Fifty Shades of Lexi Maxxwell

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Fuck. Yeah.

  Tonight would be the night. For sure.

  It was barely 8:00, and I couldn’t wait for James to get home. I couldn’t even wait to get Michael to bed, because all I really wanted to do was lay on the couch and finger fuck myself while waiting.

  We finished hide-n-seek, then watched Kung Fu Panda. I even let him watch a couple of the extras after he said, “Oh man!” when I told him it was time to go to bed, even though it was still a few minutes until 10:00.

  Five minutes after he was tucked in, I was sprawled on the couch, with one leg draped over the side, and the other dragging on the floor, with three of my fingers getting sloppy as my left hand twisted my nipples.

  I had to chew my lip to keep from moaning. I wanted to fuck myself so hard that James would be able to smell me as he stepped through the door. I’d only managed to give myself a single orgasm before I heard keys turning in the lock.

  I shifted position on the couch, pulling my knees together and putting both feet flat on the floor, then turning my eyes to Jersey Shore just as James opened the door, nearly an hour and a half early.

  “How was the date?” I said, part of me hoping he didn’t notice my rapid breathing, while most of me hoped that he did.

  “A disaster,” he laughed.

  “That’s too bad,” I said, not meaning a word. “Was the food at least good?”

  He smiled. “The food was great. Drinks were good, too. But my date had no personality. She seemed so different before dinner.”

  “Where did you two meet?”

  “Target,” he laughed.

  “Target? Well, there’s your problem right there.”

  He laughed louder, running his hand through his hair. OHMYGOD, I wanted to fuck him so hard I bet you could’ve wrung my panties into a bucket.

  “Yeah, I should’ve known when she was putting boxed wine into her cart.”

  I laughed. “That’s what you get for not being smarter about the girls you want to get to know better. You should always start closer to home. You know, like your apartment.”

  I looked up at him and winked, but he looked down, swallowing.

  “How was Michael?” he said.

  “Perfect!” I held my smile. “He wanted to watch the extras on Kung Fu Panda, so he’s only been down for a bit.”

  “Great,” James said. “No trouble? He’s been acting out a bit lately.”

  “That’s only natural,” I said. “When my friend Rebecca’s mom and dad got a divorce, she got arrested twice for shoplifting like a month later.”

  James winced.

  “Not that that will happen to Michael,” I said. “He’s a great kid, better than Rebecca, anyway,” I laughed. “But you should probably expect a little trouble.”

  There was another awkward silence, then James tried to get me to leave.

  But I didn’t want to go.

  “Thanks for waiting up,” he said, turning toward the door.

  “You paid me to wait,” I said, “And you were a half an hour early. I have plenty of time if you need anything else sat.” I paused then added, “Or sat on.”

  I smiled like a devil, but he looked down at the floor like the shy, embarrassed angel he sorta was. He cleared his throat and said, “If you’re not busy next Friday, I have Michael again for the weekend, and another client meeting at night.”

  “I’m not busy now,” I said as his cheeks tried a new color of red.

  He didn’t know what to say, so I took a step forward and said it for him. I was thankful I’d seen his computer, without it I never would’ve been so bold.

  “I know you want to fuck me,” I said.

  He stammered, taking a step back.

  I ran my hand over his already hard cock, loving the feel of his fancy pants beneath my fingers. “I can’t, we shouldn't,” he continued to stutter.

  “I’m 18,” I said, “and a helluva fuck.”

  That was it. James was on me like white on rice.

  He tongue fucked my mouth while his hands went everywhere else. I moved from his face to his neck, nibbling lightly before pulling away and peeling the shirt from his body.

  I yanked his fancy pants down past his hips, then his surprisingly adorable plaid boxers right behind, then wrapped my fingers around his shockingly thick shaft, or at least I tried to.

  James was so thick I couldn’t touch my thumb to my middle finger.

  Holy FUCK. If this didn’t hurt it would feel like lightning striking my lower lips.

