? I've got to pump you some more, get you really hot"
His dick lumbered in and out of my moist snatch. I moaned, deriving much satisfaction from its smooth texture. Its thickness yawned up and down my grasping cunt. I thought I would go out of my mind with pleasure. My ass shifted frantically in his lap.
He craned his neck over my shoulder and whispered, "Gonna cum?"
I swallowed hard. "Yeah."
"Go ahead, cream on my dick. Lock your cunt about it. I want to feel you cum. I want to feel you shiver-feel your joy, baby."
I couldn't stop myself, even if I wanted to. It felt too fucking good. "Ohhhhhh " My spasms were powerful. I thrashed for several splendid moments on his thighs before being overtaken with fatigue.
"Yeah," he said, binding me protectively with those brawny arms. All the air was getting compressed from my lungs. "Oh, yeah " His voice deepened with the pressure, then I heard a defiant growl. "Ugggggggghhhhhh!"
I could feel his goo pumping into me, the squirts dense and warm. My pussy quickly became inundated with jism. He lurched on the sofa, shooting into my snatch.
"That's it, baby," I moaned. "Cum in me. Cum in my pussy. Let it flow where it has to go. Ohhhhhhh."
In the heat of the moment, I yanked his dick out of my cunt. A geyser of jism fired onto my stomach, followed by another. The stuff felt warm against my skin. I shook as it landed on me, then worked his cock with my fist, making the last of it ooze from his creaming cockhead.
"Christ " he gulped from behind-I felt his heart beating wildly. His palpitations told me it might have been the best orgasm he'd had in some while.
The cum that had spurted on me dribbled down to my furry thatch. I swirled my fingers, lathering my pussy. "Yeah, mmmmmm, I'm tingling, baby, tingling-"
I sobbed as it slithered down the insides of my thighs. It was hot, scorching. Very slowly, I dismounted him. My cunt ached from all that wild, seething pressure. Marc fucked me pretty hard-but it was some of the best pumping I'd had in quite a while.
I got my hand around his cock and stroked it. Oh, yeah, I loved his big one. Its swollen length slid through my fist. Cum oozed from the tip.
"I can still feel it throb," I murmured.
"When you're around me, baby, I just can't turn it off. It's not that easy. You get me pretty excited."
"I want to get you off."
"Nobody's going to stop you." Tom looked temporarily out of commission, but Marc was raring to go.
"Mmmmmmmm," I ground my pussy against him. God, he was like a rock. It surely didn't take much. Marc was prepared to give me a ride. Reading that glimmer in his eyes told me to proceed with caution. I was glad Marc had such a brisk appetite for sex-it matched mine perfectly.
I was hot and itchy inside and needed something hard to satisfy it. Funny, I just had it, but the void he left needed to be filled immediately. I was totally aroused at the prospect of getting fucked again by that man.
I grabbed his shoulders. My tits hung in his face, nipples bobbing just inches from his lips. Ohhhhhhhhh. Staring at his thing that extended steeply from his groin-standing like a column-was a wake-up call to my hormones. I shivered in advance of it sinking through my sopping cunt flesh. God-it was going to feel so good.
Marc took his cock in hand and stroked it, tormenting me further. He knew I wanted it, yet wasn't surrendering to my whims that quickly.
"You like it, huh?" he muttered, filling his fist with that pulsating shaft.
I nodded, swallowing. "Yes." Observing its length move through his grasp magnified my need for it. I shifted anxiously on his lap, drooling over that big dick. It definitely gave me what I needed.
Using my fingers, I divided my warm pussy lips to display my clit. That luscious pink button throbbed under his scrutiny. I tickled it, then let out a gasp. Ohhhhhhh. I was getting myself turned on from the point of contact. I couldn't do too much of that without making myself cum. I was already powerfully stimulated.
At last, he planted the plump head of his cock into the moist, clinging lips of my pussy. He split them open with a firm nudge.
