I was in her driveway by 5:15 on Wednesday afternoon. My red-haired fuck-bunny had insisted on two days off between our sessions. I had her phone number now, but she had turned me down firmly when I called to beg for a mid-day hook-up, saying she had a lot of work to do. My cock was hot to trot, so I had come straight from work with a quick stop for take-out food.
I wondered if I should call her from the driveway, but I could see the inside front door was open, so I trotted up the steps. It took two rings before she came to the screen door, wearing only a towel wrapped around her.
“You’re early again,” she said. “I was in the shower.”
“Couldn’t wait,” I answered and looked her over through the screen. “I can help you finish if you’d like?”
She shook her head but opened the door. “Not a chance.”
I brandished the bag at her. She had said she’d supply dinner this time. “I brought dinner, too. But if you’re already cooking something, it’ll keep.”
“I’m not that domestic. I was just going to get some take-out. Let me get some clothes on…….”
“You don’t have to dress up just for me,” I said, only half-kidding. I put the bag on a table and followed her. She went into her bedroom but didn’t drop the towel as I was hoping. Instead she opened a bureau drawer and pulled out a shirt.
I pulled her back against me. “Really, you don’t have to put anything on.”
“I’m not going to eat dinner in just a towel.”
“Then don’t wear anything,” I whispered and slid both hands under the towel. “Let’s have dessert first.”
She sighed. I knew she could feel my hard-on under the thin summer uniform. I pulled her butt closer and she wriggled a little. When I slid a finger into her slot, she was already creaming. She reached back to feel the length of my cock and we stroked each other slowly. She shifted her legs so I could dig in better. Somehow I turned her around to face me without either of us losing our grip. She looked up at me and unbuckled my shorts to slide her hand inside. My rod perked up even more, and reminded me that she hadn’t given me head yet.
“Would you suck my dick?” I asked.
She paused her hand-job and whispered, “I don’t think I’m very good at it.”
“Just a little, please?” I unzipped and dropped my shorts, then pushed down on both her shoulders . She gave in and knelt in front of me. Without looking up, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and ran a warm tongue around the rim. I gasped and tried not to dig my fingers into her bare shoulders.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I sighed. She tongued the tender spot under the notch, ran her tongue around the head again, and sucked me in a little deeper. Her little hand was clutched around my pole as her tongue circled, harder and softer at the same time. She pulled her lips away, but only to nibble them on my sweet spot, then up and down my length.
“Jesus, that’s nice,” I whispered again. My knees were getting wobbly, so I shuffled back a few steps to sit on the bed, pulling her with me on her knees. I tugged the towel off and nestled her between my legs.
“More, please.”
She licked my nozzle, then dipped her head to suck it in again. I could just reach her tits and massaged them as I watched her little mouth sliding up and down my cock. She could only fit in a few inches, and I resisted the temptation to ram in deeper. She started to bob up and down faster, but her teeth scraped me and I could tell her jaws were getting tired. I put my hands on her face and lifted it up to look at me.
I wiped away a little drool from her chin. “You under-estimate yourself, little girl.”
I pulled her up to stand in front of me and slid a hand under her crotch. She was dripping wet. Standing up, I turned her around and pushed her onto the bed, on her back, her legs dangling over the edge. My johnson was screaming for a ride. I didn’t take time to unlace my boots but managed to get my shorts off over them. I pushed her knees back until her butt was lifted up and drove into her little tunnel. My shirt was in the way, so I unbuttoned it and pushed the tails aside. I humped her deep and fast until her juice was foaming at the base of my cock. I stopped to look and she clutched my shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. But I spread her legs out wider to admire the view. My rod was impaled in her gash and her swollen pussy flaps were slick with lube juice. I slid in and out slowly, watching her slit stretching around my pole.
“Amazing cunt,” I said softly.
She moaned and tried to pump up against me, but her little cheeks were up off the bed, helpless. I watched as a snail trail of goo slithered down to her puckered asshole. Finally I took a deep breath and started pounding her again, and she let out a long strangled screech. Her butt rose further up as her pussy spurted, so I let myself go too, deep inside that warm wet channel. When I fell back out of her, she tucked herself into a ball and quivered for a long time.
