by Amy Brent
“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 insid
e 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.”
“My family’s Hispanic,” I said, matching his smile with the cup at my lips. “You’d be surprised at the things I’ve eaten.”
“Tell me about your family,” he said, settling back and tilting his face to the morning sun. We were both naked under the thick Club D robes we wore. I could see little beads of sweat across his chest. I had to resist the urge to lick it off with my tongue. If last night was any indication of things to come, there would be plenty of time for that later.
I set the cup on the table and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “Well, let’s see. I come from a big family. Six brothers, all older. I’m the only daughter and the baby of the family.”
Denny made a scary face. “Crap. Six brothers? I assume they are all super protective of their little sis?”
“You have no idea,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him. “But not as protective as my dad.”
He gave a respectful smile. “Are we a daddy’s girl?”
“We are, big time,” I said with a proud smile, though I knew my Papa would be furious with his little girl if he knew what she had done most of last night and planned to do most of the day today. In his mind, I was still six years old and just the thought of letting a man go near me was enough to send him over the edge. That’s why I never brought a boy home when I was in high school or gave Papa a clue that I dated anyone. He would kill any boy or man who dared touch me, then kidnap me and commit me to a convent if he thought he could get away with it.
“Tell me about your father,” Denny said, leaning in to rest his muscular forearms on the table. He picked up his coffee cup and held it between his hands and gazed lovingly at me through the steam.
“Well, let’s see…” I pictured my Papa’s face in my mind’s eye. He was smiling… for now. “He is a second-generation American, came here with his parents when he was just a boy to become a citizen. He’s worked the last forty years in construction, managing to keep a roof over our heads and feed me and six teenage boys.”
“He sounds like a good man,” Denny said with a smile. “I’d like to meet him someday.”
“Uh, yeah, sure, maybe…” I said, playfully rolling my eyes so he wouldn’t detect how much the thought of him actually meeting my father scared the shit out of me. I wanted to say, “My dad saw you say the pussy duh on national TV and he thinks you’re a spoiled, rich, asshole’… but I didn’t.
I knew the real Denny, or was getting to know him better by the hour. He was not that guy. Not down deep. He was a good guy. A loving guy. A guy that I felt myself falling for a little more each time I looked into his eyes.
“What about your six brothers?” he asked, still smiling, though I thought I caught the corner of his lip twitching at the thought of dating a girl with six very large, very protective, Mexican brothers.
“What about them?” I asked, one eyebrow cocked. “Are they protective of their little sister? Yes, very. Would they beat you to a pulp and bury you in three feet of concrete if you hurt me? Again, yes.”
He reached across the table with his hand open. He wiggled his fingers and mocked a serious face. “Then I’d better never hurt you then.”
I blinked at his hand for a minute, then slowly slid my fingers into his. I looked at him seriously for the first time.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.
I blinked at him. “What are we doing here, Denny?”
His fingers entangled with mine. “What are we doing?”
“Yes, what are we doing?” I took a deep breath and held his gaze. “I mean, is this just a fun weekend? A one-time thing? Just sex?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “What do you want it to be?”
I wasn’t really ready for the question, even though I had just posed it to him. My mind reeled for a minute, searching for a quick answer, but no quick answer came. So, I went with the truth.
I said, “I like you, Denny. I like you a lot. I have for a long time.”
He cocked his head at me, still smiling. I felt myself melting under his gaze. “You have?”