  I lightly kissed the tip of his dick, then leaned back and pulled him toward me using his shaft as a handle. I licked him high and low and sideways, getting his cock all sloppy with my spit and jacking the shaft for a minute or two before pulling away again and slowly undressing, making quite a show as I peeled off my skirt, and then my panties past my ankles.

  I pulled them from my feet and then brought them to my nose and said, “Smells like you’re about to fuck me.” James moaned. I bent over the kitchen counter, instead of the sofa like I’d been imagining all night.

  He lost his shyness, nudging the tip of his dick against my slit from behind. I was so soaking wet that when he entered, it was like he pushing a soda can into a bucket of water.

  He was all the way to the hilt and it felt…

  So. Fucking. Good.

  James didn’t even wait, just started slamming me like a machine.

  My toes curled against the tiled floor as my body shot into its first orgasm – my second of the night – as I felt the unexpected pinch of his fingers twisting my nipples.

  The insides of my knees were starting to sweat.

  Though I later learned that this was just how James fucked – like an animal out of its cage – at the time I had no idea if that was how he regularly did it, or if it was the result of undigested rage directed at his fucking bitch cheating wife.

  His left hand continued to twist at my nipple, while his right snaked around to start the front, stroking my soaking wet button. He slammed himself hard inside me and I came repeatedly, like a train off the tracks.

  For the next nearly endless minute I couldn’t have told you who I was, where I was born, or what my favorite color was. I had no idea my name was Autumn, that I had a sister named Celeste, or that I’d learned to love cum in the mouth not too long before.

  For that endless minute, I was a just a screaming teenager with the largest cock I’d ever seen slamming inside me on repeat from behind.

  I clutched onto the counter, afraid that if I let go I’d fall into a puddle on the floor. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper, as James growled quietly behind me, probably afraid he might wake up his son.

  James kept pounding as his fingers splayed into my hips, digging deep into my flesh.

  Finally, he groaned, then shuddered, then spasmed, filling me with shot after shot of white hot lava with what felt like a gallon.

  James just kept squirting, without slowing his thrust, until he suddenly barked a groan loud enough to make me think Michael would be bursting from his room at any second. But I kept slamming my ass against his body anyway.

  Between the shots of hot cum tickling my inner walls, his fingers digging into my flesh, his endless pounding, and now the groan inside me, James slammed me right into another long orgasm.

  I’d lost count of how many.

  He pulled out so his final shot could plaster my back, then stopped without a word.

  He gently turned me around, then kissed me on my neck and cheek and earlobe, before finishing with my mouth.

  “You are beautiful,” he said.

  I said, “Thank you,” then showed him I meant it, both the compliment and the proper pounding, by licking the cum clean from his cock.

  He cleaned himself up, then went to check on his son, then returned to the living room and fucked me once more, before taking me into the bedroom and screwing me blue until five in the morning, when I slipped out and went home.

  Natalie Nicholson is a stupid fucking
bitch.

  Of course, I’m not quite old enough to have a relationship with James, though we did enjoy another handful of evenings, all of them out of this world, before calling it quits.

  Of course, when we went out, James had to hire a babysitter.

  But I doubt she was anywhere near as good as me.

  XXX

  Cum in My Mouth

  I fucking LOVE the taste of cum.

  The feel of the hot goo in my mouth makes me wet as a sponge in a bucket. Thinking about the warm eruption at the back of my throat turns me on even more than the taste.

  But as much as I’ve always loved a proper pounding, ever since I first heard my older sister Celeste getting nailed on the other side of my bedroom wall (pretty much every goddamn time our parents left the house!), I never appreciated throat yogurt until my freshman year of college with my boyfriend, Seth.

