by Nikki Sins
“See,” she said, reaching down and giving Henry’s cock a couple of strokes with her hand while he continued banging her. “I told you I’d take care of that part, didn’t I?”
Henry nodded, too busy to talk.
“Now let’s see you put it to good use again,” she said. She pulled his hand out of her pussy, stuck his index finger in her mouth, licked it clean, and popped it back out of her mouth. “Do you think—” She popped his middle finger in her mouth and gave it the same treatment. “You can—” She paused in order to lick his ring finger clean too. “Do that?”
Henry swallowed hard and again nodded. He knew that eventually he’d have to get over the embarrassment of talking during sex but for now he was going to stick with what was comfortable.
She slid up and away from him. Still on her back, she spread her legs and beckoned him over. “Then come over here and stick that giant cock inside me.”
Henry didn’t need to be told twice. He practically jumped atop her, so anxious was he to fuck her pussy again. Grabbing his cock in his hand he slid it inside her and started to move quickly against her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she said, her hand on his chest to halt his progress. “Slowly, just like with your fingers. Take your time. There’s no need to rush. It’s not a race.”
He started to apologize again but she cut him off by covering his mouth with her hand.
“I told you before, no apologies. You don’t have anything to be sorry about. This is a learning process. Nobody gets it right the first time. Okay?”
Henry nodded.
“I want to hear you say it,” she said. “I want to be sure you understand.”
“Okay,” he said quickly, wanting to get it over with. His cock felt like it was going to burst through his skin. “I understand.”
“Slowly,” she said, drawing the word out.
Henry dropped his gaze for a moment. With his cock still inside her, he took a deep breath to gather himself, then looked back up at her gorgeous face. “Okay,” he said, far more calmly this time. “I understand.”
“Then prove it,” she said.
He leaned in and starting kissing her. While moving his lower half very slowly inside her, Henry explored her mouth with his tongue.
As she returned his kiss Henry found himself moving slightly more quickly, still taking his time as much as possible, but unable to completely contain his excitement.
“That’s it,” she said, pulling her mouth off of his. They were face-to-face, their noses practically touching. “There you go. Right there, baby. Right there.”
Her encouragement didn’t help him stay calm. In fact it got him more excited, causing him to move faster against her. Which he was starting to think was her purpose all along, as the more quickly he moved against her the more she talked, which just got him going even faster, to which she replied by talking even more. She had to know what she was doing to him.
“Give it to me,” she said, her voice louder now, more intense, pushing him further and faster with every word. “Fuck me with the big cock of yours. That’s right. Like you mean it. Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Henry was giving it to her with everything he had now, his cock slamming into her pussy with every bit of force he could muster.
“God-dammit!” she screamed, losing herself for the first time. “That feels so fucking good! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”
He couldn’t stop, not now. It felt too damn good to even think about slowing down, let alone stopping. And her being so into it just turned him on even further. Right about now Henry was a speeding train that had lost all its brakes. There was only one thing that could end his ride. The end of the line.
They got there at almost exactly the same time, her body shaking and shimmying beneath him just as he tensed up in anticipation of finishing up for good. Her gyrations put him over the edge, causing him to shoot his seed inside her without the usual extended moment of anticipation before release.
“Not bad,” she said between large gulps of air after they’d stopped moving against each other. “Not bad at all.”
Smiling, Henry climbed off of her and dropped onto the covers next to her. He was proud of himself. He wasn’t sure exactly why, but he felt good nonetheless. Far different than the guilt he usually felt after orgasm.
She turned on her side and looked over at him. “You did good, kid. Surprisingly good, actually.”
“Thanks,” he said, feeling his face growing red. He was never very good at taking compliments.
“So what do you say? Should we try this again tomorrow. Say, around noon?”
“I can probably do that,” he said. “But I need to know one thing before I commit to anything.”
“Just one?”
“For now.”
“Then fire away,” she said.
“What’s your name?”
She looked at him and smiled. “Olivia.”
Henry nodded approvingly. The name fit her perfectly. “Pleased to meet you, Olivia. I’m Henry.”
“I know,” Olivia said.
“You do?”
“Of course,” she said. “Do you think I’d just bring home a stranger to fuck?”
“Well, I . . .” Henry stammered.
“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Henry T. Foxx. Quite a while, indeed. Of course, if I would have known how big that hand cannon you keep beneath your pants was, I would have manufactured our little collision quite a bit sooner.”
He tilted his head and eyed her carefully. “You planned this whole thing out?”
“More or less,” she said. “This morning was supposed to be the first of many accidental occurrences that would have inevitably led to the same situation that played out here today, but lucky for me things turned out differently than I had planned, so I sped up the process a bit.”
“How’d you know I go along with it?”