I patted her ass until she stopped. After a minute, I said, “Ready for dinner now? I’m hungry.”
“Beast,” she muttered and didn’t move.
I grinned and searched around for my shorts. My jockeys had wet spots, so I pulled on just the shorts, stopping to take off boots and socks along the way. I hoped I wouldn’t need to put them back on until much later.
I dragged her out of bed onto her feet. Smears of our stuff was trickling down her legs, so I picked up the towel and rubbed her down briskly. I reached into the open drawer, pulled out a t-shirt and measured it against her. Too long. The next one looked short enough, so I helped her pull it on. Perfect, it came down just to the triangle of her ginger muff. She turned to open her underwear drawer.
“Uh-uh,” I stopped her. “No panties. I’ll just have to rip them off.”
“Oh, I thought you liked that part.”
“I do, I do, but I like you better bare.”
She smiled and closed the drawer. “Well, I don’t have that many sexy panties anyway.”
The tray of lasagna was lukewarm, so she carried it into the kitchen to put it in the microwave. As she reached up to pull some plates out of the cupboard, I got a nice peek at the little tuft between her legs.
I opened the refrigerator. “Want a beer?”
“No thanks, but grab me a water.”
She dished out the food and we went into the living room by common consent. I thought I’d reserve the kitchen table to nail her again sometime. We didn’t turn on the TV and didn’t feel the need to force a conversation. Somehow she had managed to tuck the t-shirt over her snatch while we ate. When we put our plates down, I leaned back against the arm of the couch with my beer.
“Why don’t you lean back, too?” I suggested. She rested against the opposite arm with her legs curled up.
“Come on, show me a little.”
She gave an exaggerated sigh and crossed her ankles yoga-style. Her slit winked at me between the red curls. I took another sip of beer and settled back to enjoy it. My cock started getting chubby and I wondered if her twat would start creaming without any stimulation.
She wriggled a little, then asked curiously, “You like looking at my pussy?”
“Oh yeah, it’s the best thing in the world.
She jiggled her knees, but didn’t say anything. After a bit, I unzipped and fished my dick out through the fly front.
I stroked myself lightly and suggested, “Why don’t you play with yourself for me?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t really do that.”
“Why not?”
She just shook her head again. My hard-on was getting intense, so I said. “All right, but spread your legs out for me.”
She slid down a little and lifted her knees up and out. I put the bottle on the table and tried to keep my cock strokes slow and steady. Soon I was rewarded by the sight of lube juice leaking out of her slit. I sighed happily, let go of my rod and stood up.
“Ready to dance again?” I said softly.
On the way to the bedroom, I dropped my shirt and shorts. I pulled her t-shirt off and laid her out in the middle of the bed, her feet flat on each side.Kneeling between those sweet spread legs, I poked around her pussy to slick her up for action. She arched up to meet me and I slid right into the wet warmth of her chute. I grabbed hold of both boobs, her nipples hard against my palms, and pumped contentedly until she started gasping. I really liked how she didn’t talk much while I was doing her. So many girls think they have give out encouragement or trash-talk like porn stars. This girl’s little throaty noises and cum calls were sensational.
I reached down to lift her ankles high and wide like wheelbarrow handles. I banged her harder until she started that high-pitched wail I loved. Holding myself back, I continued pounding her squishy cunt long after she stopped shaking, and finally let my cum loose in one long juddering thrust. I let go of her legs and dropped my head onto her chest, panting.
She murmured something and I mumbled back. A little tit was right in front of me, so I inched over and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She stroked my back lightly, and at length I pulled us both on our sides so I could nurse more easily. I slid a hand between her thighs and after a while we both dozed off.
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When I woke up, my hand was curled around her snatch. I waggled my fingers to ensure she was still damp, then squeezed her pussy lips together. I whispered, “Are you thirsty?” and she nodded sleepily.
