Chapter 3
Vic reached down with his right hand and toyed with my moist snatch for a few seconds.
"Oh, yeah, nice and wet," he nodded.
"Wet and willing."
"I know. Just wait until I've fastened my cock to you."
"Slam your prick into me, darling. Unleash your cream. I want it, I really want it."
"Then get set. You're gonna get it."
"Oh, yeah, darling."
He hurled his cock forward, reaching out and clutching at my legs as he did so. He parted my legs gingerly, then stuffed his hot, aroused penis inside my mound.
"Oh, yeah, this I want," he exclaimed. "What a nice mound you've got. Oh, yeah, baby. You've got a beautiful pussy. Darling, oh, baby, I'm really gonna fuck it."
With lightning determination and zeal, he slammed his cock into me. He ground it deep into my mound, and all the while I flipped my buttocks back and forth, planning to give him as much sensation as I could.
"That's it, keep flipping your ass," he nodded. "Oh, I love fucking you. Oh, I just love sticking my prick inside your pussy."
"Yeah, oh, this is such a good screw."
"You're damned right it is."
Vic would massage my ass cheeks for a little while, then would proceed to exercise his fingers over my legs. I liked the thorough, authoritative manner in which he wielded his fingers. After manipulating them against my legs for quite some time, Vic moved his fingers upward toward my breasts. He slid them ever so smoothly against my hot tits, and all the while he was grinding his prick back and forth, sending it with superb grace deep into my mound.
"Just keep busy," I said. "Come on and grind your cock in my mound, darling. Oh, I really do love it. This is what I call fucking."
Once more Vic's fingers found their way back toward my ass cheeks. He reached out and slapped at them, enjoying every sturdy stab.
"Ah, what a butt you've got," Vic exclaimed. "Just made to order for my fucking cock. Oh, honey, this is great. I love grinding my steely tool into you."
The harder and faster that he relentlessly let his cock surge deep into my love pit, the better that I enjoyed it. I lay there on my back, flipping my ass cheeks back and forth, thoroughly enjoying every hot stab that he would provide for me.
"Oh, keep up the fucking," I called out loudly, "Just keep grinding your cock into me, lover. Yes, darling, oh, you're doing so good at it. Keep up the fucking, honey. Oh, this is good. This is so very good. I like the blinding action. I love the screwing. Yeah, baby, oh, this is what I call great action."
While he kept wielding his cock back and forth, flipping his buttocks wildly as he propelled his cock forward into my mound, I recognized just how much closer I was moving toward orgasm. I couldn't take many more of his hot, effective cock stabs before exploding.
"Oh, I've got to juice," I exclaimed. "Your cock action is just too much, darling. A guy can only take so much of that."
"Just keep lying there, baby. Keep flipping your ass cheeks around. It'll be a double-barreled orgasm if you can hold off just a second."
"Ah, I can't," I gulped.
At that point the juices bolted from my mound. I gasped and squirmed as I lay there on my back, enjoying the thorough stabs that he kept sending ever deeper into my love pit.
"Oh, it's so great to juice," I sighed. "But don't worry, honey. I just might be able to juice again. I might shoot about the time that you unleash your juices, darling."
"That sounds very promising."
"Oh, yeah, just keep up that grinding pace. Keep sending your dick into my mound. Oh, darling, keep on stabbing me. Grind your prick, baby. Oh, I really want you to grind it. Send it into me, darling. Yes, baby, oh, I really want you to do it."
While Vic continued piercing me with his hard cock, he leaned forward and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He wanted to engage me in one of our long, tempestuous French kisses, and I was all for it.
While our tongues continued to meet, sliding together in a whirlpool of passion, he stepped up his pace even more than before. I had thought that he was moving as fast as he possibly could earlier, but I found out that he wasn't. He was able to muster even more in the way of excitement and energy as he propelled his prick forward, driving it spiritedly ever deeper into my mound.
When he released his tongue from my mouth, he reached down with it and let it tickle my left nipple. Back and forth he circulated it, all the while spearing me that much more intensely with his hard cock.
"Keep that thundering cock flying," I said, "you're really moving it, baby. Oh, I like your action. You're so good, honey. I really love your fuck. Oh, honey, you're really thundering it into me. Just keep up the screwing. Drive your cock, baby. Ah, I love the blistering pace. Fuck me, darling, ah, you've got to keep on fucking me. Yes, you're gonna unleash your juices. I just know that you are. Just a few more strokes, baby. Yes, oh, this is nice, so very, very nice."
A few moments later, he removed his tongue from my nipple. He had a wild expression in his eyes, one that told me with no uncertainty just where he stood. He just had to get off his rocks, and I knew that he was just about there.
"Ah, just a few strokes and I'm gonna unleash my juices," he sighed.
"Go ahead, darling. I've got another load stored up inside me."
