by Cairo
Kyree kisses my forehead, then brushes a kiss over my lips. “Whatchu thinking about?”
I smile. Take his face in, then lightly kiss him. “You.”
He grins. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. You know that, right?”
I blush. “Boy, stop. You’re just saying that.”
“Nah, for real.” He takes my hand and raises it to his lips, kissing my fingers. “So, so, sexy, baby.”
I close my eyes, guilt flooding my heart.
He reaches between my thighs. And I spread them open, allowing his fingers to find the edge of my panties. He brushes his heated palm over the front of my pussy. I shiver with burning want. And then his fingers slip inside, and I gasp, relishing in his touch. My cunt, slick and wet, clenches in anticipation.
My eyes glisten. I know what I’m doing is wrong. Lying to Sebastian. Lusting after a teenaged boy. No matter how mature he is for his age; no matter the fact that he’s over the legal age of consent, I know this thing between us has to stop. All he is, all he will ever be, is a good fuck.
Oh how good of a fuck he is.
A bittersweet memory of what is, of what shouldn’t be. He has quickly become my addiction. Sometimes in the still of the night, I lie awake at night, with Sebastian snoring lightly beside me, and fantasize about the way Kyree feels inside of me, the way his dick strokes my walls. The way he kisses me and nibbles on my bottom lip with lips and teeth, stroking the inside of my mouth with velvet strokes of his tongue. Savoring me. Other times, desire shoots through me, flushing my skin, while heating my pussy. And I can feel the ghost of his tongue languishing and laving and feasting, touching and tasting my whole pussy.
“Babe,” Kyree murmurs gruffly, his lips gliding over my skin, along my cheek, then over my lips. “I want you so bad.”
He slowly slides his fingers in my pussy, and I mewl out pure, sensual pleasure. I am blazing in heat for him, for his touch, for his kisses, for his good fucking. And I welcome his searching fingers into my wet cunt.
Yes, the tiny voice of caution in my head is screaming I need to end this.
And I will.
“Oooh…” I moan, trembling with carnal want.
But not today, not right now.
Maybe tomorrow.
“Mmmm…”
I gasp and hiss and whimper as my pussy stretches and molds over his cock. I slowly roll my hips until I have him deep inside me, until his hard, thick dick is sloshing in and out of the wetness of my pussy.
Then, again…
“Mmmm…”
Maybe not!
Because the truth is, I love the way his dick throbs inside my pussy, love the way it throbs against my tongue; love the way he tastes and feels. Love the way my body quakes with pleasure every time he fucks into my wetness.
Kyree brushes a kiss over my lips. “Your pussy’s so wet.” I tighten around his fingers; drawing in a sharp breath, before releasing a guttural groan. “I want you to come all over my dick,” he says, his deep longing for me evident in his carnal touch. He pulls his fingers out of me, sucks them into his mouth, then splays his hands under my breasts, cupping them; pads of his thumbs stroking the underside, making my nipples ache.
“Yes, baby, yes…mmmm…you can have this pussy any way you want.”
With his long legs, he leans as far back as humanly possible in the backseat of his mother’s SUV. “Sit on my dick,” he urges softly, huskily.
My nipples tighten as I straddle his thighs, reach between our bodies, then position myself over his dick so that the head is barely inside my slit. This is not the first time I am giving him my pussy without a condom. I want him inside me raw. Want to feel him emptying his balls in me. The deep-seated aching inside me is too much to bear. I need to feel him inside me. Need to feel the curve of his hard, horny dick stroking my walls. Now.
As if reading my thoughts, Kyree grabs my hips and thrusts me down, impaling me onto him. I cry out as his body arches up and he buries himself deep inside me.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohgod, yessss!”
“Aah, shit, baby…your pussy feel’s good. Damn. Aaah, yeah…I can get lost in this shit all night. Mmm.”
“I know it does, baby,” I whisper into his ear. “Your dick feels so good inside of it.”
I pick up the pace. Surrender to the sensations. And allow myself to get swept up in the heat.
“Yeah, that’s it. Ride this dick.” He slaps my ass, then cups each cheek in his hands, squeezing them together each time I come down onto his shaft. He digs his fingertips into my flesh. And I swallow him up from tip to shaft, clenching his dick with swift squeezes of my cunt. My velvety walls wrap around his dick like a heated blanket.
