Chapter 7
"All right, honey," Judy declared a few days later. "It's time you came clean. Who's the man in your life?"
I was shocked at her expectation for candor. Judy was quick to recognize the purpose behind my lengthy absences, my secretiveness upon returning. "What makes you think I'm involved with someone?"
Her lips curved with satisfaction. "I know that look. There's a spring in your step, a gleam in your eye. You're getting laid, honey-pure and simple."
Labeling my intimate sessions with Danny as "getting laid" didn't seem applicable. I preferred to think we were "intimate;" that idiom seemed less trashy.
Admitting I was having an affair with a married man wasn't going to happen. I didn't want to downgrade the opinion my sister held of me. The-likelihood of getting tongue-lashed for subscribing to a hopeless situation strongly existed. Judy would verbally beat me to death about the availability of single men, and the chance to develop a more lasting relationship.
"I'm not seeing anyone," I said, maintaining my composure. "I've just been working late."
"Liar. You've been sneaking around here like a cat in heat."
"I have not."
Judy wrinkled her nose at me. "How dare you try to cover it up. What are you ashamed of? I thought we didn't have secrets."
"Your imagination is getting the better of you," I patently insisted. "It's all in your mind."
She laughed. "Have it your way. Keep your secrets to yourself. I only hope he's as good as Luke."
"Luke?"
Judy drifted off into one of her fantasies. "Want to hear what we did last night."
"Not particularly."
"You're going to, as punishment for holding out on me." She closed her eyes and related their erotic adventure. "He came over for dinner. Food was the last thing we wanted. I was about to order a pizza when he took the phone out of my hand. We kissed passionately, wildly. Our lips remained attached until it was necessary to breathe. My hands were all over him, sliding into his shirt, weaving through that hairy chest, scratching his nipples. He did the same. He took my tits out, cupped them, gave my nubs a pinch or two until they were deliciously erect-then put his mouth over them. He sucked on them hard, using his tongue. I was choking for air. He got me so excited, I thought I was about to cum."
It wasn't fair for her to subject me to this. I tried to empty my mind of all thoughts pertaining to Luke. I was disturbed by my earlier reaction to him. If Judy had an inkling of how close I'd come to making it with him, she might never speak to me again.
"He was fingering me at the same time," she went on, adamant about disclosing the episode in vivid detail. "It sure didn't take but a few seconds before I creamed against his hand. He kept his finger inside me, enjoying the way my cunt lips puckered it. Then he coaxed me to lay back on the seat, lifted me by my knees and buried his face between my legs."
"God," I murmured. She was so descriptive.
"He sucked my pussy like he was born to do it. He lapped my hot drippings, then flicked my love button until I was screaming for more. He made the sexiest sounds, slobbering me. I was drenched, the juices flowing from me in endless supply. The more he licked me, the juicier I got. He fucked me with his tongue, running it in and out of my pussy. I moaned with my eyes closed, clutching the top of his head. I didn't want to stop-not even to hesitate. I couldn't get enough of those piercing slurps. He gave great head."
I visualized all that. I didn't want to think of Luke as a potential lover, but he kept flaunting himself at me. Although he didn't have the equipment size Danny did, he got my juices going. I made an effort not to seem too interested; I certainly didn't want to make Judy suspect.
"He made me cum so hard-just using his mouth and his hands. When he lifted his face, I knew he was ready to fuck me. I wanted it, too. I helped him with his belt, then his zipper. When his cock sprang out, I was ready for it. Luke is so big. It made me sopping wet, just staring at that thing."
If she ever got a glimpse of Danny, she would know the true meaning of "big."
"I worked his cock with my fist, prepping him for my juicy cunthole. He throbbed in my grip, anxious to go in."
I swallowed roughly. Goose pimples formed on my skin. Judy was a bitch to put me through this.
"My pussy swallowed that thing right up in one thrust. He groaned when he reached bottom. Heather-it was so hard, it was like bone."
I had to hand it to Judy: she could really tell a story.
