Delivering the Virgin(4)

"Oh fuck," I groaned gutturally, my dick hardening even more, my balls  high and tight, ready to spray at any moment. So much blood had flowed  to my groin that I was ready to shoot on a moment's notice, I was so  fucking turned on, my hands buried in the brunette's curls as she sucked  my dick and fingered my ass.

And she didn't let me down. The pressure on my fuckrod increased, her  mouth going at it like a powerful vacuum while her little hand worked  its magic in my ass, softly teasing before rubbing in circles, nimbly  finding that special place that blew up my pleasure tenfold.

And that was it, I was a fucking goner. "FUCK!" I growled, gushing like a  fire hose on max. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I roared as I unleashed into her  mouth, choking her with lash after lash of hot milk, the white flying  furiously down her throat, filling her cheeks until they overflowed,  semen dripping out between my penis and her lips, coursing down her chin  to drop to the floor.

"FUCK!" I bellowed again, gripping her head tight as I fucked her mouth,  my hips moving like pistons, forcing her to take it. But I could tell  the pounding was overwhelming her, her eyes were watering, lips  stretched unbearably by my size, so I let up. Although I hadn't finished  coming, I pulled out and sprayed the rest of my sperm onto the  coverlet, a pool of hot liquid seeping into the cotton as my dick  unleashed its power, its juice, jerking and spasming furiously.

And the brunette watched with wide brown eyes, amazed at the sheer  amount I had to give. She'd already swallowed several mouthfuls and yet I  was spraying more and more, coating her bed in a film of cum, my seed  so copious and wet that the duvet was soaked through in a matter of  seconds.

And after I'd finished orgasming, my big body heaving, sweat glistening  on my chest and abs, my dick semi-hard still, dripping with remnants of  semen, the little girl did something so disgusting, so rancid, that I  was immediately ramrod hard again.

Because the little slut got on her hands and knees, nude, beautiful and  wet, and shook her kitty at me before dipping her head to the coverlet  and tonguing the pool of cream. That's right, the kitty cat was lapping  at my sperm, drinking the semen that I'd spilled and she was really into  it, closing her eyes while savoring the taste, licking her lips like it  was the best stuff on Earth. And I watched, mesmerized, the nastiness  of her actions jumpstarting my pulse to about two hundred miles an hour.  Because oh yeah, this girl was perfect for me  …  we were two parts to a  puzzle and I'd just met my match.





CHAPTER SIX


Laurie




Oh god, it was so delicious. I loved the fact that I'd just fucked my  delivery man with no idea of what his name was, no condom, no nothing.  It was so wrong and it turned me on, living on the wild side.

Because I'd been depressed and repressed at once, the divorce painful,  and this hot action, this nasty little episode, was just the thing to  shake me from my despair. So I completely let go, acting out my wildest  fantasies, not holding back at all, sucking him deep while sticking my  finger up his ass, drinking his juices, and after it was all over,  pushing my tongue into the wet pool on the duvet.         

     



 

And the big man loved it, watching my every move with ravenous eyes, his dick springing back to life even after he came.

"Fuck, little girl," he rasped hoarsely, unable to tear his eyes away as  I dipped my head for another taste of sperm on the coverlet. "Fuck,  how'd you get so dirty?"

And I just looked up and smiled, pausing for a moment.

"Mister," I murmured throatily. "It comes natural to me."

His eyes lit on fire then.

"Natural, huh?" he asked, slapping a big hand against my ass, making me  jump with shock before quivering with pleasure, those square fingers  already massaging the sensitive space, my skin warm almost hot, tingling  at his touch. "Well, you're the best natural I've ever had."

And I flushed, pleased then. Because I'd been so horny, so provocative  that he hadn't guessed my secret  …  that I'm a virgin. Yeah, it's pretty  unbelievable given that I'd just done a deep-throat combined with a  prostate massage, but you can learn anything on the internet these days  and I've seen my fair share of porn, firing up my laptop to surf the  nasty sites, always making sure to clear my history afterwards. And even  though I'm a slut, what I'd done today was nothing, totally nothing  compared to what professionals did on screen.