"Oh, God," I cried out with unexpected pleasure. He was really hard and ready to fuck.
He pulled me down on it, keeping an eye on my ecstatic expression. He knew I could not hide my joy-it would have taken enormous effort to pretend something that size would fill my pussy and not have me react.
"Ohhhhhhhh, oh, yes!" I moaned, lightheaded with joy. His dick sank into me, prying me open, forcing me to accept its throbbing bulk.
His features intensified as he crammed himself into my snatch. The fact I was tight and unaccustomed to someone of his thickness obviously excited him. He had to work that huge cock into me, squeezing my buttocks and plunging into my squish.
I helped him, wiggling my pussy toward that hard dick. I wanted every bit of it-grinding into my cock-hungry snatch.
The more cock my juicy cunt lips covered, the more excited I got. I wanted it so badly.
"Oh, Marc, ohhhhhhhhh."
Jesus! I took it deep. His cock was buried far into my cunt, standing high.
He kept watching me, following my every quiver, every wince. It felt so good. He seemed to like the way his cock made me moan and shiver.
I pulled off my top and flung it to the side. I wanted to rub my nipples all over that magnificent chest. The tank top he wore was low-cut, affording me an adequate section to use. I smashed my tits to his chest and let the smooth surface pleasure me. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Mere contact with that solid plane was enough to make me insane.
You couldn't expect to take a man like that into your pussy and not receive satisfaction. He gave me exactly what I wanted-in long, indulgent strokes. I rode his cock effortlessly, slippery with excitement. It no longer mattered how huge he was-my cunt was sopping wet. It devoured him whole.
"Ride me, baby," he muttered, leaning back in his seat and digesting the sensations I fed him with my pussy. "Ride me good. Push down on my cock. Take me deep. Yeah. Fuck me, fuck me with that hot pussy. Oh, yeah, squeeze me with those tight lips. Bring them right down to my balls. Hold me at the bottom of your cunt."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, there's so much of you to fuck. You're huge."
"Yeah. Fuck every bit of me. Keep me wet. Juice me up with that warm snatch. Ahhhhhhhh. Fuck my meat. Smash that pussy around it. Come on, baby, keep doing it."
I stared down at my snatch and watched him go in. Wow. That wide shaft just fucked its way in and out of me, our pubes meeting, then separating. The pressure of holding that huge cock in my pussy was another issue. I ached from containing him. Marc was thick, pulsating. I jammed his dick between my legs and moaned. God. It was driving me mad with desire. The more I fucked him, the more I felt like cumming. I rocked frantically on his lap, hurling my tits at him, gasping for air. Sweat dripped from my erect nipples, landing on his chest. We squirmed together as one, fighting to keep the momentum.
I reached under my ass to scoop up his balls. He let out a grunt as I fondled him. He had highly sensitive equipment. He enjoyed every vibration of mine. God, I loved the heavy substance his balls held. I couldn't wait until it squirted in me.
He met my feverish hump with a manly brace. I moved my hips, feeling his dick go in and out of me, letting its crammed movements dominate my senses. The blood rushed through my face-then my entire body-heightening my awareness of what fucking that man did to me. I jerked my pussy, grabbing him in my slick embrace, making him hot and slippery. My pussy made wet, smacking sounds as it absorbed his rigid cock. He gasped with pleasure as I rocked in his lap, fitting him completely in my cunt. He lay back with his thighs spread apart, urging me to absorb him. His cock slid into my hot squish.
"Yeah," he muttered, tilting his chin high. His eyes got glassy as I bore down on that stiff thing. I went up and down, even faster, robbing him of air and power. His breathing was choked, measured. I'm sure the friction I provided made the skin of his cock tingle with joy. My pussy grabbed at him, causing him to twist and flinch.
My cunt lips caught him, then slithered over his dick in one gratifying wave after another.
"Oh, Marc, oh, God, I don't want it to end. I want you to stay hard and keep fucking me. Yes. I need more of it. So much more. Ohhhhhhhhh."
