by Amy Brent
A couple of times, I even squirted when he was eating me out. I’d never squirted in my life and was a little shocked and embarrassed the first time it happened, but Sammy fucking loved it. He just opened his mouth and drank from the hose, so to speak.
My fingers gouged into Sammy’s round chest as wave after wave of orgasms rumbled through my body, making me quake and shudder. Just when one orgasm would start to subside, another would start. My body jerked as I bucked up and down on Sammy’s cock.
“I want to see you cum,” I said, sliding off Sammy to sit on his knees and replace my pussy with my fingers wrapped around his cock. Watching Sammy explode like a geyser was one of my favorite things to do. He gritted his teeth and growled as I wrapped both hands around his cock and milked it for all it was worth.
“Fuck... meeeeee…” Sammy’s whole body went hard and he started cumming, shooting long thick ropes of milky goo a foot in the air. It rose and fell onto my hands, covering them, but not slowing their pace. Sammy kept cumming and cumming. I leaned down and opened my mouth and caught the last of his cum in my mouth, like drinking from the world’s best fountain. I loved the warm salty taste of him. I swallowed a mouthful and hummed, then used my lips and tongue to clean him off.
“Holy shit, I love it when you do that,” Sammy said, huffing, trying to breathe.
“I love watching you cum,” I said, licking the sticky mess from my fingers and lips. I wiped my hands on a towel and picked up the Corona to rinse out my mouth. I loved the taste of Sammy’s cum. He did not.
“To my big, cuddly giant,” I said, holding up my bottle and waiting for him to pick his up from the deck. “And his amazing monster cock.”
He chucked and said, “And to my Amazon queen. As long as I have a face, she has a throne upon which to sit.”
“Okay, that was a little corny,” I said, grinning.
“Corny but true.” He tapped his bottle to mine. “All right then. To us.”
“To us.”
We both took a long drink and sighed. What a glorious fucking day.
THE END
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Andrea…
“The next time somebody invites us to a wedding in Colorado in the middle of winter, do me a favor and tell them to fuck off!” Sammy said, rubbing his big hands together as steams of breath puffed from his lips. “I don’t know what Isaac and Amy were thinking, a wedding in Aspen in the middle of winter. Why didn’t they get married someplace warm? Like Hawaii or Tahiti or the Caribbean.”
“Amy loves the snow,” I said. “It was a beautiful wedding.”
“It would have been more beautiful if the bride hadn’t been wearing snow boots and a heavy coat.”
“Well, Amy and Isaac are not the ones who decided to go for a midnight walk in the snow, are they?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Nor are they the ones who couldn’t find their way back to the lodge.”
“Hey, I found this place, didn’t I?”
“I’m pretty sure you already knew about this place and we’re here on purpose,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “I just hope we don’t freeze to death on Isaac and Amy’s wedding night.”
“Hey, this ain’t so bad.” He held out his hands and swirled them through the air, as if that would make the tiny cabin we’d found at the edge of the woods a grand hotel. It didn’t work. It was still a tiny cabin with no heat or running water. My hope was that our body heat would keep us warm until we could walk back down to the lodge in the morning.
Sammy saw the look on my face. He reached out a hand to check on me. “Hey, we’ll be fine. I promise. Are you warming up?”
“I’m warmer than I was an hour ago,” I said with a shrug, blowing warm air into my cupped hands. “How about you?”
“I’m fine,” he said, putting his hands on his hips like Superman. His big shoulders and thick chest pushed against the sweater he wore underneath the parka. He poked his chest with a thumb. “I have plenty of meat on my bones.”
“I still can’t believe you want to stay here rather than make our way back to the lodge,” I grumbled.
“Oh, come on. It’s… rustic.”
I scoffed at him. “There’s rustic and then there’s total insanity. It must be two degrees outside and not much warmer in here.”
“I think it’s romantic,” He said, peeling off the parka and kicking off the snow boots. “And you’re always saying how you love having sex in unusual places.”
“I was talking about body parts,” I said, warming enough to teach him now. “Fine, just shut up and get over here. I have parts that still need warming up.”
Over the past half an hour, we had somehow managed to turn the little cabin into a cozy love nest. Sammy turned out to be very handy when it came to building a fire. Turned out, his dad loved the outdoors and took Sammy camping, hunting, and fishing all the time. Thank God, he taught him how to build a fire that put out heat like a blast furnace. Now, the cabin was toasty warm despite the chill of my mood.
We found two sleeping bags rolled up on a small cot and two kerosene lamps with matches. I lit the lamps and spread out the sleeping bags on the dusty floor in front of the fire place. Sammy had tugged off the sweater and nodded at the me.
“Okay, clothes off!” he announced, starting to work on getting the damp snow pants pushed down his muscular legs. “Come on. Strip!”
“You want me to take my clothes off?” I huffed at him. “It’s freezing out there.”
