Squirtmania with Kendra #4
"Jason! I’m gonna!!! oh god, my pussy is locking up!" she screamed, her vision fracturing into pure white light as her core convulsed with a series of violent, crushing contractions.
"Let it out, princess! Drench my cock! Give me everything!" Jason roared, his own pace turning completely savage as he felt her climax hit.
With a final, desperate sob, Kendra’s body went completely rigid.
Another massive, powerful torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy, squirting heavily along his thick shaft, washing over his groin, and spraying across his lower stomach in violent, pulsing waves.
The sudden, extreme lubrication made his cock slide inside her with zero friction, the wet, sloshing sounds filling the room as she squirted over and over again, completely drowning him in her desire.
The relentless pounding had left Kendra completely breathless, her inner thighs slick with a mixture of sweat and her own endless fluid.
Jason finally pulled his thick, throbbing cock out of her with a loud, wet pop, causing her spent opening to twitch violently in the cool air.
He lay back beside her, his chest heaving, covered from his navel to his chin in her clear, hot arousal.
"Fucking incredible," Jason breathed, a dark, completely satisfied grin on his face as he looked at the ruined navy sheets. "You're a genuine freak, Kendra. I knew it the second I saw you behind that counter."
Kendra rolled onto her side, burying her face in his neck, her body still humming with residual tremors. "I’ve never... I've never been like this, Jason. It’s like you just break me open."
"And I’m not done breaking you," he whispered, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing line down the center of her back, making her shiver.
Over the next two days, Kendra’s shyness completely dissolved into a pool of raw, unrated horniness.
She couldn't stop thinking about the way his thick cock felt stretching her out, or the dirty, victorious look on his face whenever she drenched him.
She spent her nights at his apartment, exploring the depths of her body, learning just how easily she could squirt when his heavy construction worker hands controlled her rhythm.
They got incredibly nasty, turning his bedroom into a total splash zone until the air constantly smelled of sex and musk.
By Sunday afternoon, Kendra was back at her family’s suburban house while her parents were away for the weekend.
The summer heat was boiling, and she had spent the last hour pacing around her bedroom, wearing nothing but a tight, tiny black bikini.
Her clit was throbbing, a heavy ache between her legs making her completely desperate for relief.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She snatched it up, her heart leaping when she saw Jason's name.
Jason: What’s my favorite little fountain doing right now? I’m stuck at the site doing inventory and I'm rock-hard thinking about your wet little pussy.
Kendra bit her lip, a wave of exhibitionist adrenaline rushing through her veins. She felt bold, brash, and completely shameless after forty eight hours of his corrupting touch.
Kendra: I’m home alone and I’m so fucking horny, Jason. My fingers are already inside me. I can hear my pussy sloshing from how wet I am.
Jason: Fuck, princess, don’t tease me. If you’re that horny, go outside. Take that pretty little body to the backyard. I want you to fuck yourself where someone might catch a glimpse of my slut.
Kendra’s breath caught. She looked out her bedroom window.
Her backyard was mostly private, surrounded by a tall wooden fence, but the neighbor’s house to the left had a high, wraparound top deck that looked directly down into her yard.
And right now, she could see the shadow of her neighbor—a guy around Jason’s age—moving around on the deck.
The thought of being caught, of the sheer risk of someone seeing her glistening, soaked pussy, sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to her clit. Her pussy literally dripped, a hot drop of moisture tracing down the back of her thigh.
Kendra: The neighbor is out on his top deck. He can see right into the yard if he looks down.
Jason: Perfect. Go outside right now. Pop your tits out of that swim top and shove your fingers deep inside your cunt. Make it loud, Kendra. Let him hear how bad you need it.
Kendra didn't hesitate. Driven completely mad by the dare, she unlocked the back sliding glass door and stepped out onto the sun-baked wooden deck.
The heavy, humid air hit her skin, making her feel completely exposed.
She walked over to the large outdoor couch, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She looked up at the neighbor’s deck. He was standing near the railing, looking out at the horizon, completely unaware of her.
Kendra reached up to her bikini top, her fingers slick with her own anticipation.
With one swift movement, she popped both of her round, heavy tits completely out of the fabric.
Her pink nipples instantly hardened in the warm breeze, glistening under the bright Texas sun.