All that furious fucking took its toll on me. I came hard, thrashing against his lust-shaken body. I slammed down on that cock and spasmed with delicious force. He was such a good fuck.
"I'll make you cum more," he promised in a low voice. "So much more."
It amazed me how something as stiff and large as his cock sliding through my pussy could generate such a mind-rending reaction. I was weak yet equipped for another round. My hips began to function, working against him, pumping his erect member until I heard his gasp of acceptance. I moved quicker, unable to stop, letting the pleasure build once again. He sank back onto the sofa, overwhelmed by the fierceness of my appetite. I fucked that dick in a steady, demanding rhythm. This time, I was going to make him shoot.
My mouth went to his. My tongue darted through his lips and engaged him with a little play. He wriggled against mine, his hunger similar. We remained attached like that while I humped him. I moaned down his throat as the fever caught up with me. I sank on his dick, feeling it go high and deep. Ohhhhhhhh. My cunt lips spread wide as I crammed myself to his thick base. My clit was crushed by the solid bone it met, then tingled as it glided upward.
Marc massaged my ass with those incredible hands of his. He cupped my buttocks, dragging me up and down his swollen length. He rotated those thumbs into my flesh, triggering impulses that thrashed through me. Those sensations were met with hard, driving cock. I fucked down on that thing, working it into my juicy cunt. I felt those plump balls shifting beneath me.
I came up for air, detaching my mouth. My nipples were dragged over that muscled chest. I shoved my tits at him, enjoying that wall Marc represented. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I enjoyed being connected to him, letting that big dick rub the inside of my pussy.
"You haven't had enough, have you, baby?" he grunted.
I shook my head. "You keep me going."
"You just love to fuck."
I kneaded his shoulders. "Depends on the man and how well he uses his equipment."
"I supposed I passed the test, eh?"
"You sure did. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Marc, you get me so hot with that thing. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."
He did. I kept wanting to make him cum, but the pleasure of having him in my pussy overruled that inclination. The sound of my cunt rubbing him with my warm, satisfying juices echoed through the room. His breathing became more labored as I descended his rigid cock.
"Your pussy is so tight. My cock just manages to fit in there. Christ." He seized my buttocks and pumped me hard for several intense moments. I felt the brunt of his need as I got fucked by the hard dick. His cock had swelled to full volume, charging through layers of juicy squish. "Oh, baby, I'm going to shoot."
"Yes," I panted. "Cum in my pussy." I was so close to orgasm, very little could stop it. I'd lost count of how many times he made me cum. His determination had my senses flagged. I was that woozy. My lips clamped him, forcing him to exert himself in order to keep his cock submerged. "Cum in me."
Marc's eyes closed as I launched into a feverish assault. My ass accelerated, giving him some heavy duty treatment. I wasn't going to stop until I felt cum squirting in my snatch-and even then, I planned on milking him for all he had.
"I want you to cum," I moaned, fucking him with my pussy. "Yeah, let go, baby. Let go and cream in my snatch."
I heard the springs in the sofa as I humped him-but they were drowned out by his hoarseness. Marc was trembling, preparing for the ecstasy I was about to give him. I felt his muscles tense as my pussy slipped hotly over his throbbing cock.
"Cum in me," I cried out, ready to do so myself. "Cum in me, now."
Marc's features contorted and a low, rasping growl surfaced from his throat. "Uggghhhhhhh, arrrgghhhhh!"
I felt my pussy filling with hot cum. His dick spurt heavily, jerking as he spasmed. My lips curved in delight, only to be changed by the onslaught of my own orgasm. I grit my teeth, feeling the pounding release hammer through my body.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I moaned, soaring. "Oh, Marc, yes! Oh, yes."