"I laid back and enjoyed myself. I hooked my legs over his shoulders and took it deep. Our groins smacked together. A few times, Luke slid into me whole, then lingered in that position. He said it felt too good to slide back--but when he finally did, I came. His cock was smashed against my clit. I kept feeling the skin of his dick sliding over it. After he fucked me for a while, I wanted to feel that cock high in my pussy, charging down on it, letting it fill me with its throbbing mass. Oh, Heather, I went berserk. I came one more time before I slid down the length of his body. I couldn't believe he didn't shoot. I humped him steadily for several minutes, concentrating on those balls. I kept waiting for those hot squirts in my pussy, but the man held back on me. He wanted to see to my gratification. He was incredible. I got down on my knees, with my tits hanging out. I was going to seal his orgasm with a juicy kiss. He swung those legs open and dragged me toward him. I was breathing hard over that throbbing dick, prepared to give it the hottest suck it ever had."
"Oh, God." I gulped air, picturing it. I was getting wet, yet knew I had to hear this tale to its end. Judy had me in a frenzy. I hung onto her every lust-filled word.
"I opened my mouth and took him whole. My lips just anchored themselves to his head and slipped over that smooth skin. He was slick from my juices-easy to swallow. With Luke, it was one continuous mouthful. Mmmmm, his cock tasted so good, I could have sucked it for hours. I ran my lips up and down its length, applying those butterfly kisses he loves."
Listening to this graphic recounting caused me to work up quite a sexual appetite-one I'd have to transfer to Danny upon seeing him. Strangely, there wasn't the same satisfaction in my thought of that as it was in my thought of having Luke. I actually thought about having him.. . between my legs, in my mouth. Judy forced those images in my mind, and try as I did, I couldn't shake them.
"I sucked and sucked until he was squirming in his seat, getting off on my moist, clinging lips. My sucks left him weak for more. He couldn't get enough-he shoved his entire cock into my face and held the base to my lips. I was convinced he was about to shoot. It was a great blow job. I had him by the balls, sucking that cock. I gave him major lip action. My lips put a clamp on him like you couldn't believe. He was going out of his fucking mind. After managing to restrain himself, he finally exploded in my mouth. I downed every last bit of that gooey stuff."
I gulped. "If your intention was to frustrate me, I want you to know you succeeded. I hope you're happy with yourself."
Judy giggled. "You're going to head straight for that mysterious boyfriend of yours and let him fuck the ache away."
"You're a bitch."
She raised a brow. "I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about. I don't hide things from you."
She acted as though she were entitled to know my confidences. It wasn't as though I were unwilling to share-those disclosures sent to the wrong set of ears could jeopardize Danny's marriage.
I resolved to let her stew. If Judy wanted to broadcast her sex life, that was her business; I wasn't keen in putting mine in the public domain.
The hour drew near for me to get into my car and drive to the motel. Danny was to meet me there for a few hours of sexual togetherness. I started for my purse when the phone rang.
"Heather," Danny's familiar voice whispered, "we've got to cancel."
A powerful surge of disappointment hit me. "Why?"
"Eileen is having guests over for dinner. She is insisting I stay home."
I predicted we would have one of these conversations-it was only a matter of time. "It's okay. It won't kill me to stay home."
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"You shouldn't be. I knew what the score was from the beginning." I injected cheerfulness in my tone. "It'll make our next session that much more exciting."
"Good girl," he muttered. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."
I sighed as I replaced the phone on its hook. Well, it was bound to happen. I couldn't expect
Danny to be with me every night. When one had an affair with a married man, one had to abide by his principle lifestyle.
A long, dull evening beckoned to me. Judy had gone out with her girlfriends-a monthly venture of man-ogling at the bars. I was rather surprised she bothered; after hearing her steamy account with Luke, I concluded other men failed to interest her. Perhaps she tagged along because of tradition. In any event, I didn't have the pleasure-or displeasure-of her company. I guess I wasn't in the mood to enter into another argument.
Television provided little entertainment with its summer reruns. I switched from channel to channel, disgruntled by the quantity of entertainment that medium furnished.
Our subscriptions to various magazines led me down another blind alley; I could not be diverted as I perused each and every one of them. Miserably, I tossed the final one in a heap.
The dawning perception of what I truly craved filtered through prevailing thoughts of amusement. Having spent almost a week with Danny cultivated a dependency on cock. I hungered for it. I couldn't sidestep the recollection of his eager tongue, nor his urgent grip on my thighs. The exquisite sensation of getting speared by his hard dick was another proponent.
I had gotten accustomed to being fucked. It was routine. Danny had turned me into an addict, supplying that need until tonight. Christ, I was aggravated. I ached for him.
The rattle of keys at the door caught my attention. I was surprised Judy came home so soon; I expected her to trudge in well after midnight.
