No argument there.
Scratch and Sniff
- Keira -
What could be more delicious than seeing a bare ass tree trunk of a man splayed out on a frilly-ass girl bed? I was already turned on when we walked into my bedroom, but once he tore my clothes off, I was practically gushing. His dick was standing out so hard it was a challenge to get his trousers down. But it was certainly worth the work. I pushed him down on his back on my big four post, and grabbed it with a tight grip. I spit on it, and immediately started slipping my hand up and down on his thick shaft of manhood. He grabbed me, pulled me on top of him, then just rolled over, getting on top. He scooted right down, his cock slipping from my fingers as his tongue skipped any distractions, like the rock hard nipples he passed on the way to my yearning pussy. His tongue quickly proved to be just as magical as any little Zippo could dream of being.
I admitted already that I’ve been out of the corral for a while, but nobody ever got me up to a full gallop that fast. My fingers were digging holes in the sheets, my toes curled so hard it felt like foot cramps. I’d never been a yeller. Okay, a little bit — but not on round one! This man had me barking like a seal with every breath. I felt so out of control I let go of the sheets and stuffed a fist in my mouth. It only got hotter down in girl parts country. I grabbed the sheets again to keep from bucking right off the bed. I only held on for a few seconds before my fingers burrowed into his curly ginger locks and pushed his face into my hot box even harder. Oh-oh-oh-OH-OH!-Oooh! OOOH!
I was shocked at the sudden spasm that jerked me into an orgasm, stronger than any bliss I’d ever dreamed of. How could that happen so fast? How could I... oh-oooh-Aaaaah-GOD-GOD! A tiny flicker of wonder flickered through me, impossible, not again, not this fast-fas-fa-FUCK! FUCK!
I pulled his hair so hard it had to hurt, but I was going to drag his face out of my pussy so I could stuff his whole cock as deep inside of me as it could go.
He didn’t mind even a little. He did what I wanted, he pounded my pussy fast and rhythmic. Fuck that slow, easy shit. I was already halfway to my third orgasm. He slipped his big, meaty hands under my ass, lifting me, turning me, staying rammed deep inside as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. Then his hands were holding my knees, spreading me open wide, and fucking me wildly while he stood at the edge of the bed. Nothing was touching me but his hands on my knees, and his throbbing erection inside me. He pumped like a piston, faster and faster, no technique, no tenderness, I didn’t want a fucking thimble of that stuff. I wanted his cock, and he gave it to me as hard as he could. I came again, so wild and wantonly I almost blacked out. So heavy I thought if he didn’t stop, he’d kill me.
Thank god he shot his wad right then, a series of spurts that felt like pulsed from a water pick shooting against your teeth.
Woah.
He was still standing, still hard, but a little bit less so with each pounding heartbeat, until finally we uncoupled, panting and huffing. I scooted back on the mattress, turning to make room for him to collapse into bed next to me.
Suddenly, a rush of tenderness ran through me. We didn’t just kiss, we made out like eighth graders behind the gym bleachers at a school dance. I remembered how exciting it could be just kissing the right guy, and this guy was just right for kissing. We snuggled and touched, fingers tracing each other, our bodies totally relaxed to the easy explorations of new and wonderful worlds.
We both dozed for... an undisclosed amount of time.
The softest moonlight poured through the window as I opened my eyes. My big leprechaun was gone into dreamland, way over the rainbow, and past the pot of gold, with better luck getting there than I had.
Fast asleep though he was, his chiseled physique woke me up, and I just looked up and down his incredible body. A terribly wicked thought flickered through my head, and it when it came sneaking slowly back, it took over every bit of brain space I had. I very gently moved myself down toward the foot of the bed, making sure I didn’t bounce him awake. Girl, says my naughty side, when’s the last time you tasted a nice helping of Lucky Charms? Well that’s too long!
First, I just got my mouth really close to that slumbering cock, barely letting my hot breath waft over him. My lips were as soft and gentle as could be, as I rested them against the crown of his glans. The heavy musk of my own depths was still fresh on his dick, and the smell of my sex made me even bolder. My lips parted, and I drew him inside ever so slowly. I heard a dreamy moan, but he didn’t wake up. Well, his brain didn’t wake up, but his friend rolled out for reveille, coming slowly to attention.
I began to slide my tongue, and suck so softly. By now his prick was as hard as it ever had been. I wondered what kind of wet dream images were passing into his sleeping mind. Was he dreaming of a blowjob? Or was he dream-fucking my pussy. Whatever the answer, it was all for him to know, and nobody to find out. All I knew was that I was really enjoying
