my slit. Just as I registered them as fingers, they curled up inside me.
An earthquake shook my body. I heard myself moaning, but all I could feel were the waves rising, sinking. Higher, then deeper, the even higher yet. He stroked me from the inside, pushing me out for his mouth to suck me in, and then the waves pulled back all together, and when he licked me again, I could feel tsunami coming. I cried out so high I thought the house might shatter from my voice. My legs shook on his shoulders like a see saw, and he kept tending to me while I crashed down around him. When I had finally settled, he pulled off and loomed in above me.
"Just the thing to quench my thirst." He smiled, and his glistening face reached down for a kiss. I tasted myself on him, and it was the best mélange of flavor.
I felt a new guest approach my door. It swelled my slit and I remembered the old friend who I'd helped minutes ago.
Lucas peeled away and looked down on me. "You ok, baby?"
I felt exhausted but the press of his strength spreading me was already flooding me with new heat. I grinned up. “Not till you’re inside."
He slipped into me, like a hot thick whisper. I was so wet and open, there was nothing stopping us, just his cock head pushing me out from the inside. We gasped together as it stopped somewhere deep inside me.
"Oh god, that's the biggest cock I've ever had," I said.
He grabbed my legs and pressed even deeper. I moaned. “Only the best for you, girl,” he said.
Holding me by the hips he began to ride me into the couch. I could feel my legs wide apart, baring myself to his cock. It must almost be like being back on his black chopper, just holding the handlebars and bouncing along. His cock grew bigger at the feel of my pussy and I wasn't sure if it wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever had, period. Didn't care. I shook, and I took him, and I loved it.
"Oh god you're so fucking tight," he said. "Didn't think you'd be this tight."
"Didn't think you'd get so big," I said.
I had to see it, I tried to prop myself up to get a look, but he started pounding me harder and my mouth started moaning and I fell back.
"I want to see you enter me" I said. "I want to see how dirty we look.”
He looked down, newly aware of what he was doing down there. His cock stretched me out even wider, and I writhed and sank into the couch.
"A bed," he said, still fucking me. "We got a bed."
I looked up at his hot sweaty face, and realized it was a question. "Ok, let's go."
He pulled out and wasted no time jerking me to my feet. We ran hand in hand like kids, panting down a hall, until he suddenly turned into a room.
The walls were empty. The one window was half covered in grime. But he was right, there was a bed. He shoved me forward and followed me down. We landed facing each other, all his muscles imprinting in my flesh. We looked like melting ice cream where our skin met.
I pulled him in for a kiss, my juices already sticky on his face. I licked them off him, and when he pulled back looking fresh, he looked different. Maybe I had cleaned something deeper. I didn't much care. All I wanted as I looked upon his jagged features was that granite back inside me. I fumbled for his cock and he helped it in.
He hugged me as he entered, and we were drawing closer together with every inch of his cock. I let him squeeze in for a kiss and then pressed his chest up. When he took the hint and lifted off, I peered through us and watched his cock emerge sopping from its dark excursion.
Lucas noticed. "You wanna see that again, baby?”
I nodded, and ever so softly the thick bone of flesh dove into me. I whimpered at the sight of it, almost more exciting than the feel of it plunging into my womb. He let me watch him fuck me faster, his own eyes shut in rapture. Every press of his head inside me still felt like an eruption. Whether his cock was growing or I was just that tight, didn't matter. I could feel another quake coming on, but I knew this one would
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko