jeans.
Again the sexy little blonde shivered, burrowing against him. Her head tilted up and her lips parted. His own mouth covered those full, sensuous lips. His tongue darted in after her tongue, finding it and laving around the trembling oral digit.
When they parted again, both his hands caressed the firm cheeks of her ass. 'Get your clothes off, bitch. I want to see you naked and on your knees.'
'Yes, sir!' she snapped, her eyes blazing with arousal.
With that same alacrity, she pushed away from the sofa and stood before him, as a slave might stand before a sultan considering his purchase. Her fingers rose to the neck of her blouse and quickly worked the first button free. His eyes followed the dipping patch of pink skin exposed as the front of her work shirt slowly opened.
The last button undone, she wiggled her shoulder's a bit and let the shirt slide from her body and drop to the floor behind her. The massive globes of her breasts spilled exuberantly into freedom, quivering and bobbing with excitement; his eyes perused the comely opulence of their size. Her own eyes were on his, watching him watch her. A pleased smile raised the corners of her mouth, knowing the pleasure he received just looking at her body.
Her fingers next moved to the single snap on her jeans and its zipper. Quickly working both open, her hands tucked beneath the top of her pants. Kicking away the white sandals she wore, she shimmied the jeans over the flare of her hips and down her long, shapely legs, then stepped from them.
She wore panties today, white ones made from a thin mesh of nylon, which did little to veil the soft down of her cunt. The see-through, bikini-style briefs only set her admirer's balls to do all sorts of wild gymnastics.
Easily she skinned her last piece of clothing from her body and stood before him, posing this way and that so he could glimpse every portion of her bare flesh. There was no hint of shame in her actions. She was good- looking and proud of her body. That the boy seated on the couch before her enjoyed her nakedness only made it that much better.
'Beautiful,' he said, his gaze drifting up from the downy, triangular fleece of her pussy to her eyes. 'You really are beautiful, did you know that? It's still hard to believe that I'm the dude you chose.'
'You're a good fuck,' she grinned.
There was more to it than that, but he didn't mind her answer. After all, he thought, how many men in this world have their women tell them they're a good fuck. Damn few, I bet.
'Sort of thought you dug it,' he answered. 'If not you had to be a glutton for punishment.'
'A glutton for you,' she grinned. As he rose from the couch, his arms opened for her.
She side-stepped his hands and shook her head, 'Not until you get rid of those clothes.'
'Yes, ma'am,' he smiled, pulling the tee shirt he wore over his head and tossing it to the sofa.
Imitating her own strip, he slowly worked his jeans down, then pulled off his jockey shorts. When he had first undressed in front of this provocative blonde, he hadn't been sure that a girl could get off on seeing a man in the buff. It took only that one time for him to learn that this one could.
As his eyes rose back to her, he found her gaze focused on the rising length of cock dangling from his crotch. Her massive breasts heaved and quivered with arousal as she looked at him.
'Kiss it,' he whispered, unsure whether or not she would repeat the pleasure she had given him last night.
Without so much as batting an eye, the titsy blonde dropped to her knees before him. Without a soft touch or a cajoling lick, she opened her mouth and gobbled up the hose-like snake of his sex.
He groaned. Her eager approach was unexpected, which made it all that much more exciting. She chewed at him a bit, then sucked, her cheeks hollowed deeply under the intensity of her suction. She licked and lapped. She kissed and caressed. And when she pulled her face from him, his cock stood hard and rigid glistening with the wetness of her mouth.
'You've got a bitch on your hands, remember,' she answered the confusion in his eyes.
He smiled, 'And you've just got a taste of what I'm going to give you.'
'Mmmmmm,' she crooned dropping to her hands and knees.
She scurried around. The rosy cheeks of her ass wagged up at him. An invitation for him to begin the dog- style fuck he had promised. It was an invitation that couldn't be refused.
Kneeling behind her upturned buttocks, he gently caressed the dual cushions of flesh. Waves of goose flesh shimmered up and down her bare spine. She moaned softly, wiggling back and pressing her ass into his palms. He squeezed, kneading the alluring pads of her bottom, an action that brought more goose flesh and moans of growing arousal from the young blonde.
Spreading her thighs, he slipped his right hand between her legs and cupped the mossy rise of her cunt. He rubbed over the furry mound of her sex, squeezing teasingly now and then. Again she crooned softly, indicating she had no objections to the sensuous massage.
His next move was decidedly more intimate. He tickled his index finger up into the core of her mounting desire. She was wet and hot inside, her natural lubricants flowed like a syrupy river. There was little need for the usual foreplay. Apparently her cocksucking had gotten to her as much as it had him. He liked that. It meant that a woman did get something out of giving head to a man. He wondered what her reaction would be to his mouth on her cunt. He made a mental note to give it a try as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
But right now, he had promised to take her dog-fashion and that was exactly what he intend to do.
Wiggling his entrenched digit around in the tight confines of her pussy a couple of more times, he slowly pulled out. She groaned with obvious disappointment as he evacuated her cunt.
But the feeling lasted only a second.
Edging closely behind her, he gripped his cock and directed its turgid head to the upturned slit of her sex. Throbbing and twitching with his needy stiffness, he positioned himself there, poised before the scalloped inner lips of her pussy.
His hips jerked forward and he slammed every inch of his prick into the tight heat of her body.
'Ahhhhhhh!' she moaned out long and loud.
Her whole body quaked as she accepted the thick rod he fed into her belly. He was big, at least as big as her stepfather. He filled her with his fatness, straining the gripping walls of her vagina. He wasn't as deep as when he was on top of her, or vice versa, but that knobby crown of his prick was touching places he had never touched before. And those places were whipping up delicious thrills that swirled and pulsed in her thighs.
He didn't move at first but simply knelt there, his cock burrowed securely in the haven of her body. There was no way to deny he dug the hell out of her mouth. But this was where he belonged. This was made for him. Hot and wet, she clung to his shaft, bathing him in the liquid warmth of her pussy. She felt marvelous, sleeved so tightly around his aching prick. And even more, she knew she felt good to him. Unlike the two other girls who had shared their bodies with him before Kari entered his life, there was no hint of shame in their love-making. This dynamite blonde dug sex and enjoyed pleasing him. That her body gave him pleasure only increased her own.
It wasn't a one-way street. She dug him and made no attempt to hide that fact. Because of that, each time he entered her was a new experience. Each time they made love, he sought new ways to provide her pleasure. In pleasing her, he pleased himself.
'Fuck me,' she moaned back at him. 'I'm your bitch. Fuck me!'
Taking hold of her ass cheeks once again, he slowly drew his cock from her. He paused as the swollen head of his glans threatened to slip from her, then shafted back inside the quivering mouth of her cunt. His pelvis slammed into her buttocks.
'Yes,' she sighed. 'Yes, that's it.'
Again he dragged his swollen rod back and plunged back into the tight crevice of her cunt this time with so much force that he jarred her: nearly causing her to lose her balance. But she didn't complain. Instead, on his next thrust, her ass jerked back to meet him.
Her moans came constantly now, almost whimpering cries of pleasure. Her head hung from her shoulder, lolling from side to side. Her eyes were closed as she focused every ounce of her attention on that fat stalk of man meat pumping in and out of her desire-burning quim. She squeezed down with all her strength as that powerful piston of delight eased out of her channel of lust. Then, as he paused at the top of his stroke, she relaxed, opening
