Whatever It Takes

by Ben Boswell

  "So what did you imagine you'd do with this imaginary girl?"

  "I'm pretty sure any girl willing to follow me under the boardwalk would know what to do."

  "Is that so?"

  "Well, it is a fantasy."

  "Hmmm, a fantasy," she cooed.

  She pushed me back against the pilling. She leaned in close and kissed me hard, her hand roughly groping my crotch, rubbing my rapidly hardening prick through my jeans. I ran my hand through her thick hair, taking handful in my fist.

  She let out a throaty growl and dropped to her knees. She fished out my prick and swallowed it deep. With my hand still in her hair, I began thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her wet slurping sounds competed with the rumble of the waves.

  Suddenly she pushed me away and sat back on her heels. She looked up at me with flashing eyes.

  "My turn."

  I nodded and she quickly stood. She shimmied out of her jeans and kicked them aside.

  I grabbed her hair again and shoved her against the pillar in turn. I dropped to my knees. I attacked her pussy with my mouth, through her panties at first, sucking on her until I could taste her despite the fabric. She was still shaved. I liked it like that. I slid the crotch aside and pressed my tongue inside her. She gasped and ground against me.

  I pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. I've always found that to be an unaccountably erotic look. I went back to work, taking her clit into my mouth, feeling it swell and stiffen, until the little nub felt almost rock hard.

  She sighed as I backed away, but she didn't protest when I spun her around. She bent at the waist and grabbed the pillar. I entered her from behind, moaning in pleasure at the sensation of her hot, wet cunt. We fucked hard, thrusting against each other with abandon.

  I reached under her sweater and pushed up her bra so that her big tits dangled freely beneath her. I palmed her breasts, letting her erect nipples slide between my fingers.

  "Oh fuck," she hissed.

  I felt her clench on my prick. I thrust in one, two, three more times and with a grunt came inside her.

  After a moment I stood her back up and hugged her.

  "I love you Kris," I whispered in her ear.

  "I love you too, Daniel, and I always will," she replied equally softly.

  They say every dark cloud has a silver lining. I don't know if that is true, but at least in our case, things have never been better.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I have been writing erotica for many years. I began publishing my work online at Literotica.com under the username Misterstan back in 2011. Those stories are a mixed-bag. Some were written more than twenty years ago and are, frankly, immature in both conception and execution. Still some of those stories are pretty entertaining.

  Reader feedback is what keeps me going. Please feel free to con­tact me at ben.boswell.author@gmail.com or visit my blog at benbo­swell.blogspot.com. You can follow me on Twitter @BenBoswellAut.

  My first effort at longer-form fiction was published in January 2014. The description follows:

  Two Sides of Terri

  Bill has just about the perfect life. Good paying job. Lovely home. Perfect children. And most of all, he has his wife Terri--smart, funny, great with the kids. Thing is, she's a good girl trapped in a bad girl's body. Blonde, busty, and devastatingly beautiful, she makes him want to do dirty things--things you don't admit to wanting from the girl-next-door.

  Or so he thought.

  It starts with a revelation about Chucky, a past boyfriend, and everything he thought he knew about his sweet wife unravels. He becomes obsessed with learning more about this other side of Terri--and everything he learns points back to Chucky, a man she couldn't say no to. Does he dare invite her past back into their present? And if he did, would she now be able to say no?

  Available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Sides-Terri-Ben-Boswell-ebook/dp/B00HSCMZTW