by Amy Brent
Stand up for what’s right, he told me and my brothers.
Never back down.
Go after what you want.
Nobody’s gonna give you anything.
You have to have the balls to go after it yourself.
“Big balls… big balls…”
I kept repeating the words as I held my breath and pulled back my hand to rap on the door. I knew Denny was inside, hopefully alone. I could hear the sounds of a football game on the big screen TV, but no voices. God, I hoped he didn’t have another girl inside. Big balls or not, that would be embarrassing as fuck for us both.
My hand froze in midair as the little voice in my head started chattering in my ear. Oddly enough, that little voice sounded an awful lot like my Granny Rosita, who helped raise me before she passed away last year at the cranky old age of ninety-two.
“Serena, child, what in God’s name are you doing? Are you seriously going to knock on this man’s door and offer yourself to him like a common whore off the street? You barely know this man and you’re going to part your thighs for him? How can you even be thinking of letting him have his way with you? You are your mama all over again! Ay, Serena, what has happened to you? When did you become such a slut?”
“When I grew up, grandma,” I said as I took a deep breath and knocked twice on the door. As the sound from the TV inside the suite suddenly went silent, I remembered that I had never liked Granny Rosita very much. She was an opinionated old crank that thought every man should have his cock lobbed off and every girl should be locked in a convent until she was twenty-one. I guess it never occurred to her that if none of the men had cocks, there was no need for the girls to become nuns.
I heard footsteps from the other side of the door.
I pulled back my shoulders so my tits would stick out nicely and lifted my chin to give him a good look at my neck and cleavage. I could feel the moisture oozing from between my legs. I could smell my juices wafting up through the air. I was glad that I had taken my panties off already and had them dangling from my crooked fingers at my side. When Denny opened the door, I held the panties out to him and smiled.
“Rumor has it that you collect girl’s panties,” I said, giving him a coy look as I licked my lips. “I thought you might like these.”
Chapter 8: Denny
When I opened the door and saw Serena standing there in the sexy French maid outfit with her black, lace panties dangling from one finger and a sly smile on her face, I felt like I had died and gone to Pussy Heaven.
What’s the best thing about being me… Duh.
I had been sitting in my suite alone for hours with the TV on but not really watching it. I’d spent the time brooding and thinking about what I wanted out of life, what my future held, and how Serena Diaz might fit into it all.
Crazy, I know, but the more I thought about the road ahead the greater the feeling grew that Serena would be an important part of that journey. It wasn’t just a sexual attraction I felt for her. There was more; so much more intellectually and emotionally. I loved everything about the girl. Brains, beauty, passion, determination, independence, drive, and a desire to make the world a better place.
Of course, my cock chimed in multiple times to remind my brain that Serena also had a smoking hot body that men would willing die for. Serena Diaz was the total package; and while I wasn’t sure that she was the girl I’d grow old with, I knew she was a girl who would make the journey very interesting.
I tried to swallow the lump that hung in my throat and held out my hand. Serena dropped the panties into my palm, still warm from being on her body, then took my hand in hers and pushed my fingers closed. I squeezed the panties and felt a little tingle go up my arm.
I looked into her eyes and gave her a nervous smile.
“Serena, I…”
“Shhh…” She put a finger to my lips. I resisted the urge to wrap my lips around it and suck it into my mouth. She said, “There’s no need to say anything. Just take me inside and make love to me.”
* * *
I took Serena’s hand and led her into the bedroom, which was dark except for the lamps on the nightstand that were switched on low. The 70-inch flat panel hanging on the wall was tuned to ESPN with the sound turned down. Serena picked up the remote control and aimed it at the TV to power it off.
“You will not be watching ESPN while I’m here,” she said playfully as she tugged my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed in front of me and started tugging loose my belt and unbuttoning my jeans. I stepped out of my shoes and kicked them away. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and boxers and slid them down my legs. My cock, hard since the moment she pushed the panties into my hand, sprung up like a tree branch dancing in the wind. It felt like a lead pipe protruding from the dark curls above it. The head was swollen, purple and shiny like a ripe plum.
“Mmmm, a big boy…” Serena hummed as she licked her lips and smiled up at me. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the shaft and cupped my balls in her left hand, then scratched at my taint with a long fingernail. My breath started coming in shallow gasps when her hand began to slowly slide back and forth along the veiny shaft.
“God…” I moaned, swallowing hard. I put my hands on her cheeks and lifted her face to mine. Feeling like the luckiest man on Earth, I gazed down at her and smiled. “You sure about this?”
She turned her face to kiss the palm of my hand. “I am. You?” I closed my eyes and sighed. Her hand slid back and forth along my cock, knowing that was answer enough.
She lowered her lips to the head of my cock and gave it a little kiss. Then another and another. She stuck out her tongue and held my cock upright so she could lick it from balls to tip and back again. The finger that had been teasing my taint slid to my asshole. As she took the bulbous head of my cock in her mouth, her finger start rubbing slowly around my tight hole, making me flinch, which made her giggle with her mouth full.