Kyree grunts. “Uh, yeah…daaamn…you got that grown woman’s pussy, babe. Aaah, shit’s so fuckin’ good…”
I smile inwardly as my pussy devours his cock, slathering it with my pussy cream.
“Aah, yeah…give me that juicy pussy…”
His eyes are raging with lust. His fiery hands singe my flesh as he grabs for my breasts. I roll my hips and rise up till his dick almost slips out of me, then sink back down on it. The movements cause Kyree to buck up into me, his head bending and his wet, warm mouth closing around a lust-tightened nipple, then biting into it. Pleasure and pain meld, and my insides melt all over him.
“Yessssss, baby, yesssss…ooooh, baby, yesssss…”
Kyree groans. “I’m about to bust, baby.” He thrusts up into me. His dick rapidly pistons in and out, sloshing out my warm juices. “Aaaah, yeah…uhhh…”
My inner walls shake. “Yes, come for me,” I moan at his ear. “Give me all that good dick. Give. It. To. Me. Aaaah…come…mmm…”
“I feel you grabbing my dick…aaah…feels sooo good…aaah…”
Galloping helplessly, the interior of Kyree’s mother’s SUV fogged and pussy-scented; I am lost to him in pleasure, surrendering to the thrusts of his dick, to the pounding in my walls. I throw my head back. Scream. Clench his thick shaft. And come. Drenching him with cream.
“You ready for this nut?”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
“Give it to me. Mmm. Come inside my pussy.” I continue rocking my hips down on his shaft, roll up it, then slam down hard onto it. The thought of him planting his heated seeds inside of me, pushes me over the edge, and has me reeling into another climax.
It’s wrong. I know it is.
But the thrill of it all pushes me over the edge. I am coming again. Soaking him. He fucks me with all his might. “Aaah, aaah, aaaah, aaah. Here it comes, baby. Aaah, aaaah…” And seconds later, Kyree roars over and over as scorching come erupts inside of me, coating my walls.
With ragged breaths, we both shudder and kiss hungrily, clinging onto the each other as he empties the last drop of his seed into me.
Bodies spent. I am dazed as we continue kissing and softly riding the wave, thrusting through heat and come, stirring into our mixed orgasms.
I know it’s gotten late. Real late. And I should be scrambling out of his arms, but here I am. Still straddled over his lap in his mother’s truck, my cum-soaked folds still pulsing for more.
I kiss him one last time before saying, “I better go.”
He stares into my eyes, holding me down onto him by the waist. “Nah. Not yet. Feel that?”
I swallow. “Yes,” I rasp as his dick begins to swell inside of me again. “Oh, yes. I feel it.”
His lips curl into a seductive grin. “Good. That’s what you do to me.” He pulls me into him by the neck, kisses me on the lips again. “I want some more of you. I need some more.”
His desire-soaked mouth pressed against mine, tongues caressing, the kiss causes me to momentarily forget that I have a husband at home; that I am old enough to be this boy’s mother. That he is my son’s best friend.
Clit throbbing, I let out a soft moan, feeling his dick stir and come alive inside of me. And now those things that weigh heavy on my mind are no longer important as I say, “Then take all
you need.”
“You sure?”
Heartbeat pounding in my ears, I nod. “Yes. It’s yours for the taking.”
Kyree accepts my invitation. The palms of his hands rub over my ass, caressing and pulling my cheeks open until my pussy is spread wide as he moves himself up into me. His curved dick brushes over my uterus, while sweeping over my G-spot. And just that quick, I am shutting my eyes, biting into my lips, giving into rippling pleasure cascading over my trembling body.
“I wanna fuck you in the ass.”
“Uhhh…oooh…”
“You gonna let me get in that ass, huh…?”
Fire blazes through my veins at the thought of feeling him stretching my ass open. He’ll be my first; and, most likely, my only.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
With each thrust, his curved dick grazes my most sensitive spot, hitting every angle of my pussy. Again and again, he nudges me closer to the edge of another orgasm. Oh, God, he feels so good.
“Mmmm…”
“Play with your clit,” he whispers, his warm breath fanning over my face.