“We’re not out there,” he said, smiling as his long cock swung free. Even though it was still freezing in the cabin, Sammy’s sausage showed no sign of shrinkage. To the contrary, it started puffing up and getting hard before my eyes. I smiled, knowing I wouldn’t be cold for long.
We stripped off all our clothes and soon were as toasty as two bugs in a rug, huddled between the sleeping bags in front of the raging fire. We were naked because Sammy said that’s how Eskimos kept warm in the freezing Alaska winters. I didn’t know if it was bullshit or not, nor did I care. I knew the best way to generate tons of body heat and it was not by keeping our clothes on.
I lay on my back and Sammy propped up on an elbow next to me. “Warming up?” he asked as his lips worked their way up my jawline. His tongue went around the rim of my ear and I sighed in response.
His tongue wet my lips, then slid inside my mouth to search for my tongue. His right hand slid onto my breast and he kneaded it gently. His finger brushed across my plump, long nipple, making me moan into the warm air. When he pinched my nipple, I felt the waterworks starting to flow from between my legs. I hoped the sleeping bag was waterproof, because I was about to get it extremely wet.
Sammy trailed his tongue down my neck and swirled little circles around my nipples. Fireworks exploded throughout my body as he took one nipple between his lips and teased the tip with his tongue. He suckled the nipple as his fingers squeezed my breast, like he was sucking sweet mother’s milk from a mammary bag.
Sammy’s lips remained on my nipple as his hand slid down my stomach toward my already drenched pussy. He teased me for a moment, tugging at my short red curls, which he refused to let me wax, then slid his finger down the length of my long clit and rolled it from side to side.
I sucked in quick gasps of air through my teeth when he slid his finger into my pussy and swirled it around to cover it with warm juices. He had me melting like an avalanche rumbling down the mountain slopes. I could feel a hot stream of lava flowing from my pussy flowing to my asshole and to the sleeping bag beneath me.
Sammy pressed a thumb to my clit and crossed two fingers and slid them slowly into my pussy as deeply as they would go. As his fingers curled upward and probed for my G-spot, sliding in and out from knuckle to tip, his thumb slid over my clit from side to side.
When he pressed down on the
hard nub of my clit and I exploded all over his hand. I bucked my pussy against him and he started jackhammering the fingers in and out, in and out, until every muscle in my body tensed and I coated his hand with my hot juices.
I lay there struggling to catch my breath for a moment. Even though it was freezing outside and the snow was falling heavier by the minute, my body was on fire. The smell of my sex wafted through the warm air. A film of sweat covered my body. I tossed the sleeping bag that had been covering me aside.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, holding a hand over my heart.
“Still cold?” Sammy asked, his lips on my ear.
“Hardly,” I said, smiling. “Now, it’s your turn.”
I pushed him to his back and smiled when I saw his foot-long cock already thick and stiff, jutting up from his dark pubes with little drops seeping from the slit. I got onto my hands and knees and straddled his face so my wet pussy was at his mouth, then leaned forward and took his cock into both hands and started milking it up and down.
I heard Sammy moan into my pussy when I lowered my lips onto the head of his cock. I held it firm at the base of the shaft so the skin would tighten around the muscles, then licked underneath the head until it looked like a crimson water balloon about to pop. The head of Sammy’s cock glistened with my spit and his juice. It turned a deeper crimson as my tongue worked its magic.
I felt Sammy’s fingers opening my pussy lips. I felt his tongue licking me from clit to asshole. I felt his tongue plunge deep inside me like a miniature cock. I exploded again, showering his face with my hot juices. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and pressed his mouth to my cunt and sucked my juices like a thirsty man who had discovered the world’s tastiest watering hole.
I slid my lips around his cock and bobbed my head, taking in as much of his twelve-inches as I could.
I would take as much of him as I could into my mouth, then press my tongue to the underside of the shaft and slowly draw back my lips.
His cock seemed to grow even bigger in my mouth. It was like sucking on a giant cucumber made of hot flesh.
I held the head between my lips and flicked my tongue against the slit as my hand milked the shaft. Little drops of juice oozed from the slit and I lapped them up like a hungry kitten.
I heard Sammy say, “I want to fuck you. Now!”
I peered down between my dangling tits and saw him smiling at me.
Sammy…
I pressed my lips to Andrea’s gushing pussy and sucked in her wonderful salty juice, lapping it out with my tongue and humming happily as I drank her down. She was sucking the head of my cock and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I peered down between our bodies and watched her milking my cock with both hands for a moment, then said, “I want to fuck you. Now!”
Andrea gave me an upside-down smile and licked her lips. She swung herself around so her pussy moved from my mouth to my cock. She held my cock steady as she lowered her pussy hole onto the head.
The tip of my cock pressed against her wet hole and she sucked in a quick breath of air. She wiggled her pussy down over the head, slowly, then down onto the first inch of the shaft. She put her hands on my chest and stared into my eyes as she impaled herself slowly onto the first five or six inches of my cock.
Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment, then she took a deep breath and started sliding her pussy up and down, up and down, up and down... Then faster… faster… much faster… oh shit…
The breath rushed from my lungs each time Andrea slammed her pussy down onto my cock. I put my hands on her swaying breasts and squeezed the nipples hard. She moaned at the sweet pain and dug her fingernails into my chest. I always had scratches on my chest or my back now. Andrea was a fucking wildcat! And I fucking loved it!
I put my hands on her hips and dug in my fingers to set the motion. Andrea’s eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open, her tongue darting across her lips. I nearly came just watching her about to cum.
Andrea squeezed her eyes tight and moaned, “I’m cumming… oh… god… Sammy… I’m cumming…”
“Come with me, baby,” I said, feeling the fire shooting from my balls, up the shaft, and out the tip of my cock buried deep inside her. I held on to her hips and lifted my ass off the floor and filled her with my hot seed.
Andrea moaned my name again as she came with me, showering my cock and balls with her hot juices. She collapsed on top of me and we lay there trying to catch our breath for a few minutes as the air around us grew hot.
The fire roared in the fireplace.
The little cabin was toasty warm.
We were covered with sweat and juice and cum.
Andrea opened her eyes and smiled.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” she asked, giving me a tired smile. “A midnight walk in the snow… getting lost… finding this cabin…”
“Maybe,” I said, shrugging with my eyebrows. “Would that make me a bad boy if I did?”
“No,” she said, smiling, eyes dreamy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. “That just makes you my Sammy.”
***The End***
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Chapter One
“Nia?”
“Yeah?”
I lifted my head from what I had been so focused on, filling out the form on the desk in front of me to make sure that all the money they’d pulled in from that fundraiser was going to the right place.
“You look so focused,” Freda, the woman who’d found me this position in the first place, grinned at me. “I have to say, I don’t usually find that match too compelling about filling out forms about charitable donations.”
“Yeah, well,” I shrug, waving my hand like it’s no big deal. I wish that I could tell her the truth, that I could finally spill my guts to someone who I knew couldn’t judge me for what had happened, but I had to keep at least the pretense of professionalism here until I got the credits I needed for my final semester. I smiled back, even though I felt as though it wasn’t reaching my eyes.
“Can you give me a minute?” I ask, getting to my feet. “I just need to use the bathroom.”
“Sure,” she nodded. “Hurry back. I have an errand I need you to run.”
“Of course,” I reply, keeping my voice as steady as I could despite the shuddering emotions moving through my body. I made my way through to the bathroom, hurry into a cubicle, and close the door behind me. And as soon as I was in there, I put my head into my hands and prayed that I wasn’t about to let tears fuck up my make-up, the look I’d spent so much time working on before I’d come out to the office today. Telling myself that I at least looked the part then maybe I could convince everyone, including myself, that my heart hadn’t just been torn straight from my chest by what he had done to me.
I blinked a couple of times, gathering myself. No point letting myself get all hung up on him. No point at all. I inhaled deeply, but just when I though I had gotten the better of my emotions they swelled up once more and I felt a tear leak out the corner of my eye. Oh, shit. I dashed it away angrily with the back of my hand and prayed to God that this would be over soon.
The crying jags were still happening regularly enough that they felt more irritating than anything else. I had worked so hard to land this position at Helios Industries, fighting off the interests of at least a dozen of my classmates and talking my way into their charity department so I could put them on my CV.
Maybe that was why it happened? The little voice at the back of my head, the one that seemed determined to make some sense of this one way or another, offered that one up for a change, but I’d heard it before and brushed it away quickly. There was no point blaming myself for any of this. It had already happened and I neede
d to get over it already.
The day that Matt had come home to our shared apartment and told me the truth about what had been going on between him and that girl he’d tried to assure me a dozen times over he was just study-buddies with, I felt as though someone had reached inside me and snatched my heart straight out of my chest. I knew things had been off between us for a while, that maybe I should have put in a little more effort on the romance front, but I figured he knew it was just because I was so busy and that soon enough things would even themselves out. But no, he told me, this was different.
“I’m in love with her,” He looked me dead in the eye and delivered the killer blow, the one that made me feel as though he was squeezing my ripped-out heart in his hand. I stared at him. I couldn’t make sense of this.
“We need to end this,” he gestured between the two of us, and my jaw dropped open. No. Surely. No. Somehow that possibility hadn’t crossed my mind despite what he was saying. There had to be some way for us to be together despite all of this.
“What?” I gasped, and looked around that apartment, the one that we’d shared for the last year and a half. We’d met at the start of our freshman year and since then we’d been…well, we’d been that couple, the one that stuck together throughout thick and thin, the one that all my friends would tipsily tell me they one day dreamed of being just like. And now that was it? It was over? Before I could…when I couldn’t even…
