And the brunette loved it. As I watched, her curvy body shivered once more before flexing and tensing, her pussy clamping down so hard on my dick I thought it might break off, her little body bucking like a wild bull it almost threw me out. But I was prepared and gripped her harder, smashing my groin against her butt, my balls pressed against that clit.
“Oh no you fucking don’t,” I growled. “You’re taking every drop of sperm.”
And the words just made the little girl shiver and shake once more before collapsing onto the bed, her hips still glued to mine as her face dropped into the mattress, heaving and panting, trying to get oxygen.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, eyes closed, a languid smile on her face. “Ummmm.”
And I chuckled deep in my throat, trying to get my own body under control. Because I’d unloaded a huge mass into her, a giant deposit of my salty white, and I was wrung out, totally destroyed from the gauntlet I’d just run, the amazing time with this beautiful brunette.
So slowly, oh so slowly, I began pulling back, enjoying the sight of my dick exiting her cunt. Her pussy muscles gripped me tight still and Laurie has what I call “slut cunt,” or a cunt whose pinkness hugs a dick even when it’s pulling out. I watched, eyes ravenous, as her sweet labia clenched around me, begging me to stay even as I pulled back.
“Fuck, you’re a horny bitch,” I muttered, enjoying the sight of my fat member making its exit, completely coated with a mix of white, her cum mixed with my semen. It was dripping, shiny with the veins still pulsing, almost like I hadn’t had enough.
And the girl just moaned again, exhausted, her little body put through the wringer from its first man-made orgasm. But I wanted one more trick from her. After my dick was all the way out, the hot pole flapping against my thigh, I bent to lick her pussy once more, spreading her folds with my fingers as I gazed at that sweet hole.
“Bear down and push my cream out,” I cajoled. “Let me see that sweet sperm, how your pussy is so fucked.”
And the girl sighed then, exhausted but obeying me still. Her abs clenched, her pussy lips twitching slightly as she concentrated, her face screwed up in thought as she flexed her groin area. And like magic, a bit of white welled up from inside before rising to the top, frothing creamily, bubbling out to run down her thighs, smearing the heavy drumsticks with the evidence of our fuck session.
And to reward her, I bent down and licked it up, sampling the taste of my sperm mixed with her pussy juice.
“Fuck little girl,” I said between laps. “I could do this forever.”
And Laurie just creamed and sighed more, shooting me a sweet smile as cum spilled out from her hole.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Laurie
I’m such a slut around Tucker that I can barely recognize myself. I was a virgin until a couple minutes ago, untouched and unwanted, my only experiences had been with a couple boys back in high school, fumbling and awkward. And oh yeah, there was Gary. But my ex is nothing compared to Tucker, absolutely nothing. In fact, now I suspect Gary must struggle with erectile dysfunction or some other anatomical problem because my delivery man completely blew that loser out of the water, it was like comparing God to an ant. Maybe I should mail a package of Viagra to Gary anonymously, it’d be a useful gift, heaven-sent.
Because in one fell swoop I’ve been de-virginized by the hottest guy I’ve ever met, hands down. Tucker was so commanding, alpha and dominating, ordering me this way and that, forcing me to take his sperm, strumming my body like a fine instrument, making me scream, shudder and twist, give it all up to him.
And what we’ve done is beyond my wildest dreams. I mean, I’d come with his tongue in my ass, my pussy clamping and twitching, spasming with the dirtiness of it all. And the cream pie? Oh fuck, oh fuck, and the fact that Tucker had licked my cream pie, sampling his own sperm was so nasty, so incredible that I could hardly believe it. But it only showed how masculine he was. The fact that he’d tasted his own sperm, been unafraid to go anywhere, push past any barrier, only underlined his maleness, that assertive masculinity that couldn’t be shaken.
And I loved it all, adored these new frontiers that we were exploring together. So I turned my head to look at him, adoring, my body covered in a light film of sweat, exhausted, unable to do much more than shower him with adoration.
“That was good,” I murmured, shooting him a sweet smile.
And Tucker grinned back at me, flashing those pearly whites.
“Yeah, pretty good wasn’t it?” he ground out, one hand lightly stroking over my curves, the hills and valleys that came to me naturally. “In fact, I’d say it was fucking amazing.”