Horny Quickies

by Riley Haze

  “I like it. I like it a lot. Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”

  Henry stepped out of his pants then lifted Kristina’s slip up and off, then tossed it over his shoulder.

  Once all their clothes were off, Henry bent Kristina over the table. He lifted her leg, putting it on the table too, opening her up wider, then grabbed ahold of his cock and stepped forward. He smacked his cock against her wet, waiting pussy a couple times, then slid it inside her.

  “Holy fuck your cock feels so good in my pussy,” Kristina said, speaking in gasping breaths.

  With his hands around her hips for balance, Henry slammed his cock into Kristina, fucking her from behind, their bodies slapping against each other, combining with their repeated moans of pleasure to create a symphony of sex.

  “Do you like that,” Henry said, mimicking her tone from earlier. “Do you like it when I take you from behind?”

  Kristina turned her upper body so she could look back at him and nodded in reply.

  “I fucking love it,” she said, smiling wickedly.

  “Do you want it harder?” he said.

  “Fuck yes,” Kristina replied. “As hard as you can give it to me.”

  Henry ran his hands up her back grabbed ahold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as his hips came forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

  “Holy shit yes,” she said. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Give it to me nice and deep. I want every inch of you inside me.”

  Kristina’s dirty talking just revved Henry up even more. He turned up the intensity, slamming his hips forward, causing her ass to ripple with every thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

  “That’s right,” Kristina said, practically screaming. “Pound it. Fuck my little cunt. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me just like that. Just like that!”

  Henry hammered into Kristina a few more times before slowing things down to catch his breath. Keeping his cock inside her, he reached down and grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide. After admiring the view for a few seconds, he started moving against her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy in slow, deep pumps.

  “Does that feel good?” Kristina asked.

  “Fuck yes,” Henry replied. He’d always enjoyed fucking slowly, even more so than pounding a girl. It was more sensual, more romantic. But it also increased the sensitivity tenfold, which wasn’t always good thing. Not unless he wanted to cum within minutes. Which was why he gradually sped things up, moving against more quickly with every thrust.

  “Do you like spreading my pussy open so you can see?” Kristina said. “So you can watch your cock going in and out of me?”

  “I fucking love it,” Henry replied, steadily increasing the rhythm until he was once again hammering away at her, their bodies coming together with a wet slap.

  “Do you like that?” she said. “Do you like my pussy throbbing around your dick? Do you feel those big pussy lips wrapped around it?”

  Henry didn’t reply. He was too busy fucking the shit out of her.

  “Fuck me,” Kristina said, practically snarling the words, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  Henry did as Kristina asked, giving her everything he had, even throwing in a couple slaps to the ass while he pummeled her from behind.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Kristina cried. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

  Reaching deep into his reserves, Henry kept it up, pounding away at Kristina until her body tensed up and then released, her legs quivering and shaking as her pussy drenched his cock with juices.

  After Kristina’s orgasm had passed, she pushed her hips forward, drawing Henry’s cock from her pussy. She spun around and dropped to her knees, talking the whole time.

  “I want to suck it,” she said. “I want to clean my cum off your cock. Can I do that? Is that okay with you?”

  Smiling, Henry nodded.

  Returning his grin, Kristina ran her tongue over his cock, licking it clean of her cum. “I taste so fucking good,” she said. “I love licking my cum off your cock.” She took the head of his cock in her mouth and started to suck, gradually moving further and further down until she was nearly swallowing the entire thing.

  “I love it too,” Henry said. “Too much, I’m afraid,” he added, reaching down and hooking his arms under Kristina’s shoulders and pulling her to her feet.

  Once she was standing, he lifted her up and set her ass down on the table, then pushed on her shoulders, guiding her onto her back.

  “I need a little break,” he said as he spread her legs and squatted down until his face was at the same level as her pussy. “Do you mind?”

  Without waiting for an answer, he dove in, smashing her face between her legs, running his tongue up and down her pussy.

  “Not at all,” Kristina said, drawing out the words. “You can eat my pussy whenever the hell you feel like it.”

  Henry went to town, working her pussy with tons of energy, licking her snatch and sucking on her pussy lips and driving his tongue inside her and exploring around. Kristina was soaking wet, drenching his entire face with her juices.

  “Holy shit you’re good at that,” she said, her voice filled with pleasure.

  “You like that, do you?” Henry replied, coming up for air, looking up at her.

  “I fucking love it,” Kristina said. Leaning forward, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face into her, smashing it up against her flesh, smothering him. Henry flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy while she moaned above him.

  Eventually Kristina let him go. But Henry wasn’t done yet. He started working her clit with his mouth, pressing his tongue against it with as much force as he could muster.

  Kristina let out a little yelp and bucked against him hard enough to make the table move. The expression on her face was a combination of determination and pleasure and her chest was heaving with exertion.

  Henry glanced up at her and saw how into it she was. He decided she was enjoying it so much he’d take things even further. While his tongue still worked her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and starting banging away, moving them in and out as quickly as he could, not taking it easy at all.

