When her thighs began to shake and her pussy crowned my cock with warm nectar, I left her mouth and made my way back down between her thighs.
What a beautiful fucking sight. “I can’t wait to stretch this tight little pussy.” I smacked her pussy lips hard with the flat of my fingers before giving her my mouth.
I had to squeeze off my cock more than once because like I said, I want my first shot to go inside her. It was painful as fuck but I did it. I took care of her, eating her pussy to multiple orgasms until she pushed my head away. I dropped back in the chair winded and horny as fuck.
She laid where I left her with her hand over her eyes. “You can’t hide forever, go get cleaned up baby.” I helped her sit up, forgetting that my dick was still loose.
Her eyes landed on that shit and I saw raw panic. “Oh shit Lo…what…” She lost all her senses it seemed like. “Give me your hand.” I took her hand and led it to the heat of my cock.
“You see, just flesh and blood, this will never hurt you. Once I stretch that tight pussy of yours a couple times it’ll be smooth sailing.” She looked like she didn’t believe me, and she shouldn’t.
It’s a fact that her pussy’s gonna take a beating, but I’ll make sure she enjoys every minute of it, even the pain. I kissed her to take her mind off her fear and sent her off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
I forced my cock back into my shorts and jeans but couldn’t zip up. By the time her shy ass came back I had myself under control. “I gotta get back to work baby.”
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her long and hard while palming her tit and rubbing my finger over her hard nipple. “You feel good in my arms baby, like you belong. I’ll see you later.” One last kiss to the tip of her nose and I was gone.
Outside the world came back into focus and the enormity of what we’d just shared hit me. It’s been so long since I tangled with a nice girl that I’d lost track of the dos and don’ts.
But nothing about what we just did felt wrong to me so I was hoping she wouldn’t beat herself up too much about it. And if she did, I’ll just have to eat her pussy again to remind her of why that shit wasn’t wrong.
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BELLE
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I sat in silence for the first five minutes after he left. I wasn’t sure what to feel or even what I was feeling, I’d gone numb. Part of me was excited and the other part mortified.
I’ve never acted that way before in my life, I wasn’t raised that way. It’s always been my belief that a good girl should be wined and dined for at least three months or more before things progressed to anything more than a goodnight kiss at the door after a nice date.
I think it’s fair to say that I’d bypassed a whole lot of that in one afternoon. But how do I feel? Not what I’m supposed to feel, or what I was taught to feel, but what do I really feel?
The only answer was that I felt alive in a way that I never have before. My marriage had been more an arrangement of convenience than a love match. Troy comes from a very prominent family as do I, and that’s what we do.
In the end he’d fallen for Samantha because she was more his type I guess. Blonde, svelte. A size two to my fourteen. The thing is, I was this size when he asked me to marry him.
Which I learned later in the heat of one of our many arguments he’d only done to please his parents. That, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
After two years of being lonely in my own marriage and trying everything I could to make it work. After feeling inadequate because I could never seem to lose the weight he wanted me to, he’d thrown that in my face.
I’d packed up and left the apartment that same day. Bad enough I’d hung around after learning about the affair with one of my closest friends. Stupid me; I thought that was the thing to do, to fight for your marriage.
I know now that I was just trying to save face. That my wanting to stay in the marriage was more for appearances sake than anything else. I’d already lived with the put downs because of my weight and the cold shoulder in the bedroom anytime I even hinted at doing something fun.
Now here was a man who was up for it all. Someone who didn’t make me feel like pond scum for having a fun side, for wanting to experiment with my sexuality.