But yeah, going back to my admission  –  I'm a virgin who's also a  divorcee. And it makes a twisted kind of sense once you know my story.  Because why else do you think I left my husband? Gary and I dated two  years before the wedding and we'd never done it during that time, never  sampled each other, never explored each other intimately. My ex always  said he wanted to "save himself," arguing that he was "respecting me" by  not touching me until there was a wedding band on my finger.

And I was so young then, so naïve, that I bought it. Gary was completely  different from the boys in high school who'd been all over me, pawing  at my breasts, trying to grope my pussy, even begging me for blow jobs,  pleading with their faces scrunched up, groins twisted in agony. So when  Gary argued that he was being the better man, acting the gentleman, I  believed it.

Except when it came to our wedding night, he didn't deliver. At first,  it was no big deal. We were in the honeymoon suite at midnight,  exhausted from the festivities and Gary was face down on the big bed,  still dressed in his tuxedo, shiny loafers on.

"Gary," I said, prodding his shoulder. "Come on, get up. It's time to get lucky."

I'd shed my wedding gown and was clad in nothing but high heels some  flimsy, filmy lingerie, a tiny teddy and matching g-string I'd picked up  at a French boutique a couple days earlier. Oh yeah, the time had come  and I was horny and wet, desperate to get my cherry popped. Even though  we were exhausted and tired, I was still intent on fucking my new  husband asap.

"Come on Gary," I prodded again, groaning as I rolled his massive form  over, trying to force him awake with a series of shakes at his shoulder.  "Don't you want to taste me? Come on, open your eyes, look," I said.  And I popped a boob out of my negligee, the huge tit pendulous and  creamy as I dangled it against his lips, trailing the pink nipple across  his mouth. "Come on big boy, doesn't that taste good? Wake up, wake  up."

But Gary was dead to the world. He was so gone, so tired and drunk from  partying that I couldn't rouse him, couldn't shake him from his stupor. I  stared at the prone male form, disappointed and horny. WTF?! I'd been  dreaming of this day for twenty-two years and my body was on fire, dying  for cock, running wet and steamy despite the fact that my supposed  partner in crime was a bag of rocks at the moment.

Looking at his unresponsive body, I thought through my options. I could  be a good girl and get in the shower and go to bed, desperate and  unfulfilled, or I could make the best of the situation. I pursed my  lips, thinking. It wasn't fair. I'd been dying for this moment, buying  the special lingerie, shaving myself, primping with high-end products,  and fuck but Gary was such a let-down. I looked at him closely again,  and the man was handsome even passed out, that perfect, chiseled face,  the jaw strong and firm even though his mouth slightly open as he  snored.         

     



 

So I went for it. I was too desperate, too horny, and needed to sate  myself, needed to get myself off as best I could using what was at hand.  And if my new husband woke up midway, it'd just be an amazing surprise  right? Any guy would die to be in his place.

So I crawled onto the bed, moving up his big body slowly, stealthily,  careful not to disturb him. I crouched in a kneeling position, my legs  spread over his face and braced one hand on the headboard for balance.  With my other hand, I swept my panties to the side, baring my sweet  cunt, my nether lips engorged, already dripping with cream and slowly,  oh so slowly, lowered my pussy onto Gary's face. I know I was taking  advantage of him, taking advantage of a drunk man who could hardly  protect himself, but still, what new husband wouldn't die to wake up  like this? It was like a dream come true, most dudes would eat it up,  literally and figuratively.

So sinking down on my knees, I pressed my kitty against his face, wiping  the soft flesh all over his cheeks, chin and mouth. And fuck, it felt  good. Gary was snoring slightly, the air whistling between his lips,  blowing a stream of cool air onto my cunt, and when I ground my pussy  hard against his nose, he let out a honking snort, his eyes even  flickering slightly.

I held my breath, going completely still. But Gary was too drunk to wake  up, so I kept going, circling my kitty on his face, wiping my juices  all over him, my little hand trailing across my clit as I ground onto  his mouth, nose, and chin. And the magic started, a sizzling sensation  began to burn deep in my snatch, emanating in waves out to my pelvic  region, making my knees shiver, my tummy clench and shake with ecstasy.