A moment later, my voice caught in my throat. It wasn't Judy who stood at the doorway-but Luke.
"Since when did you get a set of keys?" was my first question.
"Your sister wanted me to come and go as I pleased." He grinned, studying me from top to bottom. "You look pretty good tonight."
I hadn't bothered changing after receiving Danny's call. The low-cut blouse and miniskirt enhanced my well-proportioned figure. My luscious thighs were in full evidence. I made no attempt to shelter them from his view.
"I guess your big sister isn't around," he mentioned, striding over to the chair and depositing his strapping form.
"Don't pretend you weren't aware of that," I said, trying not to let him affect me. "Her monthly jaunts with her girlfriends are like clockwork."
"You don't have to get nasty, Heather. I promise not to bite."
His cockiness began to erode the crusty surface of my disposition. I knew so many personal things about him, I felt as though I'd fucked him, too.
I supposed his company was better than nothing. I would have preferred female companionship, which was far less threatening. I didn't want to do anything stupid.
Sitting with h'im proved to be more of a challenge than I estimated. Luke was clad in a tank top and shorts, revealing much of his studly body as was permissible. I found it difficult to avert my gaze. He looked incredible, and was quite accessible.
Jesus, I was sopping wet. The firm, hairy texture of his flesh made my pulse jump. I wanted to graze the hair that curled around his wrists and covered his arms. I wished I could sneak a glance between his legs and verify if anything was growing in his shorts, but my view was obstructed by the stack of magazines.
"See something you like, Heather?" he taunted. The way he said it made me shiver. The slant of his eyes, the sound of his breathing, the tightness around his mouth fed hot impulses to my brain.
"What makes you say that?" My speech trailed off. My throat had dried. I was so horny, I was numb. God, he was seducing me with his eyes, his voice. This was not an encounter I consciously wanted, but had no choice. The demands of my body commanded my actions. I waited for him to make his move.
Judy's explicit report of their hot coupling echoed through my brain. Her words obsessed me.
Luke wasn't to make it that simple. Sure, he could have made a grab for me-but didn't. I would have welcomed his hand slipping between my legs, then let him finger me. My panties could have been pushed aside to permit a few indulgent pumps. My cunt was well-oiled and ready to swallow cock.
I shifted nervously on the sofa.
"You're not going to run from me, are you, Heather?"
"No. I wasn't even thinking it."
"I think you're afraid to be alone with me."
"Why do you think that?"
"Perhaps because of what you might do."
"You've got quite an ego, Luke."
"I've got the equipment-and the talent-to back it."
God-I wanted to climb into his lap and let him fuck me. I could thrash against that manly body of his and cum in seconds.
Instead, I mustered what strength was left in reserve and crossed my legs. Let him drool for a while, I determined. This attraction definitely wasn't one-sided.
He sighed, shaking his head at me. His eyes swept over me again and again. "Who was suppose to get that luscious package? Did he blow you off?"
"That's none of your business."
He chuckled. "You're shopping for attention, aren't you? You like being gazed at. You enjoy being desired."
"You don't know me at all," I spoke confidently.
"I understand the part of you that fascinates me. The rest doesn't matter. Sex isn't all that complicated, Heather. People like to believe there are variations, but they're fooling themselves. Sex is plain vanilla. It's written all over your face." He took another opportunity to eyeball me. "You want it badly. You're almost desperate."
"You're mistaken." Deceiving him wasn't simple. Luke was sharp. He identified my horni-ness, laying bare my psychological state. "You can't read women at all."
He shrugged. "Believe what you wish."
His arrogance rattled me. I didn't relish being dissected like some laboratory specimen. "You know, if you weren't such a jerk, I might like you better."
"Is that why you didn't bother showing up that night?"
I purposely disposed of that memory. I wanted no light shed on it. "No."
"I'll bet you would like me a whole lot more if you'd kept our date."
He appeared so virile, and spoke with such assurance, I found my defense mechanism collapsing. "Oh?"
"You've seen enough of my style peeking through the door. That remark shouldn't come as a surprise."
He was seducing me with his hot words, his carnal glances. That warm, jittery feeling took possession of my groin. I fared weakly as that shifting tightness gathered in the pit of my cunt.
"The fucking would have been incredible," he continued, grasping the corruption of my attitude. "The pleasure would have exceeded anything that you could possibly know."
"Really?" I murmured, my voice thickening with desire.
