"Down, boy," he murmured, feeling his cock stiffen in his jeans. "Don't scare her off." Chase continued to watch her, unmoving, just memorizing her curves, the sway of her wide hips, the way her waist was tapered to give her the perfect hourglass figure. The sun beat down to caress her golden skin, gently kissing her face and highlighting her hair. The epitome of a woman, Chase thought, to be able to arouse a man without lifting a finger, but still capable of hard labor. He smiled at the double entendre as the lawnmower wound down and shut off. Quickly, he made his way downstairs so that Myra wouldn't suspect a thing.
The knock on the door coming quicker than expected, Chase glanced down to find his erection at least not blatantly obvious. Grinning to himself ruefully, he walked to the door and opened it. As expected, Myra stood there.
"How did the ole girl work for you?" He asked with a smile.
"Great!" She responded, a dimple appearing in her cheek as she beamed back at him. Then her face fell a little. "Unfortunately," she said somewhat shyly, "I ran out of gas just as I was done." She peered up at him through her eyelashes coquettishly, completely out of character for her previous 'good girl' look. "I don't have any money to give you to replace it, but if you'd like to come over for awhile, I can pay you back." Myra stretched her hand out to Chase invitingly, a coy smile gracing her face. Almost in a dreamlike state, Chase took her hand, barely remembering to close the door behind him as she tugged him towards her home.
Opening and closing the heavy front door was as far as they got before the clothes started to come off. Grabbing Chase's shoulders, Myra pushed him up against the door, a firm leg coming up to twine around his waist, her lips pressed hotly to his, her tongue flicking out to taste his lips as she pressed her molten core as close to his erection as she could possibly get. Chase threw back his head in tortured agony; Myra gave a throaty laugh.
"Do you think I wasn't able to see you in your window today?" she asked coyly, grinding herself against him mindlessly. "Or that I couldn't make out your..." she paused, gripping his hard cock in her hand, "delicious hard-on through these shorts?" Chase gasped at her firm grip, his shaft throbbing as if thrilled at the attention. Not trusting himself to speak, he grabbed Myra by the back of her neck, pulling her to him for a bone-rattling kiss, his lips forcing hers apart so he could explore the cavern within. His tongue explored her mouth leisurely, taking his time as he felt out the hidden recesses. His fingers flexed lightly on her neck, his other hand pushing her tank top straps off her shoulders so that he could caress her bare skin. Giving a tiny moan of surrender, the sizzling temptress melted at his feet, her bones seeming to dissolve as he kissed her.
Chase grinned as he broke off the kiss, sensing that much more of it and Myra would faint. Nuzzling her neck, he pushed her tight shorts from her waist, revealing the sexy g-string she wore. Goosebumps rippled across his shoulder blades, and he snapped the elastic at Myra's waist, chuckling as he heard her sharp intake of breath. His warm breath made Myra's hair stand on end, and he blew gently upon her neck, delighting in the way her eyes immediately rolled back into her head.
"I want you," Myra whispered desperately, her hand, now removed from his throbbing cock, running down Chase's side to give his buttock a hearty squeeze. Chase nipped her sensitive throat with his sharp teeth in response, squeezing her neck a little tighter in his broad palm.
"Good," he growled against her satiny skin, his hand moving to free himself from his shorts, "Because I'm gonna fucking pound that luscious cunt of yours until you can't take any more.... And even then I just might not be done." As he had hoped, a slight tremor of excitement rippled through her voluptuous body, and raising his head from her neck, he took the time to peruse Myra's face, gauging her reaction. She was not at all displeased by his choice of language, he could tell, and after the scene he had heard while in his backyard a few days ago, he knew he could step a little out of the box... the thought excited him even more than he already was.
Aroused beyond comprehension, Chase's fumbling hand seemed to take forever to unbutton and unzip his shorts. Of course, it didn't help that Myra had raised her plump arms and removed her tank top. She smiled sensually at him as she did so, and he looked down to see that her top must have had a built in bra, for her breasts now hung loose, the pert rosy nipples just begging for attention. She leaned into him, kissing him deeply, rubbing herself against him, and he forced himself to focus on the buttons of his shorts. Finally, finally it popped open, and Chase groaned aloud in relief, then looked to Myra with a disarming smile.