  “Holy fuck,” she said, drawing the word out in pleasure. She tilted her head back, losing herself, her chin pointed towards the ceiling and her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let out a long, low, wordless groan.

  Feeling emboldened, Henry squeezed another finger inside her. It was a tight fit, forcing him to slow down for a few seconds while she adjusted. But she quickly loosened up and he went back to slamming his fingers in and out of her, forcing them in as far as he could with as much speed as possible. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices flowing like a stream, allowing him to hammer away at her without any resistance whatsoever.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Kristina cried. “Right there, right fucking there! Oh my god you’re so fucking good at that. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

  And just like that, she let out a little screech and her pussy released another torrent of juices, drenching Henry’s face even further.

  Once her orgasm had passed, Kristina grabbed two handfuls of Henry’s hair and pulled him to his feet. “Come here. Come on, get up here,” she said.

  Henry did so willingly. Even though he thoroughly enjoyed eating her pussy, he was ready to move on to the main course.

  “Enough playing around,” Kristina said, running her tongue along his face, licking her pussy juices off his skin. “I need you inside me.”

  She grabbed ahold of his stiff cock and jerked him off while simultaneously sticking her tongue in his mouth. While they continued to make out, Kristina pulled Henry towards her, guiding his cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

  Kristina gasped slightly as Henry entered her, his cock sliding in with ease. They made out for a few more seconds before Henry broke off the kiss and started to slowly move his cock in and out of her p
ussy.

  The relaxed approach didn’t last long, however; both of them were way too riled up to take things slow at this point. And as wet as Kristina’s pussy was, it was impossible to anyhow.

  Henry gradually increased the speed and intensity in which his cocked slammed into Kristina until he was giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, in aggressive, hammering thrusts. The table rocked and squeaked beneath them as their bodies came together in wet smacks, their eyes locked together, both wearing expressions of pure joy.

  “Your cock feels so fucking good,” Kristina said. “Ohmygod your cock feels fucking amazing.”

  Hearing Kristina’s voice just got Henry more excited. “Keep on talking,” he said. “I want to hear your voice while I fuck you.”

  “Yeah?” Kristina asked. “You like that, huh? You like me egging you on? It turns you on, does it?”

  Henry nodded his head and hammered her even harder. He was still a little ways away from orgasm but rapidly gaining ground and he wanted to give it to her as hard and fast as possible before he was finished for good.

  “Holy shit that feels fucking great,” Kristina said, the tone of her voice getting higher-pitched with every utterance. “Yeah, come and get it. This is your pussy. You can do whatever you want to it. You own it.”

  Emboldened even further by Kristina’s words, Henry grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around her thigh and turned her to the side just a bit, altering the angle of entry and allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

  “Goddammit!” Kristina cried out. ““That’s right, pound it, pound that fucking pussy!”

  With every word that came out of Kristina’s mouth, Henry got a little more excited, a little closer to orgasm. But still he wanted more.

  So he lifted his leg, putting one foot up on the table to gain even more leverage. Gripping Kristina’s leg more tightly, using her body for balance, he went after her with everything he had, his body sweating, his chest heaving, his breath shortening as he hammered away at her pussy, his balls slapping up against her ass with every thrust, his cock pushing up against something deep inside her before sliding most of the way out to start the process again.

  “Fuck me,” Kristina cried out. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me like the little slut I am! Hammer me with that fucking cock! Hammer me!”

  Henry was bone-tired from exertion, but still he didn’t slow down, pushing through all the boundaries of exhaustion to fuck Kristina like he’d never fucked another woman before, their bodies slapping together with a wet sound that echoed about the room, the table barely standing upright, Kristina’s tits flopping around madly, her eyes wild, her hair everywhere, her face a mask of pleasure.

  “Holy fuck I’m going to cum again,” she said in a breathless burst. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. Keep fucking me. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

  Even though he was mere seconds away from cumming himself, Henry did as Kristina asked, continuing to defy his body and pound away at her pussy while desperately holding off on his orgasm until she’d had another one.

  Luckily for him it was only a few more seconds before Kristina’s body shuddered for the third time that evening, releasing yet another torrent of her juices from her pussy, making things even wetter than ever down there.

  But Henry was too close to slow down at this point, even for a moment. He still hammered away at Kristina’s pussy even as she recovered from her orgasm.

  Kristina was an experienced woman; she knew exactly what was happening. She could read it on Henry’s face, could intuit it from his body-language.

  “Are you ready to cum?” she asked, her tone softer now, sexy and alluring.

  Henry nodded.

  “You want to cum all over this slutty face of mine?” she asked.

  He nodded again, unable to speak even if he’d wanted to.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” Kristina said. “Are you ready?”

  He nodded for the third time.

  Kristina slid her body back, allowing his cock to slip out of her pussy. In a flash she was on her knees on the floor, her face directly in front of his cock. She took it in her mouth and sucked on the tip while jerking the shaft with her hand.