He stopped talking and reached for his fly. Very slowly, he unzipped himself. I was shocked he would be so bold. Luke did not have an ounce of shame. He moved his opened shorts apart to afford me the striking sight of his swollen cock straining his underwear.
"This is what you want, Heather. This is the real thing. Let's stop pretending and admit what's important."
I got up from the sofa and moved toward him. My body functioned of its own accord. I was shocked by my willingness to kneel between his legs. My mind was controlled by something deeper and more compelling than ever before.
I studied the bloated shape of his cock. It nearly edged past the rim of his briefs. In the heat of excitement, he had definitely outgrown the amount of cover they provided and wasn't the least shy about showing it to me. I could not believe how engorged it got. The outline of shaft was long and thick. And his balls-their bulging profile completed my happiness.
Luke grasped my head and pulled me to it. He didn't give me a chance to reach inside his underwear. The side of my face was smashed against that hard, throbbing mass. I trembled as he massaged my cheek with it. Its wild pulsations scorched my skin.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
"Yeah," he muttered, grinding his cock into me. "Yeah." His excitement stemmed from glimpsing my ecstatic, glutted features and subjecting me to the teeming hardness of his dick.
When he finally released my head, I managed to sufficiently pull down his underwear and get a look at it. I'd seen it from afar, and had it described to me in vivid detail, but to be confronted with it inflamed my senses. It was a gorgeous cock, extending far from his body. The purplish head bobbed in my face, seeking attention.
I attached my lips to the enlarged cockhead, letting them settle slowly upon his flesh. I wanted him to savor the moment of moist communication.
He groaned as my mouth sank over his cock. "Christ," he gasped, then arched in his seat. I'm not sure he expected my initial effort to be so exacting. To compensate for any amount I'd lost, he inched toward my gulping orifice to reclaim that space. His reaction sent me reeling.
His hands enveloped my head and assisted in submerging that erect thing. I widened my tightly clenched lips to absorb more of his cock. Luke had to be eight or nine inches-a length that thrilled me. I sucked it down smoothly, enjoying every bit. My lips rippled over his solid member, sensing his palpitations. I gobbled him down to the base, just as he started to rock himself to my face. He was incredibly turned on by my accommodating mouth.
"Suck it," he said hoarsely. "Suck that dick, eat it. Get it all in your mouth. Oh, yeah, baby, tongue my shaft, get your lips around the head and suck good. Ahhhhhh. Yeah, now work it down your throat-let me feel the back of your throat. Swallow me, baby. Rub your mouth all over the shaft, keep sucking it. Suck it good and hard, make it all wet. Ahhhhhh, you know what you're doing. I knew you would. Sure, you can handle that big dick of mine. Yeah."
"Mmmmm," I purred, running my moist lips up and down his enormous cock.
He clutched my head, then pushed. Gradually, that massive thing got buried in my face. I ate it with quivering pleasure, daring him to pump my mouth. From the slippery pass of my tongue, all the sensations I fed him were delightfully fresh. He wanted to experience the imagination I could demonstrate.
I peeled what lingered of his shorts over his hips and down his hair-rough thighs. I wanted nothing to obstruct the path of my wriggling tip.
I slurped his balls, engaging those plump things with shimmering saliva. Luke seemed to appreciate their inclusion for my hot licks.
"Eat them," he urged me, shoving them toward my mouth. "Lap them with that slippery tongue."
I obeyed his instruction. I was only too glad to provide him satisfaction. I wanted him to remember the shivering press of my lips and my feverish suck. This session would be branded permanently in his mind, whenever he thought of me.
My tip curled around the firm, bulging flesh. The blond hair clung to my tongue as I probed and slurped. Mmmmm, he tasted manly. I soaked those balls of his in a pool of spittle.
Luke grabbed my head and worked that stiff cock back into my mouth. I trembled, fitting my lips over his hard dick. Sucking him made me hornier by the second. All I could think of was the excitement of feeling his thing buried in my cunt, taking control.
I saw the glow of enjoyment in his eyes. His mouth dropped open, twisting as I sucked him. His handsome face was marred with the contortions of pounding lust. Sweat poured from his brow. His grip on me tightened. Those long fingers of his encompassed my head, guiding my expert flicks. He was quite involved in achieving his own fulfillment.