"Want to go for a ride?" he asked devilishly. Before Myra could respond, Chase had grabbed her hips, twirled her around, and wedged her between himself and the door. Grinning into her passion-flushed face, Chase stroked his hands down to her buttocks, and in one smooth motion, lifted Myra up, impaling her soft body on his hard cock. Her g-string pushed to the side of her already sopping wet pussy, his entry was effortless. As soon as he was completely sheathed, he paused, leaning against her, staring into her eyes.
"Is there a reason your nails dug into my back?" He teased with a lopsided grin. Myra groaned, her inner muscles trembling around Chase's cock.
"No, it's just... God, you feel so fucking good," she breathed, staring into his eyes.
"Just wait," Chase responded, "I'm not even close to being done with you." And so saying, he adjusted his grip on her and began to slowly thrust inside her, flexing his hips experimentally as he watched Myra's reactions flitting across her face. Amazement, wonder, arousal, and lust all danced with fiery passion, and Chase was hard-pressed to keep from immediately spilling his seed. Myra's soft, fast panting, the way she tossed her head back in ecstacy, the feeling of her legs wrapping tightly around his hips... He shuddered as he lost control, and Myra cried out as his cock exploded inside of her.
"Oh you fucker, I wasn't even close yet," she smilingly snarled, leaning forward to bite his neck fiercely. The pain kept his manhood pumping for longer than normal, and as his legs weakened, he let Myra slowly slide down his body until her feet hit the floor, fearful that he'd lose his grip as his muscles relaxed. His hands, however, stayed on her, his thumbs moving to gently circle Myra's nipples, his fingertips massaging the mounds of her breasts.
"You are so beautiful," Chase told her reverently, bending his head to suckle a pebbled nipple. Her gasp aroused him, and his half-flaccid cock came straight back to attention. Noticing, Myra giggled through the haze of arousal.
"Ready for round two or something?" She flirtatiously spoke, her hand finding his sac and cradling it in her warm palm.
"No," Chase responded, his voice muffled from his lips still being firmly pressed into her breast, "I'm ready to complete round one. Where's your damn bedroom?"
"Who cares?" Myra moaned, trembling, nerves tingling from nipples to pussy and back.
"I do, because I'm not going to continue fucking you on the floor," Chase answered, chuckling hoarsely against her warm flesh.
On a throaty sigh, Myra drifted back close enough to earth to lead Chase to her bedroom, located in the back of the house with a large French style door that led onto a small enclosed patio. Chase got a small glimpse as he walked past on the way to Myra's bed; surprised, he turned and looked closer inside the room and a smile lifted his lips as he saw a variety of love-making objects, implements, and contraptions, concealed by frosted glass windows. He wondered when Myra had brought those into the home, as he didn't recall seeing them. Turning, his flesh immediately sizzled when he saw that Myra had made herself comfortable on the bed. She lie there, propped with pillows, her long blonde hair streaming over her shoulders, completely at ease and completely bare to his gaze.
"You are so fucking gorgeous," Chase said as he moved towards her in an almost dream-like state. "Your curves make me so fucking hard, and the color of your nipples is just divine. Your hair..." he lifted a lock to his nose and inhaled, "reminds me of jumping into a cold river on a hot summer's day." His hands roamed over Myra's body, and he w
atched in interest as her heavy-lidded eyes fluttered in a vain attempt to stay open. Gently, his hands smoothed her body, touching her shoulders, down her arms, back up to caress her soft breasts, before dancing down the delicate flesh of her belly to the glistening mound of her pussy. His gaze locking on her face, Chase probed her wetness with a forefinger until he located her swollen nubbin of womanhood, and he smiled as she gasped and arched her back slightly.
Grasping Myra's legs, Chase tugged once and pulled her to the edge of the bed, letting her long legs dangle while he knelt to the ground. Lifting behind the knees, he brought Myra's legs to rest on his shoulders, and leaning forward, he inhaled the delicious scent of her pussy. Giving a last glance at her flushed face, Chase lowered his head to the feast set before him. The normally delicate scent was now musky, potent; proof of Myra's needy arousal. His thumbs spread her labia to reveal the pearl inside, and he licked his lips in anticipation, but he didn't want to go fast. No, he wanted to prolong the agony, keep her hovering on the edge as long as he could.