“Holy… fuck…” I moaned, putting my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. I watched her devour my cock, holding it steady at the base and taking several inches of it deep into her mouth and out again. My cock glistened with her spit, giving it a fleshy sheen. She ducked her head in and out, slowly for a moment, then faster, then slowly again. She was giving me the best head of my life. I was dying to reciprocate.
“Do you like that?” she asked, smiling up at me as her hand slid back and forth over the full length of my gleaming shaft. She squeezed the head and hummed her approval when little drops of precum oozed out. She licked them away with her tongue and took me back into her mouth again.
I let her suck my cock for a minute more because both of us seemed to be enjoying it immensely (me more than her, I’m sure). Her finger slid into my ass to the first digit and out again. It hurt a little, but felt so good.
Damn… I wanted this blowjob to go on forever, but she was too fucking good at it. Another minute and I knew I would explode with such force that it would literally knock her backward on the bed.
I remembered seeing a cartoon in Hustler once of Superman getting his cock sucked my Lois Lane. In the next frame, he had shot his load and blown her head off. That’s how Serena was making me feel. Like I could explode in her mouth with the force of Superman. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted to cum, just not yet. I wanted to taste her sweet juices on my tongue before burying my fat cock deep inside her and shooting my load.
“My turn,” I said breathlessly, pulling away. “Stand up. Turn around.”
Serena gave me a knowing smile as she kicked off the stiletto heels and did as I commanded. She stood up and turned her back to me. I unzipped the French maid uniform down the back and she shimmied out of it. She was naked underneath. Her body was amazing: large tits, small waist that flared out into round hips and into tapered legs. She had a J-Lo ass; big and round and fleshy and brown. Can I get an Amen!
“Don’t turn around,” I said, reaching around to cup her
big tits in my hands, pulling her back into me. I started biting her shoulder and neck as I peeked down at her tits. Her tits were full and round, like brown globes with large areolas and nipples like raspberry gumdrops. I took them between my fingers and squeezed them until she moaned and wiggled her ass back against me. I slid my cock up and down the crack of her round ass until I couldn’t take it no anymore.
“Lean forward and spread your legs,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders to push her down so that her face was on the bed and her ass was in the air. Her legs were parted, giving me perfect access to her pink pussy and ass. She moaned when my hand parted her pussy lips and rubbed up and down her hole for a moment. I used the juices to lube her ass and slid my finger in half way.
“Payback,” I said, my fingertip teasing.
“That feels… so… good,” she said. “Payback all you want…”
“If you like that,” I said, leaning down to plant a kiss at the top of her ass crack as my finger slid in and out. “Wait until you feel this.”
I slowly slid my finger out and heard her sigh. I got to my knees and turned around so that I could lean back and position my head on the edge of the bed with Serena’s dropping pussy above my mouth. I clenched her ass cheeks in my hands and lowered her cunt to my face until her pussy was mashed to my mouth.
I ate her pussy like a starving man at a Chinese buffet. Her lips were spread and pressed to mine. I stiffened my tongue and slithered it in and out of her tight hole. Salty juices gushed from within her by the mouthful. I licked and sucked and swallowed until my tongue was tired. Serena writhed above me, her pussy rubbing against my chin, lips, and nose, slathering my face in her pungent juices. The taste of her pussy made my cock swell even bigger. It felt as if the head was about to pop.
“Fuck me… Denny… now… please…” she moaned, still rubbing her cunt against my lips. “Get behind me… Denny… fuck me hard… fuck me now… please… fuck me now…”
I slid out from under her and got to my feet. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, grunting like an ape enjoying a big meal. I was a gooey mess, but damn, that was all right with me. I licked my lips as I moved in behind her. Her asshole was glistening and so very tempting, but I would have that delight later. For now, my cock was screaming to be buried deep inside her hot cunt.
“You taste amazing,” I said, licking my lips loudly and digging my fingers into her ass cheeks as I stepped into her. The head of my cock pushed against her hole. It felt fiery hot, soaking wet. I watched as her pussy literally opened up to take in the head, then suctioned tight around the shaft.
I pushed in until I felt the tip of my cock hit her inner wall. Slowly, I pulled out and slid in again.
And again.
And again.
Fuck… my cock was right…
Serena Diaz was the total package.
And hopefully our journey was just beginning.
Chapter 9: Serena
I held my breath when I felt the round head of Denny’s cock press to my pussy hole, which had not felt a cock in a long while. My pussy was very picky. Not just any cock was allowed to enter my holiest of holy holes. And because I didn’t have sex very often, I was super sensitive. Just the tip of Denny’s cock touching my hole sent shockwaves shuddering through my body. Just the touch of it sent sparks through my insides like the Fourth of July.
