Delivering the Virgin(16)

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."