She tore out of her clothes and stared at herself in the full-length mirrors that dotted the place. She felt dirty and gross, her skin was covered in a coating of dust, and the stubble on her legs could cut Cody to death, not to mention the forest that seemed to have grown between her thighs. She needed a quick fix.
Taking her only razor and a can of Will’s shaving cream, she chanced going outside in the rain. She untied her ponytail and allowed her long, dark hair to fall to her shoulders then stepped out into the parking lot, naked and alone in a cool rain.
Firstly she rinsed her body and promptly went to shaving her legs. In a hurry, she swept the razor over her pubic mound and took away much more hair than she wanted. She inwardly cursed the haphazard mistake. Now she looked like a van Gogh painting down there, and that would never work. She would have to remove all of it and go hairless.
After rinsing the razor in the water she applied more lather and moved over the sensitive areas with care. Now she was completely bald down there, but at least she was silky smooth for Cody. She laughed at herself for a moment. If anyone saw this, they would think that she had gone completely bonkers—shaving herself in public in the middle of the wide-open parking lot under the rain. Maybe she was bonkers.
She checked every direction and went to the van to retrieve a bottle of whiskey. After securing the hard liquor she went back inside and locked the doors. She wrung out her hair and toweled off her wet body then tied her hair into a sloppy looking topknot with tendrils of long hair partially covering the left side of her face. It looked cute—sort of. Argh, this was going to be difficult.
The only item of makeup she owned was a tube of red lipstick, and she painted her lips wishing that she had more of her usual cosmetics—eyeliner, blush, whatever. She could have looked perfect for Cody.
Within the bag that Cody had given her was a pair of shiny, black high heels and black, thigh high stockings with lacy tops. She couldn’t help but smile at his selection. No bra or panties, Cody certainly wanted her naked for this affair.
She slid on the stockings and strapped on the high heels. After doing a once over in the mirror, she couldn’t help but feel like one of the porn stars on the DVD covers that lined the wall in front of her.
The only drink container she found was a novelty mug in the shape of a breast, and she poured herself a double shot of whiskey and threw it back. The burn was subtle, yet it was still very prevalent. Why did she feel so damn nervous right now, like some tween on a prom date? The second double shot went down a little more smoothly, and she felt a slight buzz.
She had promised Cody fun, and by God, they were going to have it. She seated herself in a provocative pose on the leather bench and shouted, “Cody, I’m ready for you.” The only thing missing was maybe some light music—lovemaking tunes to move with.
Cody came running into the room like a bloodhound on the scent. His shirt was already off, and it was a good start.
He halted in his tracks, and their eyes locked for a moment. His gaze roamed her body, and she shifted slightly to reveal all of her nakedness to him. His eyes seemed to bug out of his skull, and his legs wobbled. He lurched forward and did a full face-plant into the floor.
“Cody?” she called to him. “Cody?” She scrambled to his side, rolled him onto his back, and rubbed his cheeks. His eyes flared open, and she could tell he had trouble focusing. “You okay, sugar?”
“I’m…I, errrr, am fine,” he replied unsteadily. “I wasn’t fully prepared to see the most beautiful woman in the world completely naked.”
“Don’t scare me like that.” She sighed, resting her palms on his chest that was rapidly rising and falling. “Are you sure you are ready for this?”
“Abso-freakin-lutely. I have never been more ready for anything.” He wrapped an arm around her neck and tugged until their lips met and his tongue lashed against hers. The kiss was not soft or delicate, and she felt the urgency behind it.
She shoved his jaw away and kissed the dimple of his chin, the lump of his throat, and dropped lower to the center of his chest to lick around his right nipple.
“Shit,” Cody whispered when she captured his nipple. She flicked her tongue over his bud and didn’t stop until it hardened between her teeth. He gasped something under his breath she couldn’t understand, and she moved to his other nipple and toyed with it until it, too, stood on end.
Her kisses descended down the center of his flat stomach where only a thin line of hair was visible. Cody was breathing very heavy now, almost to the point he was hyperventilating.