He pressed into me and I felt myself opening up to him. The moment my pussy engulfed the head, the orgasm that I’d been holding back started to make its way to my cunt. I thought Denny’s pussy eating skills were impressive. The feel of his big cock sliding in and out of my hole felt even better.
“Fuck… Denny…” I pushed myself up on my hands to give him straight-on access to my pussy. I felt his cock go deeper inside me, pushing the breath from my lungs and the sweat from my pores. “Faster… faster…”
Denny dug his fingers into my ass and started hammering into me, jarring my body, making my big tits sway from my chest. I closed my eyes and tried to hang on, clutching the comforter… I was going to cum soon… And I was going to cum hard.
“Fuck… Serena… your pussy… so fucking tight…” The words gusted from Denny’s lips like a man running a marathon. He was pounding my pussy hard now. I could feel him in every inch of my body. I looked down between us and tried to breath. My boobs were hanging from my chest like melons in a sling, swaying, rocking with every thrust. I could see his balls slapping against his leg each time he rammed into me.
“Fuck… I’m… cumming… fuck… Serena… I’m…”
“Cum with me baby,” I said, tensing my muscles to let the orgasm erupt from deep within me. Denny’s fingers clutched my ass so hard it hurt, but in a wonderful way. He jerked against me, his cock like a jackhammer in my cunt, bouncing me around, making me cum hard against him.
As Denny rammed into my pussy as far as he could go, he growled like an animal and filled my cunt with his hot milky goo. I came with him, my pussy gushing like a dam breaking, washing hot juices all over his cock and balls.
A few more grunts and jerks and our first mutual orgasm of the night was done.
I hoped it would be the first of many.
Chapter 10: Serena
I yawned and slowly opened my eyes, giving my brain a moment to register where I was and who I was with. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. I was at Club D. In an executive suite. Denny’s suite. With Denny. I smiled as the memories of the night before drifting through the fog.
The morning sun was beaming through the French doors that opened to the third-floor balcony. I imagined that outside the thick glass birds were singing and horses were dancing in the meadows and all was right with the world. Things were pretty damn good on the inside, as well.
I woke up with Denny’s hard cock rubbing against my ass, sliding slowly up and down between my cheeks. His right arm was draped over my side and his hand was massaging my fleshy globes. He squeezed my nipple until it hurt so good. My nipple was so hard it pulsed with the beat of my heart. His lips were on my neck, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. His teeth tugged at my earlobe.
I rolled over into a morning-breath kiss that quickly made me not give a damn about morning breath. Denny’s tongue was thick, hot, wet, it swirled around my lips and dipped into my mouth to say good morning to mine. He held the kiss as he rolled on top of me and I spread my legs wide. My cunt was still sticky from the night before, but Denny didn’t mind. He kept kissing me as my hand guided his cock to my cunt, then my hands went to his ass to pull him into me.
He filled me completely. My pussy lips yawned then closed around his thick shaft. I put my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. Denny rocked into me slowly at first, then faster and faster as our breath got heavier and heavier. Morning sex never takes long. I wrapped my legs around him and arched my back as his body tensed and his thrusts became jerky. In seconds, we came together. The orgasm swept through me like a brushfire. I could feel the heat of Denny’s load shooting into me. My juices gushed forth, covering his cock and balls with a slime that only lovers found satisfying and sexy rather than icky and disgusting.
After a moment, Denny’s body went slack and I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me.
“Good morning,” he said, brushing his lips to my forehead.
I wiggled against this cock, which was shrinking slowly inside me.
“Good morning to you,” I said. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept like a baby,” he said, rubbing his nose to mine. “Even wet the bed.”
I gave him a sleepy smile and squeezed his ass until he squealed.
“I think we both wet the bed,” I said.
“True. Are you hungry?”
“I am famished.” I rolled my head to look at the clock on the nightstand. “Wow, is it really ten o’clock?”
“It is,” he said, pushing himself up on his hands. “Tell you what, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll have breakfast sent up.”
“That sounds wonderful.” I stretched out my arms and legs and groaned. “Will you join me in the shower after you order breakfast.”
He wiggled his flaccid cock against my sticky box. “What do you think?”
“I think you should tell room service to take their time.”
* * *
There was no comparison to sitting on the third-floor balcony of a hundred-year-old mansion in the fresh mountain air eating French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, while drinking the best coffee I’d ever put in my mouth. Denny said it was the most expensive coffee in the world, called Kopi Luwak, or something like that. He had it imported from Sumatra and said the amazing taste came from the coffee beans being eaten, then shitted out, by a wild cat of some kind called a civet. Amazing how he could hold a straight face when stringing such an unbelievable tale. His eyes danced as he watched me drink my third cup.
“Cat shit?” I held up my cup and licked my lips. “No way.”
“Cats eat and shit the beans,” he said, leaning into the patio table with a big smile on his face. “Just do me a favor. When you Google Kopi Luwak later, just make sure you’re near a toilet in case you get sick.”
