I slide my hand up to her breasts. The top she wears isn’t meant to hold them firmly, so they hang loosely underneath, her nipples slightly visible, little bumps under the fabric.She shifts in her sleep, turning her head toward me suddenly. She opens her eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, half asleep and out of focus. I see her perfectly, but she only sees my shape in the dark room. She leans forward and casually kisses me full on the mouth, a quick “welcome home, honey” sort of kiss. A slight wetness, her lips so plump and warm. She gave me a bit of tongue. It was just meant as a quick peck, but it was sensual and sexy. Is that just how she kisses every time? I stare in shock as she immediately rolls to her side, facing away from me, going back to sleep.I scoot in close and wrap my arm around her, spooning her. I press my legs to hers, my belly to her back, my face buried in her thick waves of black hair. I breathe in her scent, my face enveloped. My cock rages up against her butt crack.
She gasps and laughs in surprise, “Oh my god, honey, what’s up with you tonight?” I still stay silent. Her juices are sublime, her flavor is so concentrated and strong. A sourness, but so delicious. Like a sour apple, a bit sweet. Her fluids are thin and watery, in a good way, unlike some girls who are thick and mucusy.I lap away, digging my tongue in and swirling. Flicking through her folds. I can see perfectly under the pitch black blankets. I stare at her as I lick and suck. Her mound is covered in thick black pubes, but they’re trimmed very short and shaved and cleaned up around the edges. Perfectly smooth and well-kept around the folds, but enough hair on top to give her a lovely, natural look. A mom, a wife, a real woman.The folds of her pussy are dark, a nice brown that goes with her Mediterranean complexion. Outer lips soft and a bit puffy, so fun to kiss into. Her inner lips splay outward a bit, partially protruding outside her vagina, flowering open nicely, a bit on the th
I sit upright again and reach both hands down, gripping the thin fabric of her top, right in the middle of her chest between her breasts. I pull apart savagely. RRIIIPP! It’s so satisfying, such a delicate material to tear apart. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, torn straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged.Her breasts are simply perfect. Plump and natural. They flop outward sideways just a bit from how she’s laying. Her skin is pale here, never seeing the sun. Sexy half-dollar-coin-sized areolas, big but the right size for her tits, a darker brown to compliment her olive skin-tone. Puffy nipples poking up a bit, one of them damp.I dive my face down to taste all over her fleshy mounds. Her skin has the slightest sheen of sweat, just a hint of humidity from her orgasm and intense struggling. She tastes just a bit salty as I lick and suck across her breasts.Up
I clenched my jaw, staring into the dirty mirror at Roger’s Pub, and tried to push back the tears. Fuck Nicholas. I fucking hated him so fucking much. Why couldn’t he just listen? Just once. That’s all I wanted.Music bumped in through the walls, and I took a deep breath.No, Janna, you’re not going to cry. You’re going to go out there and have a good time without him. You’re going to get fucked tonight—the way you have been begging Nicholas to do for weeks now.After applying another coat of bright red lipstick, I walked out of the bathroom. A wave of heat hit me as I scurried through the close bodies toward the bar. Lit with blue accent lights, almost every seat at the bar was taken. Nicholas sat at one end, sipping on his whiskey, tie hanging loosely around his neck.I grabbed a glass of ale from the bartender and sat on the other side, glaring at the man who made my life hell. Well, Nicky boy, tonight, I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.After downing the drink, the barten
When he got into the car, he pressed his lips together, locked the doors, and sped onto the highway toward home.“What was that?” I asked, jaw clenching. “You’re ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.”His grip on the steering wheel tightened. I waited for his response—to scream, to yell, to scold me—but it never came.“Are you just gonna sit there and ignore me?” I shouted because that was not what I planned to happen.He was a frightening kind of quiet tonight. I needed something to get a rise out of him. Something. Something. Something.I crossed my arms over my chest and stared out the windshield. “You know what? I should’ve stayed there and fucked him in the bathroom. He touched me more in those last few minutes than you had all week.” No response. “His fingers gliding up the inside of my legs, his cock pressing against my thigh. God, he felt so big. Bigger than you.” Nothing. “I bet he could actually leave me shaking with pleasure—unlike you.” Nothing, absolutely nothing.He calmly
I spread my legs apart and pressed my chest against the wall, waiting for him to enter me. I felt the tip of his head rub against my wetness, and my pussy clenched. He continued to rub against my pussy, not entering me, then slapped it roughly against my clit, causing me to moan. A wave of pleasure coursed through my body. He did it again and watched my tits bounce as I jumped from the pleasure.“Bounce those fucking tits for me,” he said. He slapped me again and again and again with his cock, watching me jump in pleasure.My nipples brushed against the wall, and I moaned. God, it felt so good. So fucking good.I pressed my legs together, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me. I needed a release.He pressed his hardness against my ass, snaked a hand around my throat, and pulled me against him, lips on my ear. “I said, spread your fucking legs.”I did as I was told and spread my legs wider than before. My pussy pulsed, just waiting for him to slip inside of me and take me.
My senior year in highschool ... I had been 18 for about a month. I was so excited, this was my year to rule the school. I wore a sexy skirt and tight top on my first day. I left my long dark hair down, falling almost to my waist. The day went great untill my last period class. Calculus!! Sooo boring. I was passing notes, and generally cutting up, when my teacher Mr. Denton said, "Delilah, bring that note up here right now!"My face blushed fiery red. The note was about him. I refused to bring it up.When he kept demanding it, I stuffed it down my shirt and said, "You can't get it now." I laughed at him.Thinking I had the upper hand, I smirked at him and he said, "Delilah, see me after class".The bell for the day rang and I waited for the class to empty. He said, "I am giving you one last chance to give me that note, otherwise you will have to face the consequences."I grinned and him and said, "Make me."I was in shock ... he grabbed me by the arm and bent me over his desk. He told
I woke in the morning to the fresh scent of tea and toast. The smell was so close to me that I found the dish beside me when I opened my eyes. But it wasn't only the pleasant smell of the food that woke me. My husband, Kyle, stroked my hair, and the hairs on my skin rose in obedience.“Oh, Kyle! Is it morning already?” I asked as I yawned with a hand cupping my gaping mouth.“Yes, it is," he responded, quickly adding, "I made you breakfast.”I sat up and tried not to look at Kyle’s dangling penis as he was naked, but he was standing so close to me that I couldn’t help it.“Is there a problem?” he asked.“No. I want to use the bathroom," I said, pulling my gown on the side of the bed to cover myself. Kyle holds it such that the cloth slips off my body. I didn't mind and walked away after he smacked my right bum. When I returned, Kyle raised another matter with me.“Don’t you like the meal?” he asked.“I like it. It’s quite thoughtful of you to make me breakfast,” I responded, carrying