"Are you gonna juice?"
"Yes. I thought I could make it again."
"You're as oversexed a chick as I ever encountered," he laughed. "And I love you for it."
He reached back for one extra effort, heaved a sigh, then let his cock rip even deeper into my hot love pit. He reached out with both hands and clutched at my ass cheeks. He held onto them ever so tightly, squeezing the hot, warm flesh, and as he did so he dug his cock ever deeper into my mound.
"Oh, yeah, here I go," he sighed, "I hope you're ready to juice."
"Oh, I gasped, I'm going, going, going, going. Oh, I'm juicing, baby, oh, it's so nice, oh, fuck me, Slain your cock into me, drive your prick inside my mound, baby. Oh, what a feeling, oh, it's wonderful. Oh, sweetheart, oh, yes, it's nice, oh, so very nice, oh, I love it, baby."
While I was going out of my gourd with passionate orgasmic ecstasy, he ground his prick deep inside my pussy a few more times.
"Ah, my balls are sizzling," he told me. "Yes, baby. I really feel the heat down there. Ah, I've just got to erupt. The juices are gonna fly. Just wait, darling. Yeah, the juices are really gonna shoot."
"Keep fucking me."
"Oh, yeah."
While he gulped and gasped, his trembling fingers continued to hold onto my ass cheeks. A few moments later, the first few droplets of his thick white juice shot from the end of his long organ.
"Oh, baby, what a feeling," he sighed, "it's shooting out of there. Feel it, honey."
"Oh, yeah. I like it. "The stuff's really spurting. Oh, what sensations. I love every bit of it. Oh, what a screw, darling. Oh, baby, this is good, oh, very good."
His body flipped back and forth. He was in the throes of ecstasy, the spurting white juices spilling from the end of his rod and into my pussy.
"I love it," I sighed, "oh, what a fuck you are, baby. Do you ever grind it into me. Oh, what feelings, oh, what wonderful feelings. It's so good, so very, very good."
He leaned forward and deposited a long, breathless kiss to my lips. He was showing me just how much he appreciated the fuck that had transpired between us.
He removed his lips from mine and his cock from my pussy, but I knew that Vic wasn't through by any matter of means. He would need to get off at least one more time.
As a matter of fact, whereas I anticipated he would rest for a few minutes, he did nothing of the kind. He reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to move up and down his long pecker.
"You're still hard. Your dick hardly went down at all," I noticed.
"I know. Isn't that great? It means that everything is in good shape. I'm running my fingers over it, darling. I'm anxious to get off one more time."
"You will. There's no doubt about that."
"I hope that you're in the mood for some good cock sucking."
"I'm always in the mood for that where you're concerned," I laughed.
"Fine. Then we both speak the same language."
"We certainly do."
"Would you like to take over and suck my balls again?"
"I'd consider it an honor, my dear."
"That's good. Then let's do it."
"Why not?"
Soon I leaned forward and allowed my tongue to swiftly attack his balls. I wasn't going to hold back. As far as I was concerned, there was no time for formality. I wanted to just drill his balls with everything that I had, and get him ready for a wild cock suck.
While my tongue energetically sliced against his scrotum, I reached out with both hands and pumped my fingers sharply up and down the full length of his sturdy organ.
"Yeah, that's good, that's what I like," he nodded. "Keep up that wild action, baby. Oh, you really know how to turn a guy on. Keep it moving. Keep your tongue sliding, darling. Oh, that's what I call good. This is great action, sweetheart. Yes, baby, oh, it's really nice, so very nice."
His buttocks kept flipping back and forth. That was a tangible sign as to just how aroused he was getting. I observed that the perspiration was beginning to roll down both sides of his face and was surfacing under his arms as well. Soon he would be drenched in sweat, the combination of physical activity and the sexual electricity.
"Keep on sucking me," he gasped, "oh, work your tongue over my balls. Come on and slide your fingers up and down my prick, too, baby. I really need it. Oh, that's the kind of action that I need from you, baby."
Every now and then, as my tongue worked swiftly against his balls, and as my fingers slid up and down his cock, he would reach out and goose me with both hands. He'd slap at my ass cheeks, enjoying the developing action that was taking place between us.
"Okay, so now you can start sucking my cock," he told me with impatience at one point. "Start driving your tongue against my prick, lover. I really need that action. You've done such a good job on my balls. So now I wish you'd play with my balls and suck my cock." I began to work my tongue over the tip of my lover's bulging pecker. It was standing tall, every bit as firm and erect as it had been prior to the time that it exploded.
"Go ahead, another explosion is in store," he laughed. "You might just as well swallow every drop of my hot white cream, baby. I want to give you the chance, sweetheart. Go to work, darling. Oh, yeah, suck my hot dick."