“Please,” she said with a smirk. “What young man wouldn’t take the opportunity I was affording him? Anyone you know?”
He had to admit, she had him there. “No, I guess not,” he said with a little chuckle.
“Of course they wouldn’t,” Olivia said. “Just as none would pass up the chance to continue the affair.”
“You’re that confident I’ll keep on coming over, huh?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “Especially once you’ve had a night to think about where we’re going to go from here.”
“You mean it gets better?”
“Well it sure as hell isn’t going to get worse. Not with what I’ve got planned.”
“And what is that, exactly?”
“You’ll just have to come back to find out,” Olivia said. “But let’s just say that today was just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve got a thousand little tricks I can teach you, if you’ll just give me the chance.”
“Like what?” he asked. “Just give me one example.”
Smiling, she leaned over and starting whispering in his ear. Just a couple sentences, but they were enough to make his cock stir around, even though they hadn’t been done for more than minute.
He laughed and shook his head. “Who in their right mind would pass up something like that?”
“Who indeed?” Olivia said.
“Certainly not me,” Henry said.
“So I’ll see you again tomorrow?”
“Do we have to wait that long?” he said, half-jokingly.
“Unfortunately I already have plans for the rest of the day,” she said. “Otherwise we could hang out and screw around until night fell. But as it is, I’m already running late, so I’m going to have to call an end to day one of your education.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Not necessarily,” Olivia said. “You can actually make it work to your advantage if you go home and do a little homework tonight.”
“What kind of homework?”
“Just a bit of studying.”
“What?”
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“Positions. Things you’d like to do to me. Things you’d like me to do to you. Tomorrow we’re going to see how you react when you have control.”
Henry’s face started to flush.
“But first you need to figure out how to get over your embarrassment,” she said. “Because I’m certainly not going to start mincing my words. If anything, I’m going to get more blatant, more bold as we go along. And I expect you to also. Do you think you can handle that?”
“I can sure try.”
“That’s not good enough,” Olivia said. “You need to figure it out. And right quick. Otherwise you might end up paying the price.”
“And what price is that?”
“You don’t want to know,” she said, flashing him an evil smile. “Of course, after you experience it, you might like it. After all, like I said earlier, it truly is impossible to know if you like something until you try it. And I seem to have a way of making people like it, no matter how much they think they won’t. I can make pretty much anything feel good.”
“I have no doubt about that,” Henry said.
“All right, that’s enough chit-chat,” Olivia said, giving him a little peck on the cheek before climbing up and out of the bed. “I’ve got to get out of here. You can show yourself out I presume?”
“Not a problem.”
“And I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Henry said.
“I knew you wouldn’t,” Olivia replied, looking over her shoulder and flashing him a smile as she made her way into the bathroom. “I’ll be expecting you around noon.”
“I’ll see you then,” he said, rolling out of bed himself. He made his way downstairs, gathered up his clothes, and put them on. With the sound of the shower filling the house he looked around one last time, laughed softly, then shook his head and made his way out the back door.
Henry started jogging back towards his house, feeling a thousand things at once, and not one of them bad. He had a big smile on his face. For once he had homework that he was looking forward to doing. Life was good. And it was about to get even better. A whole lot better.
He couldn’t wait for day two.
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PUMMELING THE EXOTIC BABE
When Tammy first approached me at a bar last week, I was immediately smitten. She was tall, with an athletic body and powerful legs, a huge but firm ass, blonde hair and enormous tits. Plus I soon came to find out she had an attitude to match; super-opinionated, take-charge, straight-forward, no bullshit. Not to mention, she was a freak in the sack. In addition, she was seven years older than me, which has always been a fetish of mine. There’s just something about older women that gets me going like no tomorrow. All in all, she was pretty much my dream girl.
While still at the bar, we came to an agreement that we’d spend one night together, and if I could handle everything she dished out, then I’d earn another night with her, one where I could run the show. I quickly agreed and we went back to her place.
Once we got back to her place, she was in total control, running things from the get-go, never letting up, getting me to do things that I’ve never done before and having her way with me. It was an incredible night, one of my favorite ever, and in the end, I made it through unscathed.
Afterwards, we set decompressed, then set up a date for the week later, at my place, where I’d have the opportunity to turn the tables.
After a week that seemed to last upwards of a year, our second night together finally arrived.
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There was a knock on the door right at eight o’clock. My stomach fluttering, I answered it. It was Tammy, wearing an extremely short white skirt, a black t-shirt with no bra on underneath and clear fuck-me pumps. She was looking as sexy as ever, giving me a hard-on just from looking at her.
“Come on in,” I said, opening the door wide.
“Nice to see you again,” Tammy said, stopping to give me a kiss on the cheek before striding past.
“You too,” I replied, closing the door.