  Seth wasn’t my first boyfriend, or the first person to shoot his load into my overheated happy, but he was the first one who wasn’t slightly embarrassed, if not downright timid to fuck me. It’s better now that I’m older, but back then, guys were so happy to get their dicks wet, they could barely stop drooling long enough to experiment. But Seth had been in college for two years, and looked like Johnny Depp. When it came to sex, the dude was a scientist and I was his lab. I’m sure I would’ve found my inner slut no matter what, I had my older sister to follow after all, but I credit Seth with a few of the fetishes that make me such a yummy slut today.

  When you’re fresh in college, dating a Johnny Depp lookalike could get you high as a fucking kite. About 15 minutes after I first hooked up with Seth, every girl I knew started hitting me up for advice – obviously I knew what I was doing.

  Seth was hot enough to melt metal with a glance, and could have easily had his pick of the hot babes. But even if their pussies were as tight and pink as mine, any guy who had ever spent a few minutes alone with me knew there was no way those uptight bitches would be able to wiggle it the same way.

  Seth had a jet black Mustang his parents had bought him when he gradated high school. I’ve no idea how many late nights I spent in the car after sneaking out of my second story window, or how many of the stains on the seat were because of me, but I’m sure we’re talking triple digits on both counts.

  Though I didn’t like to swallow, I did like to lick my man to blastoff. We’d often leave our date early, then drive to some secluded road on the way home where we’d make out until I gave him head.

  “Ah, I’m gonna cum,” he’d say, squeezing his eyes closed and moaning disapproval when I popped my head up from his dick and started to stroke him to a splatter in my hand. I loved the feeling of his goo slipping between my fingers, and would continue stroking him long after he’d gone soft. I liked to fuck him with my mouth first, since it always meant he could fuck me longer.

  I knew he was feeling the sorrow in his moans, but one day Seth finally said it. “Why won’t you let me cum in your mouth?”

  “Because I don’t want it in my mouth,” I shook my head. “You can shoot it in my pussy all you want, and next time my parents are gone you can shoot it all over my face, but just because I like to act nasty doesn’t mean I want to taste nasty.”

  “How do you know it’s nasty if you’ve never tasted it?”

  “It’s like salty boogers, dude, I can see that. Why don’t you taste it?”

  Seth smiled, then started rubbing his big hand on my still modest sized but quickly growing tits, outside of my shirt. “I’ve tasted you plenty,” he said.

  I loved the feeling of his hand on my tits. Times like that always made me feel like my womanhood was kicking into high gear. “It’s not the same,” I moaned, already losing myself as his hand slipped under my shirt, grabbing one tit and then another, sinking his hand on top of my nipple like a forward going for a slam dunk.

  Seth had the soft hands of a man who had never lifted hammer or nail. His flesh on my nipples tightened my stomach muscles and put my pussy at a throb. Like usual, Seth would apply just enough pressure to flood my cunt, then once he had me good and hot, his experimenting would start.

  “Let’s get in the back seat,” he said.

  I smiled, then followed his orders like a good girl, climbing into the back and then waiting for him to take his shirt off before joining me. The back seat wasn’t much roomier than the front, but it’s the best option in a car.

  “Sit on my face,” Seth said, pushing past me to lay on the seat, knees bent and legs squished against the opposite wall of the car. “I want to taste you.”

  I pulled off my jeans and panties, then threw them in a pile on the black carpeted floor. Positioning my sticky wet inner thighs by his ears, I pointed my head toward his cock. My pussy had soaked through my panties. He fondled my boobs as wet went to dripping and the cool air met the soft, freshly shaved skin of my lower lips. He kissed my glistening skin once before spreading my slit and slowly dragging his tongue in a torturous line from my clit to my asshole.

  Seven… or maybe it was eight excruciatingly slow licks later, his tongue was thrusting inside my cunt oven like bolts of lightning through the sky. I was thankful we were pulled so far off the road since I was screaming like I was on the wrong side of a murder.

  Seth swapped his tongue for three of his fingers, sloshing inside my sopping wetness for a few long and breathless minutes before he said, “Why don’t you suck my cock?” I was so deep in the depths of a moan it took me a few seconds to figure out what he said.

