Story 37 #4
She pushed them down and then she grabbed his cock, pulling at it.
Her slender fingers wrapped around it and she marveled at the size of it.
She imagined having it inside herself, the way that it would feel to get stretched out by that monster cock.
But for now, there was still more buildup to be had, and she was enjoying that a great deal.
He kept flicking at the sweet spot of pleasure in her panties, his thumb moving back and forth on her clit. Her moans kept coming, one after another.
He raised his face from her breasts and looked into her eyes. She stroked his face with her free hand. She still couldn’t believe that this man, this man she had wanted for so long, now had his hand in her panties, that she now had her hand wrapped around his monster cock.
Suddenly, he rolled her over onto her back so that she was lying back on the couch. He was between her legs for a moment, and then he got to his feet and looked down at her.
He pushed his pants and his boxer shorts the rest of the way off and stood over her, naked. She slid her panties off and spread her legs, as though offering herself to him. She reached down between her legs and spread her lips. Then, she rubbed at her clit, watching him watching her the whole time.
He smiled down at her, as though he was simply admiring his prize, his new toy.
She lifted her fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips. As she kept watching him, making sure that he was watching what she was doing, she licked her fingers, tasting her own pussy juices. She wanted to show him just what a naughty girl she was.
“Well, now,” he said, “I think I might just have to get a taste of that for myself.
He dropped to his knees then, and she felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart roughly.
Then, he bent his head down and began to lick at her thighs. His tongue moving closer, closer to her pussy. The anticipation was exquisite. She wanted to tell him to go, to move his tongue to her pussy right now, but she was enjoying the moment as well.
And then he was there. The flat of his tongue moved up her pussy, running the entire length of it. He began to flick his tongue back and forth over he clit. He pushed at it and his tongue moved in circles over it. She looked up at the ceiling, crying out as his tongue kept working on her pussy.
He moved down to her lips, licking at them and then sucking on them each in turn.
He then moved to her clit, puckering his lips and pushing them against it before he started to suck on it. Her moans turned to cries as his expert mouth brought her to a whole new level of pleasure.
He kept going, kept going, and she felt as though she might pass out from the incredible, intense pleasure that she was experiencing.
He raised his head from her pussy. She could see her juices smeared around his face. He licked his lips. She sat up and moved closer to him, kissing him, tasting herself on his lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock, feeling it throbbing in her hands.
Then, he got to his feet. His cock was now right in front of her face.
He reached down and stroked her face.
“Go on,” he ordered her, and she didn’t need to be told twice.
She took hold of his cock at the base. She moved in close and rubbed it on her cheeks.
She licked his balls and then her tongue ran up the underside of his cock, moving to the tip.
She sucked on the tip, teasing him, and then her mouth went to the sides of it, kissing them, before she took more of it in her mouth, feeling the hardness pushing into her mouth, her lips tight around it as it pushed right to the back of her throat.
Then, she held it there, sucking on it, her tongue moving over it, this hardness in her mouth.
She began moving her head up and down it, feeling it slide back and forth past her lips. He reached down and stroked her head. She could hear him breathing heavily, and that just spurred her on even more.
Suddenly, he pulled back. His cock slid out of her mouth.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip one more time.
And then he was pushing her back onto the couch.
Her head rested on one of the armrests as he moved between her legs.
She pulled her knees up. He knelt over her, his cock in hand, wet with her saliva.
Then, he bent over her, his face in front of hers, and he pushed his cock into her. He slid it in slowly. She whimpered as she felt it stretching her pussy out. Could she really take all of this monster cock? But she knew that she could, that she would.
It felt huge inside her, and her pussy felt tight around it.
He pushed deep into her and held himself there inside her for a moment.
Then, he began to thrust. He began with long, slow, strokes, pulling out and then pushing deep into her, pushing fully into her.
She ran one hand down his back, down to his ass. She felt his strokes begin to come faster, harder. He wasn’t pulling out as much, and he was starting to pound away at her. She looked past him, up to the ceiling, as she cried out again and again.
He pulled out of her and went to his knees. Now, his cock was glistening with her juices.
He grabbed her and turned her around. He roughly bent her over the armrest now. She looked back at him as he put one hand on the back of her neck, as she felt his cock pushing into her from behind.
He was fucking her harder now, each thrust deep inside her, each one only adding to her pleasure as he built up the pace.
She felt his hand slide down from her neck, down to her ass.
She felt him caress it as his cock kept working on her pussy.
Then, she felt him spank her. That sudden, sharp pain only added to her pleasure.
She was moving herself back and forth in time with his thrusting, matching his rhythm as their bodies, covered in sweat now with the exertion of their efforts, moved as one, worked as one, working toward that ultimate climax that they were both chasing.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her.
He sat back on the couch now, and she turned to him. His cock was pointing upward invitingly.
“Come on, come on,” he ordered her.
She went to him and climbed onto him, straddling him once again - except, of course, that both of them were naked now.
She pushed down on his cock, feeling it pushing deep into her.
She felt it filling her up as she grabbed the back of the couch and her hips began rocking back and forth, fucking him harder, harder.
Her breasts were bouncing, and she pulled them up, pushing them toward him, and then his face was buried between them as she kept riding him, kept riding him.
One of his hands went to her ass and grabbed hold of it. The other hand went to the front of her body, and she felt his fingers flicking at her clit furiously.
It was too much, she couldn’t control herself anymore.
As her hips kept rocking, her orgasm tore through her, making her scream with pleasure, feeling as though she might black out.
And in that moment, she felt his cock shoot into her, again and again, pumping his cum into her eager and waiting pussy.
Then, she climbed off him. She knelt there on the couch, looking at him. She stroked his body. Her hand went to his cock, feeling her juices mixed with his cum as his cock started to soften.
Things had changed for her now. And she couldn’t have been happier.