His warm lips began kissing the inside of Myra's soft thighs, his thumbs now gently massaging the outer lips of her tantalizing pussy. His mouth somewhat open, he pressed his tongue to Myra's flesh as he kissed her, tasting the residue of his previous encounter, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head with delight. The delicate quivering of Myra's thigh muscles alerted him to her enjoyment, and eager to oblige her pleasure, Chase moved closer to her pussy, his lips now pressing feverish kisses to her smooth mound, his tongue darting out to taste the silky dewdrops lingering there.
Deciding it was time to start employing his fingers, Chase gently inserted his index finger into Myra's sopping wet pussy, and was rewarded by a low guttural groan and an indistinct tightening of inner muscles. "Relax, darling," he murmured into her feverish flesh, "I've yet to even begin." His only response was a slight wriggle of hips, as if she was impatient for more. Pressing his advantage, Chase's tongue began lapping at the shiny pearl nestled between Myra's two lips, his finger slowly moving in and out of her hot cunt. Soft panting, in rhythm to his licking tongue, drifted to his ears, and he groaned into her pussy as his cock stiffened further. He inserted another finger, and lifted his head to gaze at Myra, licking the moistness from his shining lips.
"Do you like that? Do you feel like a good little slut, spreading your legs wide for me, begging for my attention? Play with your nipples, Myra, I want to hear you moan, I want to hear your passion," Chase instructed her. Eyes barely open, Myra nodded distractedly, her hands moving to her breasts, where she began pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Soft mewls escaped her, and satisfied with her response, Chase lowered his head again, this time sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue.
"Oh fuck!" Myra keened, her hips rising fractionally. Chase kept her still, his hands pressing down on the top of her large thighs, as he used his teeth to gently roll her sensitive nub, tongue still flicking at it. A third finger joined the others, and he curled them upward; finding her g-spot, he firmly began to stroke.
"Oh holy shit!" reached his ears, and Chase flicked his gaze up to see Myra writhing on the bed, her eyes scrunched shut, her nipples a dark rose as she continued to viciously pinch them. Her back arched high, her legs pressing down on his shoulders as she moved uncontrollably in response to Chase's stimulation. He added a fourth finger, and began a steady, thrusting rhythm, the fingertips still pressing into Myra's g-spot. His thumb he moved to her swollen clit so that he could watch her as she orgasmed.
Myra was aware that Chase watched her.... She couldn't help but feel his intent gaze boring into her, staring at her, watching her body's reactions. But it didn't matter. She loved it, loved being the object of desire, loved knowing how hard she could make a cock. Her deft fingers continued to twist her sensitive nipples, and she couldn't seem to control her hips, which kept rising to meet Chase's fingers, meeting his thrusts. She didn't even bother to stifle her gasps and cries of pleasure, just let herself get lost in the motion, forget everything but the twinge of pain from her nipples, the ecstasy of Chase's fingers.... And she began to feel her completion build.
"Don't... stop.... Please don't... don't stop," Myra begged breathlessly, desperation edging her voice. "Oh please... oh please... I've gotta... I need to... Oh god...." She moaned incoherently, tossing her head back and forth on the bed. Chase grinned, and increased the speed of his fingers. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." Myra chanted, beginning to feel liquid heat infiltrate her womb. "Oh shit, I'm gonna fucking cum!" She screamed, and Chase watched her face as she exploded into a thousand pieces, her body stiffening for a moment before commencing a multitude of shivering, shuddering spasms that rocked her from head to toe, her mouth opening and closing without any sound but a delightful wail of delight punctuated by hoarse panting. Her clit seemed to swell slightly and throb beneath his thumb, and he continued his movements until it seemed her orgasm died down. Before she could open her eyes, Chase had risen, taken his cock in his hand, and pushed his way home into her luscious, inviting cunt.
It was better than he had expected. Her natural lubricant eased the way for him, and he slid between her plump petals with ease. He groaned in pleasure as he sheathed himself inside her fully, and looking down, saw that Myra must feel the same, for her cheeks were still flush, her lips slightly parted as her breath came in heavy moans.