"You suck good, baby. I can see you're familiar with cock. And you tried to pass yourself off as a virgin. No way-you know what you're doing. You're experienced. Oh, yeah, glide that tongue around the rim, suck the head. Yeah, hug it with your lips. Now swallow me, get it down your throat-Ahhhhh. I can feel the back there. Yeah, you've got it all sucked down your throat. You like it, don't you? That thing was meant to be sucked-sucked by a hot babe like you."
I let him spend a few more minutes in my mouth. I really gorged myself, bearing down until I had every inch drowning in saliva. I sucked it and sucked it until he clenched his fists and looked ready to pop.
His ragged breathing intensified. His shaking coincided with the pleasure I was building with my sucking lips. I was prepared to feel squirts of jism filling my cheeks. He was getting really close.
"I don't want to cum in your mouth, baby," he exhaled deeply from above. "I want to cum in your snatch."
He dragged that thing through my constricted lips until only the bulbous head remain submerged. In an effort to frustrate him, I sucked it hard as though attempting to reverse its direction. With a gasp, he yanked it out. Webs of saliva connected me to that solid, jutting cock. He pumped it with his fist to perpetuate the flurry of sensations he received in my mouth.
"Jesus, oh, yeah. A moment longer and you would have had a mouthful of cum. Whew. Lucky I pulled out." His eyes were glazed with lust. He stared vacantly, fighting to 'Slow the high voltage charge my blow job gave him. I almost expected him to spurt all over my face, he was so excited.
With a heavy breath, he fought off the urge to erupt. "Get on the sofa," he said, his voice hoarse. He sounded as though he needed my cunt to ease the burden in his balls.
I didn't spare a moment. I rose, weak with arousal. My knees threatened to buckle from the weight of stimulation. I was so aroused, I could have cum if he shoved it in just once. I was as urgent to have him fuck me as he was.
The second my ass made contact with the sofa, Luke grasped my slender thighs and separated them. The strength he exhibited stirred me yet further. He stared ravenously at my damp panties. My moist pussy twitched from within. My undergarment wasn't to provide me enclosure much longer. His teeth caught the edge and ripped it open. I let out a whimper as I felt his scorching breath against my exposed pussy.
"Baby," he grunted. "Gotta eat some of that. Gotta stroke it with my tongue, sink into the hole."
I was nearly too intoxicated to watch. The look of passion he leveled had me quivering. After he put his face between my legs, my vision blurred. The sound of his slurps matched with the taunting dabs of his limber tip sent me into oblivion. His muffled groans had me oozing. He sucked the juices of my cunt with an unquenchable thirst. I obtained exceptional head. I grabbed the arm of the sofa until my knuckles turned white, then gradually eased myself toward his hungry mouth.
"Jesus," I hissed through clenched teeth. I shook uncontrollably. My hips jerked frantically toward the source of those feverish laps. I was consumed by a shower of tingling chills.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned, availing himself to my honey source. He used his mouth, tongue and fingers to provide me pleasure.
"Warm it up, Luke," I whimpered. "Warm it up for that big dick of yours."
His slurps made my cunt tighten with excitement. I was prepared to squeeze that cock from one orgasm to the next. I was going to put a grip on him that would defy his staying power.
Luke wasn't done eating me. His satisfaction was based upon my sighs and vibrations. He liked when I shoved my pussy at him, and had quite an appetite for it. He delved into my juicy snatch, penetrating me with his tongue. It was a titillating sign of something much larger that would soon be entering me.
"Yeah," he said, tracing my hot, succulent cunt flesh. He spoke hurriedly between gulps of my nectar. "You're wet, baby, oozing into my mouth. Mmmmmm, gotta drink your liquid love."
"Ohhhhh."
He inserted his tongue into my fuck-hole and began to pump me. I clutched my tits, pinching the nipples as that wonderful thing slid in and out of my snatch. His lingering slurps left me happy and screaming for more.
"You taste so good, baby and good enough to fuck," he muttered after taking mouthfuls of my pink flesh.
"That's what I want," I sighed, reaching for his tongue with my clit. "I want you to fuck me with everything you have." I longed to be overtaken by his masculine strength. Rocking my pussy to his thick, penetrating cock fueled my desire.
For now, receiving his capable slurps furnished me delicious escape. I writhed on the sofa, working my hips, watching that tip brush my clit. I sobbed with joy when he discovered the various points of pleasure and raised my temperature several degrees by whipping them into submission. My flesh hollered for the licks he expertly gave.