My beer wasn’t really cold, but still tasted pretty good. I handed her the bottle of water and she sat up to drink it down. I polished off the beer, and dropped the bottle between us. It was too much work to lean over to the nightstand. I put an arm around her shoulder and my dangling fingers grasped a nipple.
Soon her nipple perked up and I looked over to inspect the other. Still soft, so I straddled her hips and picked up both little boobies, playing with them until they matched. Her jugs were cushy under the taut tips, and I squeezed them so hard she whispered “Ouch!” So I kissed each nibbie lightly and moved my hands down to her hips. I rubbed her softly, sliding my fingertips on the inside of her thighs. She sighed and closed her eyes as I massaged some more.
I spread her legs wider apart and ran into the bottle. My cock started to grow along with an idea . I used two fingers to rim her cunt lips and she slid down to accommodate. I crept one finger inside the glory hole and swirled it around while she got wetter. Then I slid my finger partway out, stretched the slot open a little more, and slipped the tip of the bottle in.
Her eyes opened wide and she gasped, “What are you doing?”
“Easy, easy. Doesn’t that look hot?”
She stared down and whispered, “No. It could be dangerous.”
“Uh-uh, I’ll be careful. “ I put one hand on a hip bone to keep her still. “Just let me know if it hurts.”
She whimpered a little as I slid an inch of the neck in.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
She shook her head, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. “It feels strange.”
I pushed in two more inches, then an inch back. Three inches, two back, very slowly. By the time I had worked the whole neck inside, her lube juice was slicking on it. She didn’t say anything as we both watched the brown glass tube sliding in and out of her cunt. My hand was starting to shake with excitement, so I carefully pushed the bottle in up to where the neck widened and put both hands on her cute tits. I rotated them around, enjoying the feel of them filling my hands. I moved my knees inside her legs and spread them out further. She whimpered again and I leaned back on my heels.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” I whispered, and massaged her thighs. Her eyes were fixed on the bottle . I turned it around inside her a few times, then pulled it out. Her cunt gave out a little slurping sound and my cock almost moaned.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her butt up onto my thighs. Using my thumbs, I spread open the crooked lips and leaned forward to dip my stick into her. She sucked it in, her heels pressed tight against my thrusting hips. I pushed her knees further apart and angled my rod toward the pink bud of her clit. She moaned and started coming as I rammed deeper, spurting my stuff inside her. I pulled out and sat back on my heels. It seemed like a long time before the foam started oozing out. I shoved some of it back inside with one finger.
“Oh, no,” she moaned. “No, I can’t take anymore.”
I pulled my finger out and stroked her trembling legs for a while. Then I reached up and pulled her forward into my arms, running my hands up and down her back. When one hand slipped over a tit, she whispered, “Don’t you dare!” I smiled, and pulled her down on top of me so I could feel both baby boobs squashed against my skin.
Finally, I patted her butt and said, “Sorry, I have to pee.”
When I came back, she was up against the headboard with the t-shirt on and the bedcover up over her hips. I figured she might need some more cuddling if I wanted to see her again. She was such an outstanding lay. So I put on my shorts and sat up next to her.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked quietly.
“Well, that was pretty kinky.”
I picked up her hand. “Don’t you have some fantasies too?”
“Nothing I’m gonna tell you,” she answered.
“Come on, tell, tell,” I coaxed.
She smiled a little. “Well, I guess every girl does think about getting fucked by a man with his boots on.”
“I’ve got some cowboy boots, too.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” She was teasing me back, so I relaxed. I pictured her with cowboy boots on her spread legs. Or maybe little white ankle socks, no, knee socks would be better. Down boy, I told myself and squeezed her hand again.
She stretched and yawned.
“Does that mean you want me to go?” I asked.
“It’s getting late, and we both have work tomorrow.”
“Can I come over tomorrow night?”
“Not tomorrow,” she said firmly.
“Friday?” She nodded and I dropped a kiss on her hand.
I found my jockeys, stuffed them into my pocket and pulled on my shirt. When I sat down to put on my boots, I thought she was watching me a little regretfully. I hid my grin and said, “See you Friday.”