Tammy headed straight to the couch and sat down, dropping her purse on the table.
“Do you want anything to drink?” I asked, looking down at her from behind.
“Maybe later,” she replied, turning to look at me. “Right now I just want to get things started.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, coming around and sitting down next to her on the couch. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked.
“Positive,” she replied. “Are you?”
“I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” I said. “Every since I left your house.”
“So you been thinking about what you’re going to do to me then?”
“Pretty much twenty-four-seven,” I said, smiling.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, pulling her shirt off to free up her ridiculous tits then slipping off her skirt and panties and leaning back on the couch, naked except for her heels.
I didn’t have a good answer, so I dropped to my knees in front of her and slid my hand up the inside of her thigh.
I started Tammy off slowly, with two fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed. After I was banging away at her pretty good, I curled my fingers, allowing me to hit her G-spot while continuing to work my hand inside her, moving it more quickly with every thrust.
“I have to say, this wasn’t quite what I was expecting,” Tammy said softly between moans.
“I learned this little trick from you,” I said, grinning up at her.
“What’s that?” she asked. “How to finger a woman’s pussy? I don’t think I taught you that one.”
“Not that,” I said. “The trick of making your partner feel good early on so they’ll be more willing to do what you want as the night gets later.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, flashing me a smile. “That’s a good one.”
“Which is exactly why I’m borrowing it,” I said, going back to work on her pussy.
Once Tammy was nice and warmed up, I threw one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle of penetration. She lifted her hips up to help the cause, granting me deeper access to her insides.
Low groans were coming from her mouth and her breathing rate was increasing with every passing second. She was obviously enjoying herself, which was good. It meant that my plan was working so far.
Reaching around her leg with my free hand, I grabbed one of her huge, amazing tits and gave it a rough squeeze. Her eyes opened wider for a moment and her face glazed over with excitement.
“You like that, do you?” I said.
Tammy nodded.
“That’s good to know,” I said, switching over to her other breast and giving it the same treatment while continuing to bang away at her insides with my fingers.
I released her tit and reared back and gave it a slap, right on the nipple.
“Fuck yeah,” Tammy said, staring right at me. “Do it again.”
So I did, harder this time.
“That’s right,” she said. “Smack my fucking tits. Slap me around like I’m your little playtoy. Do whatever you want to me.”
“I’m going to,” I said as I continued smacking away at her tits, one and then the other while her groans grew ever louder and more intense.
Wanting to push the envelope even further, I slipped another finger inside her pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure. I grabbed her ankle and pushed her leg back towards her head, pressing it against the back of the couch, folding one side of her body in half, then I forced my fingers deeper inside her, pushing through the tightness caused by my third finger.
“Goddamn that feels fucking good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy hard enough to make my forearm burn. “Right there, right fucking there!”
Lots of women got off more quickly from fingers than from cocks, especially when done right, and Tammy was no exception. W
ith me finger-fucking her with reckless abandon with one hand and my other hand roughly working her tits, it wasn’t long before she was cumming.
Her body tensed beneath me for a moment—her legs freezing and her breath catching in her throat—before releasing. As the orgasm passed through her, Tammy let out a series of curses and her legs twitched and her head shook from side to side.
But I didn’t stop finger-banging her. I didn’t even slow down. If anything, I sped things up, hammering away at her harder than ever.
“Holy fuck!” she cried, still not quite recovered from her orgasm. She grabbed my arm, presumably to pull my fingers out of her pussy, but I yanked it away and held it down at her side.
“No, no,” I said. “I’m not through with your pussy yet. Just sit back and take it. Understand?”
Tammy nodded her head vigorously. Her eyes were opened wide and sweat was gathering on her forehead and her hair was all messed up.
“Do whatever you want to me,” she said.
“Don’t worry,” I replied. “I intend to.” Just to punctuate the point, I slipped a fourth finger inside her pussy.
“Holyshitmotherfucker,” she said breathlessly, making it all sound like one word. “They don’t all fit in there.”
“Yes they do,” I said, slowly working my fingers, loosening her up more and more, stretching her pussy out. “See, they fit in there just fine.”
Tammy started shaking her head back and forth but I knew she wanted to be controlled like this, to be made to do whatever I wanted. And even if she didn’t, we agreed beforehand that this was my night to do what I wanted. Her discomfort was all part of the plan. And it was working to perfection.
“Take it,” I said, staring down at her as my fingers moved further inside her, constantly seeking out deeper access.
“I can’t,” she said.
“Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take whatever I can dish out, remember?”
“I was wrong,” Tammy said.
“No you weren’t,” I said. “You’re doing great. You can handle it.”
“Okay,” Tammy said. “I’ll try.”
She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her face and chest were bright red from exertion and her breath was labored and her whole body was quivering.