We rode out the fever together. It consumed us. Our flesh was soaked from the sweat we exuded. My fingers sank into his shoulders as I arched my back, aiming my stiff nipples at the ceiling. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
I remained on his lap for quite some time afterward. Marc's cock wasn't as hard, but it stayed inside my pussy. Jism oozed from my crevice, dripping over his balls.
I collapsed onto his heaving chest, licking the perspiration from his neck, his ears, his face. I was appreciative of the satisfaction he gave me.
"Nobody can make me cum like you," I confided in a soft, sexy voice. "Ohhhhhh, it aches just to move."
"She doesn't have that problem with me," Diane announced, calling attention to her entrance. She was at the door, having watched me go through that mind-blowing orgasm.
"I guess I have some competition," I said, after seeing both Marc and Tom look at her.
She came up to me, intent on proving what she had just announced. She made no attempt to disguise her hunger, either. Her tongue entered my mouth with unexpected force, then swirled about until mine retaliated. Our tits were pressed together, nipples touching. I squirmed against her quivering form, enjoying those lush female curves. Mmmmmmmmm. Strangely, she brought that need out of me so easily.
Her tiny pinch to my nipple made me gasp. She stirred the pink nub into a stiff peak. I shivered as it expanded, then moaned as she covered it with her mouth. She sucked on my tit so delicately. The persistence and urgency of her lips got me sopping wet.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, trembling from the intensity she exerted. My head tilted back as I attempted to absorb the sensations that hummed through my aroused flesh. I seized her head and held it in position. I didn't want her to stop slobbering my rock-hard nipple-not even for a moment. The slurps she took were exquisite, satisfying.
Her fingers continued to roam all over me. She dug them into my ass and pulled me as close to her as possible. She appeared to take enjoyment in my body and what it had to offer. I sighed with contentment as her sucks became furious, demanding. When one of her hands cupped my mound and rubbed, my eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. I shuddered with joy. Just having those rotating tips near my clit offered some relief and sent my appetite spiraling.
Marc and Tom were amused with our little show.
Neither of them stirred.
Diane sensed my increasing dizziness. I couldn't resist her. The pleasure of her mouth was inescapable. I vibrated against those fiercely sucking lips. I knew what I wanted her to do with them.
I tumbled back onto the sofa and spread my legs. Diane squeezed my pussy until Marc's cum oozed from the engorged lips. Her sob of approval made me shake. I caught my breath before her face plunged to my pussy. I felt her sharp exhalations against my flesh, following the whip of her blonde hair as it settled on my stomach and inner thighs. The last thing I experienced was the firm, moist tip of her tongue on my cum-filled snatch.
"Oh, yes, suck me," I moaned, thrusting my snatch at her eager mouth. I wrapped my legs around her bobbing head, clinging to her with all my might. I hugged the sides of her face with my thighs. "Taste what Marc left inside me. Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Lick it out of my pussy. Use your tongue and scoop it out. Lash my hot clit. Do me, yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Yes."
Diane was quite knowledgeable in dispensing oral delight. Her strokes were soft, indulgent and gratifying. I couldn't get enough. I wanted her to suck me nonstop, cleaning me of Marc's goo. More and more streamed from my horny snatch, only to be scooped by that frisky tip.
I writhed on the sofa, accepting her fluttering lust. My head pressed into the arm as the waves of joy overwhelmed me. My vision blurred, my speech garbled at the application of hot saliva.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I panted, wanting more of this luscious treatment. Diane seemed only too willing to serve me. The expression on her face reflected a voracious attitude. She appeared to be getting off on my fiery reaction. Her head bobbed between my legs. Each descent brought further bliss, and a heightened loss of control. I took her head in my hands and pushed down on it, then lifted my pussy up to her mouth. She let out her tip and engaged my clit with frantic strokes. "Ohhhhhhhh." I continued to hold her until the last of her slurps robbed me of my strength.