Chest rising and falling, I reach between my legs, and sweep shaky fingers over my clit. I gasp for air as pleasure swells and grows inside of me. Deeper, faster, wetter, hotter, he’s pushing me over into a black abyss so deep…
Squeezing, pulsing, squeezing, pulsing, the tidal wave of arousal rushes over me so quickly that I can’t breathe, can’t think. I am lost inside a bubble of aching want and need, of lust-induced desperation. There’s no denying it. Kyree has me turned out. And this wet pussy’s gone wild for his young hard dick.
I squeeze my eyes.
Allow the swell of my own desires to take control. And surrender to the ecstasy.
All Three Holes
ONE
“Aaaah, shit, baby…oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…Goddamn, this pussy’s so good. I’m getting ready to bust, baby. Aaaaah, shit…oooooh, yeeeeeeah…!”
Lord God, why? I think, rolling my eyes up in my head.
The headboard slaps loud and frantic up against the wall as Roosevelt pounds away, his thick ten-inches deliciously stretching my pussy.
Too bad I won’t get a chance to enjoy it for long.
Aside from the fact that Roosevelt is grunting and growling and has kindly announced his looming release, I can tell by the swell of his dick that he’s nearing the end of his rope. I turn my head and glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand. Eight minutes in.
Oooh, this quick-nut motherfucker’s dick feels so good in my pussy.
But I’m so goddamn disgusted.
Disgusted that I can’t even enjoy the wet sounds of my pussy for much longer, the clickety-click-click noises that shamelessly turn me on, because Roosevelt will soon rob me of its hypnotic melody.
Goddamn him.
Big dick. Big loads. But, sadly, he’s a waste of a good fuck.
Yes, my man’s a Godforsaken minuteman, figuratively speaking that is. I mean. He doesn’t actually come in two pumps and a hump. But most times it feels like it.
The longest he’s been able to hold out has been twenty minutes. No. Wait. Twenty-three minutes and forty-seven seconds. I know, because I timed it.
Like I always do.
And, yet, he seems to think that because he has a big dick that this is acceptable. That somehow this—him pounding away for under twenty minutes—is him beating the pussy up.
No goddamn it.
Beating this pussy up is leaving me feeling sore and raw. It’s fucking me until I am babbling and slurring and tears are springing from my eyes, and I am seeing stars. It’s having my pussy weep and cry out. It’s having me walking with a limp, feeling the pounding throb of a dick days after it’s been pulled out.
Oh, my man might stroke it up and stir the juices, but he damn sure hasn’t beaten shit up in years. And I don’t know when was the last time I’ve tapped out, with him, anyway.
Hell, I do know. In the beginning of our relationship, when he used to fuck me like I stole something from him, when he’d gut this pussy and have me howling like a wounded wolf, begging him to stop. Back when he’d have me running from the dick.
Pussy sore from a long fucking, throat sore from crying out, Roosevelt used to serve me the dick like it was nobody’s business.
But now?
Mmph.
Twenty minutes of reckless, disrespectful pounding and then it’s over.
And I’m left with a soppy-wet pussy still clenching for more dick.
“Uhhh, oooooh, shit…aaah, Roosevelt, baby…this dick is so good…”
Well, shit. It is. That’s one thing I can’t lie about. The dick. Is. Goddamn. Good.
Sadly, only for a very short period of time…
“Lord, God…ooh shit, oooh, shit…uhh…please, baby, don’t!”
He’s about to gyp me of a good fuck. My pussy needs more. Goddamn him!
I swear I don’t want to kick Roosevelt’s back in. I love him. Lord knows I do. Shit. You’d have to love his ass in order to put up with this level of disrespect. Yes. You heard me right. Disrespect.
He disrespects my pussy every time he pushes the head of his dick inside me, inches himself in, stretching my pussy and getting it all wet and juicy, then nutting in a roaring growl long before I do.
Yes, he licks my clit and tongues my kitty fabulously. And trust me when I tell you. I love listening to him lick my pussy. The sounds of his warm velvety tongue lovingly lapping into my wetness are always so erotic. They send me over the edge, having me clawing at the sheets, coming hard, and begging for the dick.