She sat back on the outdoor cushions, spreading her knees wide open, and reached down into the bottoms of her bikini.
She hooked her fingers into the fabric and yanked the bottoms completely off, tossing them onto the deck.
She lay there completely bare from the waist down, her legs parted in a wide, inviting V-shape. Her pussy was dark pink, swollen, and already glistening under the direct sunlight, a clear bead of arousal tracing a path down toward her ass.
"Oh god," Kendra whispered, a soft, erotic moan escaping her lips as she slid three fingers straight inside her dripping tunnel.
Squish. Squish. Slosh.
The sound of her own wetness was incredibly loud in the quiet afternoon air.
She began to pump her fingers in and out of her tight cunt, her eyes locked on the neighbor’s deck.
She wanted him to turn around. She wanted him to see her fucking herself raw on her family’s couch.
She accelerated the pace, her thumb grinding mercilessly against her hyper-sensitive clit until she was whining out loud, her tits bouncing beautifully with every stroke of her hand.
Unfortunately, after a few torturous minutes, the neighbor turned around and walked back inside his house, closing his sliding door.
Kendra let out a frustrated whine, her body completely primed but unable to reach that explosive peak with just her fingers.
She needed something bigger. She needed to feel stretched out, completely full, just like when Jason’s monster cock was driving into her depths.
She pulled her dripping fingers out of her opening, a thick string of slick saliva stretching between her thighs. She glanced over at the outdoor bar area, where a small stainless-steel fridge sat under the counter.
An idea—wild, crude, and completely unhinged—flashed through her mind. She scrambled off the couch, her bare, wet pussy completely out for the world to see, and ran over to the fridge. She opened the door, her eyes scanning the shelves until they locked onto exactly what she needed.
A large, thick, perfectly rigid cucumber.
Kendra let out a breathy, wicked giggle.
She took the vegetable to the outdoor sink, rinsed it off under the cold water, and walked back to the couch with a ravenous hunger burning in her blue eyes.
Jason had turned her into a complete monster, and she wasn't going to stop until she got exactly what she came for.
The cool, wet skin of the cucumber felt smooth against Kendra’s trembling fingers as she sat back down on the plush cushions of the outdoor couch.
Her round tits were still completely bared to the sweltering afternoon sun, her pink nipples glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
From the waist down, she was entirely naked, her thighs spread wide to reveal her dripping, engorged pussy.
The raw, sweet scent of her intense horniness was rising up in the heavy summer air, completely intoxicating her.
She looked down at the thick green vegetable in her hand. It was easily seven inches long and thicker than her three fingers combined, a perfect substitute for the heavy, unyielding weight of Jason’s construction-hardened cock.
"Jason... look at what you’re making me do," Kendra whispered into the empty backyard, her voice a breathy, desperate whine.
She leaned back against the outdoor pillows, lifting one leg and resting her foot on the edge of the couch to open herself up completely.
She brought the tip of the cold cucumber down, pressing it directly against her hyper-sensitive, throbbing clit.
She let out a loud, sharp gasp as the shocking chill of the vegetable collided with the boiling heat of her flesh.
She began to rub it in slow, heavy circles, smearing her own slick pussy juices up and down the green skin until it was completely coated and glistening under the bright sun.
The friction was pure, unrated torture. Her clit gave a violent throb, and a fresh gush of wetness leaked from her opening, tracing a hot line down the back of her thigh and soaking into the outdoor cushions.
She couldn't help but imagine it was Jason’s broad, dark pink crown grinding against her, preparing to split her wide open.
"Oh god, I need it inside me," she whimpered, her hips instinctively bucking upward.
Slowly, deliberately, Kendra guided the thick tip of the cucumber to her entrance. She pushed forward, easing the wide diameter into her tight, burning tunnel.
Squuuuish.
A loud, incredibly wet friction sound echoed through the quiet backyard.
Kendra’s eyes rolled back into her head, and the most erotic, guttural moan she had ever made tore from her throat.
It felt ridiculously good to be stretched out and completely full again.
Her velvet-soft walls, primed by days of Jason’s savage pounding, greedily clamped down around the rigid vegetable, trying to suck it deeper into her depths.
Not caring if her mom could somehow hear her from inside the house, or if the neighbor suddenly walked back out onto his top deck, Kendra gripped the base of the cucumber and began to fuck herself.