I came quickly, my brain unable to process another impulse. I clenched my teeth and slammed my ass to the cot with shuddering force. Diane wouldn't hesitate for a second, raging with thirst. I scooped up my tits and squeezed them as the spasms took possession. I dug my heels into her back, grinding them as the fire she created stormed through my flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I murmured, sweat pouring from my brow. "Oh, God."
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, absorbing the nectar that ran from my pussy.
I looked over to Tom, who was fondling himself while watching me do Diane. The thought of having that hard cock in my pussy again made me anxious. I'd be left aching long before he'd explode in my cunt.
I went to him, abandoning a frustrated Diane. I sighed as Tom's hands whispered down my soft thighs. My furred mound was deeply scented with juice. The air stirred with a rich cunt aroma. My cunt lips were engorged, moist. With my nipples jutting at him, I looked as though I definitely needed a man to finish with.
"How about some more, baby?" I asked him.
"That'd be nice," he murmured.
I opened my legs, willing Tom to come closer. My cunt was positioned for him.
I gathered from Tom's expression he wanted to take it from there. He reached for his cock and brought the bulbous head to my juicy pussy. I moaned as he put part of it in. A stimulated rush filled me. My snatch began to expand as he pushed, opening wide to snare that thick cock.
Tom, who had been watching the action between our legs, turned his gaze to me. He enjoyed seeing the tension in my face as he entered me, the visible hunger. Embracing me tightly in his powerful arms, he sank the rest of his dick into my snatch. I tilted my head backward and emitted a loud groan. His cock was buried in my pussy, snug. I fought to squeeze him with my muscles, wanting him to feel my excitement. I made his cock wet with my squishy pussy, clinging to its meaty bulk.
"Oh, God-that feels so good," I couldn't help myself from saying as he eased himself through my lubricated pussy lips. Jolts of pleasure raced to every cell. My clit fluttered with sweet enjoyment. "Yes, mmmmmmmmmm, yes! Keep doing that."
My skin tickled from the bristly hairs of his groin and stomach. I caressed his hair-roughened wrists, savoring his hard, masculine texture. When our bodies were connected, I abandoned all thoughts of claiming power. I focused solely on fucking this man.
The full length of his cock sliced in and out of my starved pussy, causing me to feverishly moan. My ass cheeks banged against the sofa as he slammed into me. I readily absorbed the impact of his cock, totally aroused.
"Fuck me," I told him, shoving myself at that wall of muscle. I adamantly surrendered to him, gasping. I was so turned on, I was shaking. "Fuck me, baby. Give it to me. Give me that big cock. Push it up my hot pussy. I'm really horny tonight."
"It's going right where you want it," he muttered, shoving it deep into my cunthole. "All the way up that tight snatch. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
"Harder. Fuck me as hard as you can."
"I think we've turned you into a nympho. Good." Sweat was pouring down his face as he grinned. "Okay, baby, try handling this "
He thrust so powerfully, I nearly felt his cock sink into my gut. My senses were reeling as his strokes grew more fierce. Roughly, he pumped me, making sure my urge was satisfied.
"Oh!" I whimpered, feeling his hard thing splitting me open. "Ohhhhhhh!"
"You don't get tired from fucking-you get charged up even more," he muttered, feeding cock into my hot squish. His steel-like fingers squeezed my arms as though to enlist my immediate attention. Those blue pupils were trained on me, searching mine. "Christ, you're still tight. You're grabbing my cock so good. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, baby."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I gasped, responding to his pleasure-giving strokes. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
We rocked feverishly against the sofa, our bodies bathed in sweat. His cock plunged into my soaked crevice with tireless energy, creating wet, slapping sounds. Its hard width pulled and pushed at my juicy cunt lips. And my clit-Jesus, it crackled with electricity.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Tom grunted, fastening himself to my ass and pulling me tightly to his groin. His strokes increased with urgency. "You make my dick so fucking wet. You're really hot for me, baby. You love getting fucked. Come on, fuck my dick. Fuck that big dick."