“Relax,” she said in a purring voice. “I promise I won’t hurt you, Cody. I realize you never had sex before, but have you ever had a blow job?”
He lifted his head, and his eyes seemed to darken, glaze over with lust. “Never.”
Skye reached down and helped him remove his boots then slid his pants free. He helped by lifting his hips, and his cock flipped up to smack his stomach he was so hard.
“Very nice, Cody. You have a beautiful cock,” she said, trying to ease his tensions. And it was. His penis seemed perfectly shaped as if it had been cast in a mold. Erect, Cody was every bit of seven inches, she estimated, and he was thick. But what interested her most was the reddish head, shaped like a fat arrow, and barely visible for the sheath covering it. It was the first time she had seen an uncut cock, and she couldn’t wait to explore it further.
* * * *
Cody’s mind seemed to swirl in all directions, between perpetual bliss and heaven as Skye gripped the base of his shaft. Her lips touched him, and she ran kisses along the underside of his dick. Her hands were like magic against his flesh and her full lips soft as a baby’s bottom.
It was not until her lips closed around his crown, encasing him in a blanket of wet warmth, he began to panic. He was going to lose it—explode already? This can’t be. But it was. Her tongue squirmed against his sheath as her mouth sucked. When her teeth raked back his foreskin, it was over.
“Skye, Skye,” he said in a trembling voice. “I’m going to…to—” Before he could warn her his cock convulsed violently, the seed being drawn from him by Skye’s irresistible mouth. It amazed Cody that Skye didn’t flinch or even relent when he filled her mouth with his arousal. She continued sucking through his orgasm as if nothing had happened.
He felt horrible for climaxing so quickly—within mere seconds of her mouth touching him. He must have disappointed her immensely. “I am so…so sorry, Skye. I guess I failed at this.”
She spit the creamy cock from her mouth, and stared directly into his eyes. “No apology necessary, sweetie. That is exactly what should have happened. I would be worried if it didn’t.” She smiled and pulled him to the bench. “Would you like to taste me now?”
Hell yes he would, He watched Skye as she lay against the leather bench, arched her chest, and planted her heels on both sides of the bench, inviting him.
He stole a moment to compose himself and to gaze upon the beauty before him. She was splendid in every sense of the word. Her flesh was the color of mocha, breasts full and perky, with thick, rose-colored nipples that were designed to be sucked and celebrated. He cast his lingering gaze southward, past her tight stomach and rounded hips to her delectable, bald mound. He could clearly see the glistening curve of each gentle fold, the pinkness of her plump labia that ever so slightly angled outward as if ready to receive him. He could only describe it as rare and most perfect flower.
He sank to his knees, kissed her neck, and tried to relax his breathing. She smelled of strawberries and sunshine, the perfect combination. He caused her to actually whimper when his hands molded around her breasts. They were soft yet firm and the harder he squeezed, more sounds escaped her. He believed they were the sounds of an angel.
Her body arched forward when he took one of her puffy nipples into his mouth. His tongue laved over the beaded nub, and her hands caressed his shoulders. The nipple swelled in his mouth, and he tenderly bit at it. That drew a laugh fr
om Skye. She drew him by the ears and drug him over to her other breast. He sucked in the other nipple as if wanting to feed. He suckled her while lightly tugging the other nipple with a free hand.
“Dang, Cody,” she whimpered. “You’re killing me. Sure you never did this before?”
“Nope,” he replied while licking his way around the oval of her belly button. His chin glanced over her clit as he salivated all over her bald mound. The aroma brewing down there was nothing short of incredible. It was pure, sweet, and pulled at his most animalistic instincts. He could live right here in this exact spot and dine for eternity—sipping on anything that spilled from her.
He laid open the first fold with the tip of his tongue and then the other, exposing the pink center. Then he dove in, driving his tongue into her pussy, tasting her essence for the first time.