  “Fucking give it to me,” Kristina said, popping his cock out of her mouth. “Come on, baby, cum all over my face.”

  She worked his cock with her hand for a couple more seconds and then Henry was there. He grunted softly and his face screwed up in a twist and then his body tensed for a moment before releasing, sending a rope of sperm shooting out of his cock and splashing against her pretty face.

  Kristina continued jerking Henry off while he came: four, five, six loads shooting out of his cock, covering her face in white, leaving ropes of sperm on her forehead, in her hair, on her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and in her mouth.

  Staring up at Henry as he shimmied and shook and tried to catch his breath, Kristina wrapped her lips around his cock one last time and sucked on the tip, drawing the lest remnants of cum from him.

  Henry stared down at her with a huge smile on his face, her cum-covered face perversely making her even sexier than ever, which was quite a feat.

  Kristina milked Henry completely dry then pulled her mouth off his cock for the last time and climbed to her feet. Henry grabbed his t-shirt from the ground and handed it to her so she could wipe her face off.

  “My God that was a monster load,” Kristina said as she cleaned her face with his shirt.

  “Tell me about it,” Henry said. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

  “That’s because you’ve never been with a girl like me before,” Kristina replied.

  “Ain’t that the truth,” he said. “But what I really want to know is if I ever will again.”

  Kristina flashed him a playful little smirk. “Be with a girl like me again? Or be with me again?”

  “As far as I can tell, there aren’t any other girls like you,” Henry said. “You’re one of a kind.”

  Kristina’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Keep on saying things like that and I’m pretty sure this won’t be the only time we’re doing something like this.”

  “That’s all it’s going to take?” Henry said, offering a playful grin of his own. “A few kind words?”

  “As long as you mean them,” she replied. “And, of course, you have to be able repeat this performance again. And maybe even step things up a little bit.”

  “Oh, that won’t be much of a problem,” he said, laughing. “In fact, it’s the easiest thing in the world.”

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  GETTING FILTHY IN THE SHOWER

  Carla and I had just finished our first date when she invited me over to her place to hang out some more. I quickly accepted, and not only because she was an incredibly gorgeous 22-year old woman with sharp features, long black hair, amazingly tight body and pale-white skin, but she was incredibly cool too, wry and witty with a self-deprecating sense of humor, just like me.

  She led me inside and sat me down on her couch but remained standing, looking down on me, a little half-smile on her lips.

  “Do you want something to drink?” she asked in her sexy, throaty voice. “Beer? Wine? Something harder?”

  “Whatever you’re having,” I said.

  “Wine it is, then,” Carla said. She smiled and patted my knee and headed towards the kitchen.

  I had to stare at her firm little ass working behind her tight dress as she walked. I just couldn’t help myself.

  She cast a glance over her shoulder and caught me staring at her. I started to blush, but she just smiled and said, “Take your socks and shoes off. Get comfortable.”

  I couldn’t turn down a request like that, so I did as she’d asked while she poured two glasses of wine and made her way back to the couch.

  We drank our wine and talked a bit, not about anything important, just shooting the shit. I wanted to make some sort of a move on her but that just
wasn’t my thing. It never has been. Luckily for me, it was hers.

  We had just finished our wine when I held out my hand so she could hand me her glass. “Another one?” I asked.

  “No,” Carla said. “I’m good on wine.”

  “O-kay,” I said, drawing the word out. From her tone I figured I’d missed my chance and now the night was going to come to a quick end. As it turned out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  “So what now?” I asked. “Do you want to watch some television? Listen to music?”

  “Actually, I’m feeling pretty dirty,” Carla said, standing up. “I think I need to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”

  I was caught completely off guard. But I managed to say, “I’d love to,” without sputtering and hopefully without too much surprise showing up on my face.

  “Then let’s go,” she said, holding out her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet then led me down the hall.

  She led me into the bathroom and started the shower. It was a huge shower, at least ten feet long, with two heads, each on an opposite wall.

  As the water warmed up, Carla slipped out of her black dress, revealing nothing underneath but a beige g-string. As I stood staring at her, mesmerized by her ridiculously tight body, she dropped to her knees, right there on the tile floor of the bathroom. She had my belt undone and my pants down around my ankles within seconds and my cock in her hand shortly after that.

  After jerking me off for a bit to get me hard, she smacked my cock against her cheek a couple of times, then licked the underside of my shaft, beginning near my balls and making her way towards the tip.

  I sucked in a deep breath and held it as she worked my cock, torturing me by moving slowly and gently over it with her tongue, paying attention to every centimeter of it, in no hurry at all.

  “Holy shit that feels good,” I said under my breath.

  Her eyes lit up and I could see she was smiling, even as she continued working my cock. She was obviously enjoying herself, although I suspected she just enjoyed torturing me.

  Looking up at me, maintaining eye contact, she dropped her head further down and started working on my balls, sucking on them one at a time while she continued jerking me off with deliberate hand movements.