"Don't stop," I sobbed, clawing at his brawny shoulders. He drove his orgasm-provoking cock into me with delicious force. I wanted to stay connected to him. Just thinking about his cock fucking me made my clit tingle. I willed my inner muscles to seize his shaft with all my might, moaning as I did so.
"Yeah," Tom gasped, "Show me how much you want it."
"I want it bad," I told him, giving him another sample of my gripping cunt.
"Jesus, are you tight! Uhhhhhh. So warm and snug inside your snatch. Oh, baby, it's going right up your sweet little pussy-all the meat you can handle. You've got the works. You've got it all in your pussy."
I shut my eyes, swooning. The heat was building in my pussy. My clit screamed for mercy as Tom drove into me. All this excitement was taking its toll. I was overcome with ecstasy, filled with cock. Tom's fingers dug into my ass, forcing me closer to that hard, grinding dick. His quickening breath blew in my face. I panted, subdued by the amount of stimulation I received. Our groins were in a heated lock, with Tom's stiff cock bulging against my throbbing clit. "Oh, Tom. I'm going to cum. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. You're going to make me cum."
"Cum with my dick in you," he muttered, smashing my tits to his chest. "I want to feel your body shake."
Smothered in his embrace, having my snatch steadily fed with cock was more than I could handle. The contractions took me for a rough ride. I shivered violently, surprised by their strength. My heart was pounding, the blood rushing to my face.
Tom stifled my vibrations as best he could while keeping his cock in action. His arms were like steel bands, looped about my spasming body. "Oh, yeah, cum. Cum hard. Let yourself go. Show me how excited my dick gets you. Cream for me, baby, cream on my stiff cock-"
My pussy blistered with delight. My erect, bulging nipples throbbed against Tom's chest. When I thought my orgasm had finally ended, another occurred of equal intensity. My first climax had been so powerful, it had triggered a second.
"Ohhhhhhhhh-" I shivered hotly against Tom. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Hot little bitch," he said in a proud voice. "You wanted it more than you knew. You can't help but cum hard. Come on, squeeze me with that horny pussy. Grab my cock. Clench it."
I was unsure whether it was his equipment or my smoldering desires, but I came harder than I could remember. When the force of my physical need left me, I was unthinkably woozy. I didn't think I could stand on my own. I was breathing harshly, attempting to reclaim my senses.
Slowly, Tom took his cock out of me. My pussy lips ached from having been opened so wide, yet I moaned from the void his hard shaft left.
I rolled on the sofa, caressing my sore mound. Tom watched me, stroking his erect cock. He was juicy from my wet cunt.
"You're going to suck my dick now," he commanded, pumping it with his fist. The cock jutting from his groin made my mouth water. God, he was thick-more than two inches in diameter. I still loved taking it down my throat. When that thing was in my pussy, it felt good-it was heaven!
I got down on my knees in front of him. His cock stood, strong, glistening with my juices. His pubic thatch and stomach hair smelled of cunt. I loved my musky scent on him. It was as though part of me still clung to Tom.
His fingertips encompassed my head, then brought me to him in a steady pull. I brushed his cock, letting my tongue linger on the underside. I tickled there for a few seconds, listening to his sharp intake of oxygen. I knew what Tom liked, and I did it well.
"Yeah, lick it, mmmmm. Put it in your mouth, baby, I want to feel those hot, sucking lips around my dick, pulling me into your sweet throat."
I swooped over his engorged cock, then took it in a feverish pucker. My hand slid under his balls in a delicious caress. I massaged him with my lips and fingers, the combined vibrations affording him a dizzying thrill. I drenched his cock in saliva, sucking it deep into my throat. He trembled as I tenderly kneaded his tightened sac, his balls swollen with cum.
Tom swayed in front of me, rocking his groin to my gobbling mouth. "Oh, shit " he groaned as I ate his cock. He shifted to keep pace with my pliant lips. I ran my hands down his hairy thighs, clutching taut muscle, then urged him to sit. Tom collapsed into a chair, unconscious of all but the warm bliss my mouth provided.