I worked my tongue quickly, driving it up and down his long, huge pole. While the sucking continued, I worked my fingers with great rapidity over his balls. I loved squeezing and fondling them, and the longer that the activity developed, the closer that I recognized I was moving him toward a passionate climax.
"Keep up the sucking," he called out, "oh, just work your tongue over my cock. Play with my balls. Yes, keep up those movements. Oh, baby, I really want it. I want this action~ Oh, honey, suck me good. Come on, darling, suck me."
He reached out, and with sweaty, trembling fingers, ran them through my strands of long blonde hair. As he touched, me, it got me that much more excited. He was lying back, his quivering legs spread, as I kept on with the sucking, driving my tongue wildly up and down the full length of his scorching stick.
"Bring me off," he called out, "oh, I really need to explode, darling. Yes, honey, oh, I want to unleash my juices. Just keep sucking me. Keep your fingers moving against my balls. Keep sucking my dick.
Oh, grind your tongue, lover. Come on and bring me off."
A few moments later, I recognized that his juices were about ready to shoot.
His ass cheeks were flouncing up and down on the bed, and he was breathing louder and heavier than ever.
"Lap up the cream," he called out, "oh, darling, the stuff is gonna shoot. Go after it, baby. I know you want it. Go get my hot juice. I want you to swallow it. Ah, go get it, lover. You've got to get it. Oh, I want you to have it. Go ahead, suck it, oh, suck it."
Just as he was ready to explode, he reached out and clasped his legs against both sides of my head. He was giving me an idea of his dominant presence. By allowing his legs to surround both sides of my head, he knew I would get the point. I was his woman, and he was dominating me. It felt good as I kept on sucking, driving my tongue steadily up and down as the juices were set to explode from his raging prick.
"Ah, here I go," he said, "I'm gonna juice."
He twisted his body back and forth a few more times, after which the first few droplets of his long cock's load exploded from the end of his spear.
"Go ahead, eat it," he called out, "oh, baby, you know you want it. Here it comes. Eat every drop of it. Oh, sweetheart. You want my explosion. Go ahead, baby, go ahead and eat it. Oh, I want it, sweetheart. Yes, darling, go get it. Oh, nice."
While his body kept twisting, the sea of thick white semen exploded from the end of his organ. It kept on shooting voluminously out of the end of his hot tool and into my waiting mouth.
The first droplets took me a little by surprise, and several of them rolled off the left side of my face. But I managed to catch the rest of his load, and as I gulped hard, I enjoyed every droplet that was spilling from his erect pecker and into my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, this is great," he said, "this is as good as my first load. Go ahead, honey. Swallow every bit of it. Oh, come on, darling, and devour it. Eat it, ah, I like your spirit. Suck out every drop of it, baby. Oh, darling, go get it. Yes, honey, oh, lover, what a fuck you are. Oh, can you ever eat cock. Baby, oh, do it."
As the last few droplets of his hot load ignited from the end of his spear, he reached out and clutched at my buttocks. He hung onto them ever so sharply, and as the juices kept finding their way into my mouth, I felt totally gratified.
I had wanted to do my best by my lover, and had apparently pleased Vic. After all, if he had not been highly aroused, he would never have been able to explode as much in the way of juice into my mouth as he did.
When I removed my tongue from my lover's dick, he threw his arms resoundingly around me.
"What a lover you are," he said. "You know, right from that first day that I saw you, I had the hunch that we were gonna make a beautiful team."
"Did you really?"
"No doubt about it."
"You mean you weren't just thinking of me as a one night stand?"
"You aren't the kind of girl that any man in his right senses would think of for a one-night stand," he spoke soberly.
"I'm glad to hear that."
"No, I could see right from the beginning that you had style and elegance. I was gonna see to it that you got every chance to show what you could do in modeling. I've done pretty well by you, haven't I?"
"I guess so. You got me one of the best agents in the business, and you've gotten me work for your company, as well as referring me to other companies."
"You're damned right, baby. And there's a lot more where that came from. I'm gonna see to it that you get plenty in the way of work while I'm around."
"Gosh, that's so nice of you. You've been so great to me, Vic."
"I'll tell you what. You know that restaurant right by the ocean? The one with the great View?"
"Oh, yeah. I like their steaks."
"That's the place. I can never remember the name of it. Well, I love a nice juicy steak myself. It's almost as good as your juicy cunt. Remember, I said almost."
"I'm listening," I giggled.
"How about us going out and having a bite to eat?" he asked with a smile.
"That sounds absolutely stupendous," I replied. "Right now I think I need a shower," he laughed, looking down at his sweat-drenched body.
"Go ahead."
"Then we'll have something to eat. This is a cause for celebration."
"Isn't it always after we've had a great fuck?"
"It certainly is," he winked.
I lay back and watched as Vic got up slowly from the bed, then walked into the bathroom, where he would take a soothing shower.