"Look at me," Chase demanded. "Open your beautiful eyes and look at me, you little cock-hungry slut."
Myra opened glazed-over eyes to meet his, and searching them, Chase nodded his head, pleased at the depth of unbridled passion he saw. In acknowledgement, he withdrew, then shoved his way deep again.
"Unhhh!!" Myra whimpered piteously, "More! Please, more!" as she wriggled her hips in an attempt to spur him on, to make him start pumping.
"Oh no, pet," Chase admonished, "I spilled much too early previously. I want to ensure you enjoy it this time."
"I.. I did last time," Myra lied breathlessly.
"Fool," Chase berated her with a growl, punctuating his words with a powerful thrust of his masculine hips, "Don't ever fucking lie to me. In the future, if you do, my only response will be to punish you. Do you understand?" He stopped thrusting, awaiting her response, but she was too caught up in the maelstrom of sensation to realize he had stopped speaking.
"I said," Chase spoke again, pinching her nipple roughly with one hand, "Do you fucking understand me, bitch?" The pain broke through the reddish haze of an oncoming orgasm, and Myra blinked, then nodded, licking her lips.
"Better," he said with a wry twist of his lips, and began a deep rhythm of thrusting. It was slow, but every thrust went deep, and with Myra being so tight, it was torture; paradise. Biting his lip, Chase concentrated on Myra's engaging body. Her breasts slowly rocked back and forth on her ribs as he moved her body with his thrusts, and her large frame received each impact as an embrace. Her hands clenched in the bedspread, and her glassy eyes stared into his face as she accepted his thrusting.
"Oh god, Chase," she spoke, licking her lips again, trying to contain her gasps of delight, "you feel so fucking good; my pussy has never had such a treat before." Her eyes added truth to her words; Chase could tell that she was valiantly fighting to keep them focused, rather than sliding into her head with delight. Her hips verified both, lifting and retreating as she met each thrust eagerly. He reached between them to use his thumb on her clit, rubbing it in fast circles, his action immediately receiving a response. The guttural sounds emanating from her mouth were the most erotic ones he'd ever heard. Reining himself in before he came again, he withdrew reluctantly from Myra's plush body.
"Turn over," he ordered, slowly stroking his glistening cock in his palm. Myra stared at his shaft in fascination as she slowly rolled onto her belly, then raised herself up onto her hands and knees.
"That's right, fucking whore," He whispered as he moved closer, "Spread your body for me... Give me easy access to your sexy hotbox... You'v
e just been aching to a good fucking, haven't you, bitch? Waiting for a thick hard cock to spread those delectable pussy lips and stimulate your flesh...." He trailed off as he quickly thrust himself into Myra's dripping cunt, and he hissed between his teeth in gratification. Her body was so perfect; hills and valleys, all as lush as could be. Chase grabbed her hips. "I'll have to give you just what you want," he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Since it's exactly the same thing I want..." So saying, he bit her shoulder and thrust deeply into her tight hole again and again, driving like a piston. Non-tiring, at a steady pace, he drove his rock-hard shaft into her, enjoying her rippling muscles, her swinging breasts, the friction of her thick pussy lips on his sensitive cock. He especially rejoiced in her guttural moans and pants; the way she threw her hair back over her shoulder when she turned her head to look back at him; the quick press back of her hips to counter-act his vigorous thrusts.
He reached his hands beneath her body, and grabbing her breasts in each hand, he pulled her up and off her hands, arching her back as he twisted her nipples in his calloused fingertips. She screamed in delight, her hands reaching back to grab his buttocks and pull him further into her pussy. "You've got 5 seconds to cum, pet," Chase growled into her ear, a hand gently encircling her throat, "because that's about all the more time I can hold back from spilling myself in your fantastic cunt."
Breathless both from arousal, her heavy breathing, and now the hand at her neck, Myra nodded; somehow he must have known that she'd been doing her best to not cum yet. Her strangled cry ripped past her lips moments later as she let go, and together, her insides and Chase's hard shaft throbbed together, partners in a powerful, black-out orgasm. Slowly coming back to reality, Chase realized that he lie next to Myra's glistening body... and his own was no less sated than before.
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