"More!" I commanded. "More, please--it feels so good." Those wonderful swirls of ecstasy swam through me. I basked as he let them repeat in delectable profusion.
His face dipped between my legs, his tongue thrilling my clit. His technique was perfectly executed. That soft, winding tip gathered force and friction as it met my hard love button. Juice seeped from my pussy and was quickly dispatched. He lapped my excitement, growling with fulfillment. His large, sturdy hands enclosed my hips, lifting me to his face. He ate feverishly from my cunt until I was dizzy.
I came suddenly and forcefully. I seized the arm of the sofa and clutched for dear life. My hips snapped as I convulsed, slamming at Luke's mouth. I was surprised at the strength of my orgasm-its power left me depleted. Jolts of ecstasy crackled through my flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Yes! Oh, yes!" I sobbed, thrashing.
Luke got to his feet, grinning at the sight of my trembling form. He displayed pride in giving me physical enjoyment.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked, stroking his cock. "Is your pussy hungry for it?"
I was shuddering too much to answer. My response was irrelevant. My erect nipples and wet snatch were acceptable proof of my desire.
Luke grasped my buttocks and dragged my aroused body to him. His dick waited, fully swollen, to give me the fucking I dreamed of having.
My heart skipped a beat as I watched him stroke that long, thick cock. It seemed amazing how something that big and hard going in and out of my pussy could give me so much pleasure. A week before, I would have panicked at the thought of having it split my cunt open-now I was prepared for it. My lips curved. I could handle it just fine.
"I've got to fuck you, baby," he said in a husky tone. I really need to."
The bulbous head was established at my sopping entrance. The hard, throbbing feel of his flesh wildly excited me.
"Ohhhhh." His cock sank into me, letting me relish each and every second of penetration. "Oh, my God, oh, Luke, Ohhhhhh." My cunt lips widened to harbor that wide, pulsating mass.
"Christ-it's as tight as I suspected," he groaned, working its solid length into me. "Oh, yeah, your pussy's scraping the skin of my cock, wet with excitement. You're virgin-tight, baby. Ahhhhhh. You really wanted this, baby. I can feel how much you need it. Ahhhhhhh, let me in there, let me fuck you with my cunt-hungry dick. I'm going to make it feel so good, you won't want me to stop, no matter how many times you cum."
My legs were high and apart, my ankles reaching just past his massive shoulders. The rough matting of his chest tickled the backs of my thighs as he pounded himself into me. My cunt got hot and juicy, responding to the thrust of his hips. His solid, manly flesh dug into my hot squish, pumping deep.
I lunged at him, stroking his cock with my pussy before my strength failed me. I was in no position to assist him. He would have to operate his equipment alone. The orgasm he previously served me exhausted too much of my vigor. Though my cells were entirely awake, I couldn't fuck back. Orgasm had whipped me. I lay frustrated on the sofa, moaning as he drove into my cunt. I glimpsed his expression as he plunged through my flesh, deriving satisfaction. He seemed to be enjoying every second of being buried in the walls of my warm, juicy snatch. His features reflected joy, coupled with mounting excitement.
"Feels good in there," he groaned, filling my pussy with his hard dick. "Bring your cunt to it. Lift your ass and push your hot pussy to my cock. You got it so fucking hard, baby, I'll bet it hurts going in."
"No, it feels great. Ohhhhh."
"It sure does. Man, does it ever. Ahhhhh."
His hands went over my tits. I moaned as he gathered up those mounds of billowy softness and squeezed them. Ohhhhhhh. When he propped the nipples with his thumbs and rotated them, I thought I would go out of my mind. The stimulation he concentrated upon me was more than I was equipped to handle. I writhed, feeling the fever rise through my flesh, taking me by storm. That cock kept pushing its way into my pussy, crammed to the base, occupying that delicate void. Luke was aware how much he excited me as he played with my nipples and fucked me with that big dick.
"Ohhhhhh!" I cried out, suddenly cumming. It happened so fast and so furiously I wasn't prepared. All I saw was the sweat streaming down Luke's body, darkening the heavy matting that covered his chest and the hair along his arms. And I caught his gleam of satisfaction as he steadily pumped me with cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, bucking my ass, pelting his groin with my pussy. The more I jerked, the more penetrating his shaft went. The convulsion lasted several wonderful moments.