I could barely wait to taste his hot cum.
"Swallow me," Tom ordered, elevating his ass from the seat as I went down on him. Taking all that rigid cock wasn't easy-it was bone-solid, challenging my air supply. I had to carefully work it down my throat. When I had my lips around it in a secure, moist embrace, I could feel his cock's wild pulsations. Tom throbbed heavily in my mouth.
I sucked him hard, slurping the sides of his shaft. I lathered him with spit, making him easier to swallow. My cheeks bulged with his meat as my tongue darted about it, bringing his senses to fever pitch.
Tom transferred his weight awkwardly in the chair, delirious from getting blown. I savored these moments, when I made him lose control.
"Christ, that feels great," he groaned, thrusting his cock into my mouth as though fucking my face. He loved a good suck. "Bring those lips all the way. Down-uhhhhhh. Take it all-yeah, yeah. Eat me, baby, eat me good." He threw his head back and groaned. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Once I really got started, I had him shaking. My limber tongue whipped him into a frenzy, darting about the swollen shaft with practiced ease. I teased him with my fluttering tip, causing him to expel huge gulps of air, then mouthed him for several moments until he almost blew his load. I was careful not to bring him to orgasm too quickly-I wanted him to enjoy getting sucked. My tongue was in constant motion, tickling that cock to a shivering stand.
Clashing my lips tightly to his cock, I felt the vibrations of orgasm about to unleash. I wanted Tom to cum hard. Without missing a beat, I released his throbbing dick and began licking his balls. I swirled saliva around the prickly hairs, then fastened my mouth to the flesh between his balls and inner thighs and sucked.
"Jesus," he murmured.
I was too charged with excitement to stop. He had a delectably salty taste that I could lap for hours. I inhaled his manly scent mixed with the smell of my saliva between his legs. The combination drove me to distraction. I rubbed him with my pliant tongue and wiped my wet lips over his flesh. My mouth remained attached for several moments until my sizzling drool ran down his hairy thigh. I nudged his balls with my thumb, feeling their heat.
"Yeah, suck that thing," Tom sighed, bobbing his head to the beat of my wet, twisting lips. He clasped my face and directed my lustful movements. I absorbed all I could in a feverish swallow.
He held me down for a moment to savor that triumphant rush. When he finally released me, I was momentarily dazed from the engulfing thickness, then worked him into a luscious delirium. "Suck it."
My lips wove over the hard shaft in fluent motion while I tenderly kneaded his balls. My fingers became entwined in his pubic hairs as my hands smoothed over him, coaxing him to the highest plane of excitement. My mouth delved deeper, my lips edging to the very base of his thick cock. I wriggled against the wide trunk while my spittle oozed into his wiry nest. I heard his struggle for air and felt his fierce tremor, then lifted my mouth. His cock was moist and throbbing red.
I began licking him to a heated boil that caused a flurry of shivers. I dabbed my hot, tingly saliva to every area of his cock and paid particular attention to his balls. He grunted hoarsely at my moist, ecstatic lashes, his excitement climbing.
"Jesus," he muttered. "Jesus-"
When I thought he couldn't take another second of it, I yanked my face away, then plunged my lips over his pulsating cock. The moment I took him in my mouth, he exploded. Hot cum gushed inside me, a huge load. I downed each dense spurt as Tom lunged himself down my throat, constantly droning, "Uggggggghhhhh! Uggggghhhhh! Ugggghhhhh!" I kept swallowing his jizz, delighting in its rich, creamy flavor.
"Paula, that was a great suck," he muttered in between ragged breaths. "Nobody gives head like you."
-"I'll remember that," Diane snipped from the sidelines. "Don't ask me for anymore head."
I turned to her. "Don't take it personal, baby."
We exchanged looks. I was no longer the shy, introverted person I was when she moved in only a week before. I was totally wild, and loved it.