And he gives it to me.
The dick.
Thick and ribbed with veins.
Because that’s what my pussy craves, that’s what my body aches for. Dick.
Big juicy dick, like Roosevelt’s!
But, uh, all I can expect from him, on a good day/night, is a maximum of twenty-three-maybe twenty-five goddamn minutes of hard dick.
It’s so disrespectful for him to do my pussy like this. Slight me the dick. Leave my pussy stretched open and greedy and needy for a good long, hard fucking.
Still, I love him. Yes, yes, yes, I do. Even though he typically can’t handle the heat more than fifteen minutes, on most days.
He says it’s only when I talk dirty. Only when I moan for him to fuck me that he loses focus and can’t hold out.
So what am I supposed to do? Lay still and keep quiet like some muted stroke victim, just so he can fuck me a few extra minutes longer?
Oh, no, boo. I don’t think so!
I’m a shit talker.
I’m a shaker and mover.
I’m a hip roller and a pelvis thruster.
I’m an on-all-fours kind of woman who loves throwing my ass up on the dick, clapping my ass cheeks, while having my hair pulled and my head yanked back as I talk a bunch of shit. I love throwing my legs up over a set of broad shoulders, looking my lover in his eyes, clenching my pussy around the dick, or having my nipples licked by a wet tongue and grazed with a set of teeth, while I’m being choked and fucked.
So, there is no damn way I’m able to simply lay here and let Roosevelt pound my wet pussy with his big, hard dick and I not cry out and tell him to…fuck me.
But, because I love him so, I allow him to hold onto the lie. The lie that that’s the reason he prematurely coats my insides with his thick cream every time he gets up inside my wet heat.
I know I got that good-good. And most of the men in my past have also struggled to hold on to their man juice, like Roosevelt, when I spread open my pretty kitty lips and welcome them into paradise. And don’t let me get up on my knees and give it to them from the back, using my walls to suck them into my pussy, milking them, while this ass claps around their dicks.
Mmmph.
So I get it.
This pussy is certifiable.
Still…that doesn’t mean I have to like these fast fucks Roosevelt dishes out.
And it doesn’t mean that
I’m satisfied with the outcome—a quick nut, because I’m not. I am tired of being let down. Tired of having to wait for him to recharge before he can go another round. What am I supposed to do while he’s taking his power nap, snoring and drooling, like some well-fed pooch, while my cunt is left wet and agitated?
Play in it?
Mmph.
I want to be fucked long and hard, whenever, wherever.
I want Roosevelt to exercise goddamn nut control!
And this feeling of being sexually unfulfilled is…
“Oooh, ooh, ahhh…that’s it, baby. Ooh, yesss…” Roosevelt hits my spot, and a loud moan rips from the back of my throat.
It’s goddamn sinful for a man—my man, to have all this big, thick dick and not be able to give me at least thirty minutes of pussy-pounding, toe-curling pleasure.
And to make matters worse, egotism keeps Roosevelt from using the vibrating cock ring I bought him two Christmases ago. Even after I told him the benefits of wearing one, this damn man still won’t wear it.
His excuse?
His balls are too big.
All I could do is give him a blank goddamn stare.
And, that’s not the rest of it. Roosevelt’s pride forbids him from even trying any of the stay-hard maximum-strength climax control gels I’ve bought over the years to prolong his ejaculations.
Are you kidding me?
He says he doesn’t need that shit.
Yeah, okay. More lies.
A few times I seriously considered applying some of that Benzocaine inside my kitty hole on the sly, but the thought of having my pussy numb made me reconsider. All I kept thinking was, “dead cunt weeping.”
In my mind’s eye, all I saw was my pussy lips drooping and drooling, like I do when I’m at the dentist getting my teeth worked on.
No, God, no!
A numb, wet pussy is not it for me.
Soooooo…I suffer in silence.
Roosevelt claims that before he got with me he could fuck all night. Uh, okay. I’m still waiting for him to make me a believer. But, okay. That’s what he says. So I let him run with it. Truth is, I don’t know what it was like with him in the sheets when he was fucking them skinny bitches. I only know what it’s like now. And, after five years of being together, you’d think he’d finally master how to handle this fat pussy.