After the last spasm rippled through me, my strength returned. I clutched the arm of the sofa and started giving Luke some delicious payback. I renewed those pleasure-giving strokes with ones guaranteed to make his cock prickle. I willed my inner muscles to work as a vise. His dick received varying pressure as it sank into my pussy.
My excitement was also fresh. I coated him with juice that seeped from the depths of my snatch. He became all the more slippery as he fucked through my hot, clinging cunt lips.
I watched him carefully as I gratified him, curious to see if he could control the urge to cum. I moaned as our bodies continued to join, his dick sliding into my pussy, his thumbs rolling over my nipples. I heightened his visual reception, feeding him pictures of shuddering ecstasy.
"You like getting fucked, don't you?" he croaked, rocking his lust-crazed body to me.
"Yes, but only by a man who knows what he's doing and knows how to use his equipment. My pussy is so hungry for you. Jam yourself in there and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I closed my eyes and gave myself over to that hard thing sinking into my cunt. My sluiced, embracing lips caught the taut skin of his cock and tugged. I glanced at his frenzied expression and noted his enjoyment. He was getting off on the friction.
"Yeah, baby, fuck my cock. Move that pussy. It's better than I figured. God, how I've wanted to fuck you. I wondered what it would be like having you on your back with your legs in the air, spread-taking my dick in that tight snatch. Ahhhhh. I just knew it would be good."
He released one of my nipples, then slid his hand across the smooth span of my stomach until his thumb brushed my pubes. Ohhhh. He traced the furry lips of my pussy to my utter delight. His touch was both urgent and soft. When he found my swollen clit, I went momentarily rigid. Ohhhh! I didn't realize the powerful effect it would have. He studied my feverish look as he rubbed it.
"Ohhhh!" I panted, swallowing roughly. "Oh, Luke, that feels so good, don't stop."
"I won't. I want to feel you cum around my cock again."
I slammed him with my pussy, approving of the uproar he caused. Getting jiggled while his cock was buried between my legs was the ultimate sensation. I thrashed-even cupping my tits-while surrendering to it.
Luke thought I was going to spasm again, but I managed to keep the momentum. Instead, I treated him to some unforgettable squeezing. I willed my inner muscles to work his thing into a succulent vise. I moaned from my exertions, attempting to provoke his climax.
"Come on, baby," I panted. "Cum in me, shoot your load. You want to spew in that nice, warm hole. It'll feel so good jizzing my pussy."
"Yeah," he muttered, his face turning red from pounding desire. His eyes rolled upward and his mouth dropped open. "Yeah, I want to cum. Can't hold back-"
I felt the rumblings of his orgasm as he rammed his entire cock into me. I took it deep, hard and eagerly. Ohhhhhhhh.
"Uggghh!" he growled, his features contorted. "Ugghhhh.. .ugghhhh!"
Cum was squirting into my pussy-lots of it. I felt the hot, gooey collection as I writhed on my back. My awareness of it was canceled by the flood of stimulation that overwhelmed me. I began spasming heavily, enjoying the fruits of my efforts.
"Ohhhh! Oh, yes, Luke, you're making me cum! Ohhhh, it's so good, so good."
"Christ," he muttered, his eyes shut as he pulled that dick from my pussy. Cum poured out of me. I shivered as it trickled down my inner thighs. Very slowly, he opened his eyes and gazed down at me. His blond hair hung damply over his forehead. He looked disheveled, but gratified. "Whew. That was pretty damn good. Better than your sister, if you can believe that."
Mention of my sister put a damper on my mood. Guilt descended on me. Oh, God, what had I done? And Danny-Ohhhhhh! I felt disloyal to him. Lust had gone to my head.
"Hey, what's the problem?" he asked. "Did I say something wrong?"
"I think you'd better go."
"Why?"
I pointed to the door. "I won't explain."
Luke shrugged, pulling his shorts back on. His dick was still hard, jutting across the front of them. "Sure you want me out of here? I could go for a whole lot more of you."
I shook my head miserably. "It was a mistake. We shouldn't have done it."
He grinned. "Oh, yeah, we should have. That was some pretty hot sex we just had. Chemistry like that isn't common."
"I don't want a word of this to reach my sister," I warned him.
He chuckled. "You look cute when you get riled."
"Don't push me."
He was gone after a few more disparaging remarks. He had enjoyed himself too greatly for me to spoil his glory. By the time the door closed behind him, I was shaking uncontrollably.
Oh, Danny, I sobbed. What have I done?