Chapter 11

AhHH!”

I clenched my fingers into his back, mouth agape as he traced the alphabet against my clit. Each flick became more pointed, more precise. Sweat began beading against my skin as a familiar warmth pooled in my stomach.

There it was, the edge I had been craving. Then he stopped. Standing up, he unbuckled the belt of his pants unzipped, pulling out the hard cock that had been hiding all this time. It was like a piece of meat, ready to be eaten, and here I was hungry.

He was average sized but was impressively thick. He grapsed my shoulder and guided me over so I was on my hand knees. I looked up at him. He was starving for this as much as I was.

“Suck.” He ordered.

I gripped my palm over the length of his shaft and turned it to my lips. I let my lips brush over the velvety skin, giving soft kisses until I met the head. I gave a firm lick like a lollipop.

“Mmph.” He groaned, closing his eyes. I began twisting his shaft with my hand as my tongue danced over his tip, gently taking him in my mouth as I sucked and jerked. Bobbing up and down, I enjoyed the sweet saltiness of his sweat in my mouth as he struggled keeping his composure.

I felt his hand travel behind and begin probing around my vagina. I stuck my own hand around to ease spreading over my cheeks, allowing him deeper access to my sopping vagina. I inhaled sharply as a digit coaxed its ways in, exploring the warmth of my inside before moving in and out.

This was a deeper feeling than I’ve ever had. And certainly none of my previous boyfriends had ever made me feel this way. I closed my eyes and pants, breaking from his cock to enjoy this new feeling. I panted heavily, groaning as he inserted another digit. A third teased the outside as I felt my muscles stretching.

I began bouncing back and forth on his hand. What was he doing to me? I began squeezing and pulling at nipple with a free hand, wondering about the slut I had become. Soon, the warmth of my abdomen exploded.

“I want your cock!” I blurted out, thrusting wildly. “Uhghhhh-AHHH! AHHHHHH!” I could control it no longer as my orgasm flooded over me, legs trembling and shaking.  I whimpered softly, enjoying the bliss of our labor. After a momentary breather, I heard him.

“Yeah?” He snickered from behind, turning me so that my knees were on the floor and my front lying on top of the couch. He was going to fuck me doggy style. Fingers quickly retreated from their home in my pussy while I let out a sad moan for the emptiness I now felt. Soon,

however, it was replaced with that wonderful velvet that stretched my open, shoving its way deeper inside me. I felt his pelvis hit my ass as his hips slammed into me. My pussy felt like it was on fire.  With each thrust, we groaned. He gave my ass a quick slap, leading me to yelp.

His hand moved to my breast while the other rested on my hip guiding over pelvic dance. I bounced back and force to meet his rhythm as he quickened, my senses becoming a blur as my thoughts focused on only the terrible and beautiful warmth inside me. Faster and faster it hit me, his groans becoming louder before finally gasping out, his teeth grating against my back.

I nearing my own end, which he seemed to realize, as he gave a few more thrusts before I cried out. Muscles clamping against his cock, I felt the waves of pleasure consume me again. For a minute we both panted, his hand finally patting my side as he slipped out. We both slipped down to the floor sitting next to each other, eyes moving across the fruits of our deed. His eyes darted straight ahead as he broke out into another smug grin. I think I might have to visit my family more often. We both laugh.