Skye’s hips rolled into him, and her hand fisted into his hair, holding him in place, keeping his mouth at her entrance. He greedily lapped at her sex, seeking out more and more of her womanly cream. The faster he licked, the more she squirmed in his mouth.
He knew he was in dangerous waters now, his cock was weeping, and the essence on his lips, the heady flavor on his tongue could easily cause him to expel his seed all over the floor.
She called his name aloud as her fingers pulled harder at his scalp. “Fuck yeah,” she grunted huskily. “Fuck yeah, Cody. Right there, baby.” Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, and her thighs captured each side of his face.
He worked his tongue into her soft flesh as quickly as humanly possible, trying to lick her core. He lifted her ass from the bench as he savagely inhaled her arousal. Skye cursed aloud, and Cody felt her hips whip forward. He swallowed everything that spilled from her perfect body as her inner walls seemed to tighten around him. He didn’t want any of her sweet juices to be wasted. Her inner muscles pulled hard, and he was certain she climaxed.
His cock throbbed with desire having his taste buds saturated with Skye’s muskiness. She planted her high heels on the floor, and he held his gaze to her glistening, pink folds. Her inner thighs and the top of her smooth pubic mound were soaked.
Cody lay on top of her, ready to feel this woman, and planted the head of his cock at her drenched entrance. She smiled brightly up at him. “Get inside me,” she told him.
Their eyes held, and nothing else seemed to matter except this one moment. Cody felt a mutual connection like never before and an unspoken understanding.
She gripped the base of his cock and whispered, “Are you ready to feel me, Cody?”
He answered with a kiss, and she angled him into her sex. The head of his cock was greeted with slick warmth, an unnatural heat that was mind-altering. Their eyes remained locked as she arched into his erection, guiding him in deeper. He thrust forward, cutting through the slight restrictiveness, and planted himself root deep.
Her legs swung up around him, her heels digging into his ass, keeping him motionless inside her. Right then he wished he could spend the rest of his life right here in this exact spot. Within the arms of the woman he loved and his cock firmly encased in a blanket of protective heat. He had no desire of ever leaving.
Her inner walls squeezed his shaft as she kept him deep inside her. He hadn’t even stroked her yet, and already he could feel himself coming. Her mouth captured his tongue, and she began sucking it like she did his cock earlier.
All of his senses were bombarded, and he came again. He erupted inside her without the slightest of movement.
“I just came again already,” he admitted trying to keep the fact that he was disappointed in himself out of his voice.
“I felt it,” she purred. “You’re still hard though.”
As a matter of fact, he was. He was still solid, even more so than before it seemed.
She nudged him with her pelvis and spread her thighs. “Use your cock, Cody. I am all yours, baby.”
He pulled back slowly then pushed forward through their mutual fluids. It was all hot and slippery. Gradually he built up confidence with each long stroke, hearing her whimpers and soft grunts become more profound. The harder he thrust the harder she rebounded against him and the more she seemed to take pleasure in it.
He found a fast rhythm and held to it, repeatedly seeking out her womb with every full penetration. She bent her knees and palmed his ass cheeks. “God yes, Cody. Give it to me,” she grunted.
Cody rose over her and pushed on the back of her thighs until her knees touched the leather of the bench. She was fully exposed to him now with her pelvis facing the ceiling, heels in the air, and knees trapped on the bench. She gave him an uncertain look, but he hammered into her with powerful thrusts. The sound of slapping flesh echoed through the building as his balls smacked against her ass.
He couldn’t contain his emotions any longer. “I love you, Skye,” he eked out in a ragged breath. Just as he said the words her pussy seemed to suck him in farther and flutter all around him. Ten distinct contractions pinched his cock in a cloak of delight, and he came a third time, filling her with more of his hot seed.
Their bodies both glistened with sweat, and it felt as if he just ran a marathon. Skye pulled him onto her body, and they laid in a euphoric silence together. She kissed his cheek and pressed her lips to his ear. “I love you, too, Cody.”