  I took his cock into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down at a furious pace, wanting him to cum, wanting to give it to him every bit as good as he’d just given to me.

  But I didn’t want it in my mouth.

  Just as I felt his launchpad rumbling for blastoff, I popped his cock from my mouth, and pinched the tip to cease his release.

  A second later he flipped me around like a Lazy Susan and pushed his tongue down my throat. The taste of me on his lips gushed even more liquid to my already slick slit. I reached between my legs, grabbed his achingly hard and throbbing slab of meat, and shoved it inside my dripping hole.

  I rocked back and forth from tip to base as if my next breath was dependent on my rhythm. The currents Seth sent from his cock flowed through my blood and boiled in my brain. My body shivered above him as my arms grew fatigued under weight.

  I gathered my strength and pushed myself from Seth’s chest. His fingers splayed into my ass, hoisting me slightly above him as he pounded my pussy with long, hard strokes for a good five minutes before pulling out and shooting his hot lava all over my stomach and tits. He moaned loudly as the gobs shot in syncopated blasts from his twitching dick, splattering all over my sweaty pale skin.

  After he recovered and our breathing settled, Seth took a single finger and swabbed it through his juices dripping from my body down to his. “Just taste it,” he said grinning.

  I laughed like it was a joke, though of course it wasn’t, then yanked at the towel he kept beneath the front seat out. He jerked his hand away as I moved to wipe the glob from his finger, “Please, baby?” he whined, “For me?”

  I rolled my eyes and touched my tongue to the salty goop. “Yeach,” I said. “Tastes like pureed slug.”

  He laughed, then cleaned his finger with the edge of the towel. “You’ll like it eventually.”

  I rolled my eyes, “I doubt it.”

  He drove me home and I kissed him goodnight, then went upstairs to my room where the impossible happened: I couldn’t quite rinse that tiny taste of his cum from my mind.

  We didn’t get to see one another for another long week. By the time he picked me up the following Friday I was practically humping him before we pulled from the driveway.

  “Someone needs a good fucking,” he said, grinning like he always did when I was in one of my moods.

  “You’re such a fucking romantic,” I said, rolling my eyes and sinking lower in the passenger’s seat.

  “Tell me it’s not the
truth,” his wide grin split his face wider.

  “It’s true,” I returned the grin and went back to sucking dark pink spots on his neck.

  Seth drove a few miles from my house, then turned up a gravel road, dead ending into dense woods. He slammed the gear shift into reverse, then backed us into a hole in the bushes just wide enough to harbor the car.

  He killed the engine and looked at me with the same sneaky smile he always wore when he wanted to try something new in the lab.

  “What?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.

  “You know what would be hot as fucking hell?” he asked.

  “Oh Lord, what?”

  He pulled hand sanitizer from the glove box and rubbed in on the gear shift.

  My eyes widened, “You’re not serious…”

  “Just try it. I bet you’ll love it,” he said, “Here…”his hand went down my shirt pinching my soft nipples to hard bullets, “I know that makes you wet.”

  I moaned and bit my bottom lip as his hands worked their magic. Panting, I stripped my shirt and bra to give him full access. His tongue flicked each nipple twice to get them wet and his hands went back to twisting my nipples into hard knots.

  I undressed my bottom half and ran my fingers through the slippery soak between my legs. My slit was already covered with juice. I dipped my fingers in my pussy then held them to his mouth. He inhaled deeply, then sucked my fingers dry, before gesturing back to the gear shift. “Try it.”

  Dripping wet and his body still fully clothed I panted for more of his hands on my body. He shook his head, “No more until you at least try.”

  I looked at the custom gear shifter trying to judge its size against his dick, then decided he probably had this in mind when he picked it out. The gearshift was mostly straight, with a small curve at the top, and ripples where fingers were supposed to wrap around it.

  I straddled the console and put the tip of the gear shift against my gaping hole. “Take your pants off,” I ordered. “I wanna stroke your cock.”