Still kneeling at his feet, I struggled with my sweater before pulling it over my head, flinging the white cashmere to the side, tossing it in a careless pile. Oh fuck yeah, I had better things to do that folding my clothes, they wool could get trashed for all I cared. Because my boobies were bare now, I hadn't worn a bra, the huge ovoids full and heavy, heaving slightly with my excitement. And the good part about having huge tits is that I can suck myself. Oh yeah, I've done it more than once on a cold and lonely night, reaching down into my nightshirt to lift a nipple to my mouth, sucking hard on it, cramming myself full of breastflesh while frigging my cunt. And that was exactly what was going to happen now.
Positioning myself carefully on my knees, I lifted a heavy tit to my mouth before parting my lips and letting the wet cum drip all over, saturating my nipples as I kissed and licked them. Oh fuck, it tasted so good, the sperm on my breasts, the wet cream mixing with my hard nips. Oh fuck, it was too much and I needed my other boob as well.
Lifting my left breast, I turned my attention to this one too, spitting out some of the remaining cum onto my nipple before seizing the pink nub between my teeth, shaking my head this way and that like a dog with a toy, loving the taste of nipple plus sperm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this was so good and doubling down, I lifted both tits at once, stuffing both nips into my mouth.
I knew how dirty I looked, with both breasts crammed into my mouth almost like an acrobat, the huge mounds creamy and white, giant snow-capped mountains, the melting ice Tucker's jism running wetly off the slopes. I sighed, gripping my nipples tight between my teeth and moaned throatily, closing my eyes with ecstasy.
And that's when the surprise happened. I'd been so into my breast play, so focused on dropping mouthfuls of cum onto my boobs that I hadn't been watching Tucker closely. Of course I'd seen him fisting his dick, the way his hand moved faster and faster over his cock, a vise of pleasure around that slick shaft, but I hadn't been monitoring him, hadn't been watching the details.
Because I'd driven him over the edge again. Oh yeah, the tit play was too much and the minute I closed my eyes, chewing my nipples, Tucker took the opportunity to give it up all over my face and chest. Oh fuck yeah, the big man pointed his dick right at me, I was still kneeling at his feet and erupted right onto my face, globs of white hitting my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth as I continued to suck on my breasts. It was so hot, the sperm so tangy and good, just adding to my already existing feast that I whimpered hungrily, my boobs popping out as my cunny began to shake.
"Oh oh oh!" I moaned as droplets of white rained down. "Oh!" I shrieked, opening my mouth wide, trying to catch the waterfall of white.
And simultaneously, my pussy began to spasm, clenching and clamping like a hungry trap, the wet folds shivering with pleasure, tremors shooting from my clit to my fingers and toes, a veritable stream of pussy cream dripping from my hole, forming a pool on the ground.
"Ohhh!" I screamed again, boobs heaving as my twat gave it up, mouth still open as I tried to catch the flying cum on my tongue. "Um!" I heaved again, lunging to the right as his spray flew in that direction, desperate for as much as possible.
But it couldn't last forever. Although Tucker shot gallons, there was a limited supply of the good stuff and he couldn't keep spurting forever. So for the last few pulls, he put his dick right up against my mouth and my lips parted obediently around the glans.
"Mmm," I murmured as the last few spurts jetted into my warm cavern, savoring that tangy, salty sperm. "Mmm."
And the big man just stood over me, watching, his eyes gleaming, shoulders and pecs taut, muscular as I drank the sweet semen, licking my lips, not even bothering to hide how much I adored it.
"Fuck," he groaned out, trailing a finger through my hair, pulling it through one especially thick clump of sperm. "I think I fucking love you."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tucker
Laurie took my admission in a breeze. She didn't bat an eye, or maybe she couldn't because her eyelids were glued shut by the sticky sperm I'd shot all over her face. Because I hadn't held back. Fuck no, although I'd just come hard in her mouth, shooting gallons of jizz down her throat, watching her eat her breasts had my cock rock hard in seconds, the needle at full once more.
And the little girl seemed to have few barriers, there wasn't anything Laurie wouldn't let me do to her. Touch her, taste her, inhale that sweet little cunt until I was passed out, my dick twitching its last drops onto the ground. In fact the brunette was so fucking dirty that I was pretty sure I'd fallen in love, head spinning, flat on my face in devotion. After all, what was there not to love? Laurie was sweet, genuine, a mixture of the high and low, pizza mixed with fancy lingerie in one beautiful package. And she made me feel ten miles tall, laughing at my jokes, listening to my stories, all with genuine interest in her eyes.
And that's what I really loved about her. Her genuineness. Because Laurie thought I was nothing more than the delivery guy but respected it as an honest living. And she was tactful too. When I said I was housesitting for friends, the natural next question would have been, "So where do you live, really?" And know why? It's because women want to scope out my earning power, figure out my socio-economic status. I might be living in Tribeca now, but god forbid my actual digs were East New York or some godforsaken ghetto in the Bronx.
But the brunette gave no indication that her thoughts went along those lines. Instead, she nodded, a smile lighting her face and praised me for the hard work I did, how I needed to take care of myself, eat right and work out, maybe even wear a waist band so I didn't strain my back. And a rush of emotion come over me then, something that I couldn't exactly put my finger on, something that drew me to her like a moth to flame. All I knew what that I had to have her.
But first things first because there was still the mystery of the brunette's virginity. Despite the fact that she acted like a complete slut, a seasoned porn star, in fact this woman was recently untouched and I had to know how in the world that was possible. If she'd been mine I would have been fucking her two, three times a day minimum from the very get-go … and I had.
"Laurie," I said, my chest heaving, both of us nude, exhausted, limp on the coverlet. "I thought you said you were divorced."
She moaned a little, tossing her head, eyes half-shut. Oh yeah, the loving had been so good, so satisfying that aftershocks were still running through that nubile body, making her shake and shiver.
But she answered.
"I was," she coughed a little, throat still dry, swallowing a bit to get some saliva into her mouth. "We just separated. Three months ago," she said, voice still a little raspy.
Again, that made no sense. If I had her for even an hour in my bed, that little cherry would be punched through so thoroughly there'd be no going back. So I shot her a puzzled look.
"You sure you were married?" I drawled. "What dude, much less an alpha male, would leave you untouched? I mean, fuck, I'd be all over you like white on rice, you wouldn't be able to fight me off."
And she colored at that, smiling, but looked sad at the same time.
"Gary and I weren't a good fit," she said slowly. "I thought he was the one but after we got married, it was obvious he wasn't who I thought he was."
I looked at her, perplexed.
"But didn't you date first? Or was this some Vegas hook-up?"
And she looked down, biting her lip.
"Yeah, we dated for two years first," she admitted. "I guess I'm not very observant."
I immediately sat back, feeling bad. God, I'd made my best girl ashamed when she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. What kind of asshole was I? But still, I needed to understand the mechanics so I gentled my voice, letting her take the lead instead.
"Laurie," I said, grasping her hand in mine. "I know this is tough but I can't understand how any guy would turn down the chance to be with you. I mean, look at me," I said, gesturing to myself. "I'm already half-hard again and I just shot one gallon, two, all over you. Come on, that guy's gotta be smokin' something. You're all I think about, you've taken over me after just a couple days."
"I have?" she asked breathily, eyes lighting up. "Really Tucker? I do that to you?"
And I nodded soberly. "Yep, and more than that. I lie awake nights thinking of your sweet body, your sweet, sweet smile and I've even thought about potentially moving in together, just to have you when I want you, where I want you … in my bed, of course."