The sound was like music to Cody’s ears. Everything was perfect, he thought. She ran the palms of her hands lovingly across his sweaty back as he kissed her neck. “You are very good at lovemaking,” she commented. Then she cupped his face and gazed at him curiously. “Ummm…Cody, honey. Are you still hard?”
He lifted her body and spun her around on the bench, her breasts flat against the slippery leather and ass in the air.
* * * *
Holy shit! This young man was insatiable. Was he actually going to fuck her again? He reared over her, and she felt his might pinning her to the bench, his hands using her ass cheeks as handholds. The head of his burgeoning cock split her center, and a powerful thrust raked her body. He actually was going to do it again, no question about that now. Cody was relentless. What did she turn him into in such a short time?
She fisted the chrome frame as he impaled her, over and over. She knew her sex was draining constantly, like a faucet with no shutoff valve. The pressure began to mount, and something was going to give. She was on the extreme edge of another release. Something about him needing her so badly was so arousing in itself.
Then she felt a sharp crack against her soft ass as Cody yelled, “Who’s your daddy?”
It was so out of Cody’s character that she nearly laughed, and then his hand slapped across her exposed ass even harder this time, stinging the flesh. “Who’s your daddy?” he asked again with more conviction.
She was on the verge of saying something, but she was also blissfully close to another orgasm. The third hard spanking began to enhance the sensations of his cock driving into her. The slight sting surprisingly worked well with the pleasure bubbling inside her.
She was painfully close now. Only a few stern lashings of Cody’s stiff cock would be enough to shatter her. He swatted her ass again, and the jolt tingled along her spine to radiate through her nipples. Could he actually spank her into an orgasm? Was something like this even possible?
She yearned to feel the slap against her bottom again as her hips shook uncontrollably against Cody’s cock. His hand delivered another strike, and he grunted the words again.
“You’re my daddy,” she found herself saying. “You are, Cody.” Unbelievably she answered his silly question, but she didn’t care anymore. She was almost to the point of tears from being on the brink for so long.
One last time a hand smacked her rump, and her pussy sucked Cody in to hold him captive as she creamed the hell out of his cock. He emptied, and her silken walls milked him. This was the longest orgasm and the hardest she ever came, and for a second she thought she tore off Cody’s penis.
He finally went limp inside her and lost all of hi
s strength, then sagged over her back. “God, I love you so much,” he reiterated in her ear.
She was certain her ass was bright-red because it still stung a little. But it was a good sting. “Where did you learn that spanking thing?” she asked.
“Sorry if I hurt you. Vander told me to do it.”
“He did, did he?” She knew exactly why he told Cody to do it. Vander probably believed that she would take offense to it and dismiss him. Skye put on her best smile for Cody. “To be honest I was shocked by it at first, but you tell Vander it worked and I never had a more fulfilling orgasm.”
They both heard some movement behind the transparent display panels. Two large shadows were silhouetted there. “Will, Vander?” she called out as Cody stood.
“We thought we heard zombies,” Will said from their hiding spot.
“Were you two spying on us?”
“No—no not at all. We heard some very strange sounds and thought you two might be in trouble is all.”
It was bullshit, and Skye knew it. There was little doubt that it killed Will and Vander because of her moment with Cody. Were they really that jealous about it or just plain greedy? “Right. Time for you two to disappear,” she told them. “Tonight I am sleeping with Cody, alone.”
She finally found the strength to rise from the bench that was quickly becoming one of her most favorite pieces of furniture ever. When she did, a rush of warm fluids spilled down the sides of her inner thighs. Cody must have pumped everything he had into her.
Her legs were unstable, and Cody had to catch her from completely falling over. He laid her down gently on the floor and removed her high heels. Within moments he constructed a makeshift bed. Cody watched as she toweled herself off and rolled down her thigh-high stockings.
She then settled in the nest he made, and Cody wrapped a protective arm around her stomach. He spooned in behind her and held her close.
“That is better than I ever dreamed it would be,” he said, nibbling on the lobe of her ear.
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