“Are you ready, Catherine?” he growls.
I don’t think it matters if I’m ready, because Hunter releases my hand and tugs at the button to his pants. It springs free, and then he invites me to do the honors.
“The zipper, sweetheart?”
I nod, and with trembling fingers, undo the silver zip at his crotch. But nothing pops out. The hard, bulging shape remains contained within the stiff denim of his jeans.
Hunter nods as I stare at him with anticipation. Carefully, I slip my hand into the dark hole of his pants. The soft smooth skin of his shaft startles me even more than the low growl coming from deep within his chest.
Did I do something wrong?
Retracting my hand, I look at him with wide eyes. But he merely shakes his head.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Pull it out and put it in your mouth.”
Keeping my eyes locked on him, my fingers dip into the fly of his pants for a second time. He sucks in a shallow breath as I curl my fist around the base of his shaft and slip his cock out.
My eyes go wide as I take in that huge length. He has to be ten inches at least. His cock throbs before my eyes, a vein running along the bottom. The purple head drips wetly, and my mouth goes dry upon seeing it.
Slowly I lower myself to my knees even as his left hand pushes my head down. Opening my mouth, I gently flick my tongue over the crown of his head, tasting him for the first time. Hunter’s fingers dig into my hair. His hips rock as he groans again beneath the butterfly touch.
“More sweetheart,” he begs. “I need more.”
Tentatively, I reach forward again, and this time I suck his head a bit into my mouth, surprised by the musky, masculine taste of his seed. But Hunter can’t wait. He eases more and more of his member into my throat until he fills me.
“Take it all,” he groaned, pushing my head towards his hips. Panic gripped me as I stared up at him.
Was he going to stop? I can’t take this much of him… breathe, breathe. That’s it. Flatten your tongue and don’t struggle.
Hunter’s cock slipped further down my throat until my throat muscles closed around him like a wet pussy. I squeezed my fingers tighter around the base of his cock as he pumped his hips towards my face. His dick slipped in and out of my throat and with each deep thrust, I tried to focus on my breathing. He groans again, eyes closed.
“I knew you could handle me,” Hunter says, entwining his fingers in my hair. “God, you feel amazing. Just stay still and let me work it.”
I do as he orders. The last thing I needed was for my gag reflex to spike, causing me to choke with embarrassment. Hunter stared down at me with a crooked smile that set my heart fluttering. His dick slid out of my mouth until only the head of his cock was left balancing on my lips.
“That’s good,” he said in an approving tone that caused my juices to trickle out of me and soak my panties. My pussy throbbed and ached as I imagined Hunter easing his cock deep inside of me, stretching me wide.
Before I even realized it, I found myself slipping one hand between my legs and rubbing my pussy. The smile on Hunter’s face grew as he spied me teasing myself.
“Do you need some attention?” he asks, wrapping his fingers around his cock and pulling it out from my mouth.
No. I wanted that. I eye his glistening member hungrily, and he lets out a low chuckle.
“Baby needs it, alright.”
I reached my hand out to take back what he stole from me, but I’m not fast enough. He side-stepped my hand and instead, reached down for my waist. In a swift motion, the man lifted me up and sat me on the couch. With a knowing smile on his lips, his fingers gripped the waistline of my jeans and moved around until he found the fastener.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Shaking his head, he flicked his thumb and undid the button in one go. My heart raced as my breathing grew quick. Slowly, he eased the zipper of my jeans down.
Crap. Of course, this would happen the day I wear my granny panties. I knew I should have done laundry last Sunday. But there was no stopping Hunter now. He was on his knees, helping me shimmy out of my jeans. With each passing moment, my body quivers more. I wasn’t cold, but excited, and the heat from my core seemed to intensify.
Finally, the denim came off and Hunter inhaled my sweet scent deeply. Then he chuckled.
“Nice,” he said, glancing at the white cotton underwear. A giggle escaped my lips as my face flushed. I guess it wasn’t so bad. At least my panties aren’t the type that looks like grandmother’s girdle.
Hunter placed both his hands on my knees and pulled my legs apart, making me rock back on the couch. The air around me felt colder than usual as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t bring myself to blink as his fingers drifted over my inner thighs and pushed under the tight elastic of my panties.
Watching my face with hungry blue eyes, Hunter slipped his fingers over my clit causing me to bite down hard. A whimper escaped my lips as I shimmied to the edge of the couch as his fingers toyed with my pussy lips.
“You are so fucking wet.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I panted, staring down at him as his fingers gently stroked along the bottom of my clit. I let out a breathless wail, unable to believe this was really happening. Hunter chuckled and ripped off my panties altogether, leaving the scrap of cotton in a heap on the floor. Then, he leaned down, and his hot breath caused my pussy to throb.
Is he really about to…? Yes, yes he is.
With a sigh of contentment, I lifted my leg up and draped it over the back of the couch as his tongue replaced his fingers. My hips rocked and twitched as his tongue flicked over my clit, licking at it before giving it a good, hard suck.
My back almost arched off the sofa at the delicious sensation.
“Oh yes, Hunter. God, more!”
Short shallow breaths caused the air to whistle as I sucked in desperately. It didn’t take long for my throat to dry out as I tried to wiggle closer to Hunter’s face, forcing him to go deeper.
“More,” I begged as he came up for air. His lips and chin were wet from my juices, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of him. I wanted as much as he was willing to give me. If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to stop. And if it was real, I was going to savor every last minute of it.
6
Hunter
Stretching my tongue out as far as it will go, I slip it between Catherine’s pussy lips and savor her sweet taste. To my surprise the girl tastes fruity, as if she had been feasting on a wide variety of tropical fruits for weeks. The juices that seeped out of her made my dick hard as I tried to quench my appetite by pushing two fingers deep within her and drawing out her sweet nectar.
“More,” she begs. Of course she wants more and with my cock begging for some action, I’ll give her all she can handle. Catherine scoots up on the couch and opens her legs for me. Her body is so willing and with so much goodness on display, I don’t feel as if I’d break her.
Sliding up the edge of the couch, she grabs my cock. Wow, she’s a feisty one. Her soft fingers curling around my shaft make me shudder. For a brief moment I think about slipping my dick down her throat again. But I know there’s a lot to explore, and I want to feel her womanly flesh wrapped around my cock. The couch moans under our weight as she guides me to her pussy.
“Be gentle,” she tells me as she looks at me with those doe eyes.
“Are you…?” I didn’t dare say the word. I knew better than to call her out like that because it was a sure fire way to end whatever this was on the spot. The scarlet in her cheeks grew darker as she chewed her lower lip and bobbed her head.
“Yes, I am, Hunter. I’ve used toys, but they’ve never been big enough to do that. That’s why I need you to be gentle.”
I smile grimly to myself. She has no idea that I’ve seen her playing with one of her toys, and that’s what’s gotten me into this state. But I want to treat Catherine well. She’s fresh and new and so innocent. I want her to enjoy this.
“I’ll go easy,” I breathed as the tip of my head pressed against her wet pussy. Easing into her, I couldn’t help but hear the air whistle from between her clenched teeth. I lowered myself down to her. Her bare breasts brushed against my skin and all I could think of, all that I wanted were her nipples in my mouth.
Yeah, that’s a good idea.
Opening my mouth, I cupped my hand around her breast and contorting myself a bit, swallowed her nipple. As I curled my tongue around the small bulb of flesh with my tongue, she squirmed under me. My cock held us together by the very tip.
“Gently,” she squealed as I pushed my hips back into hers, stretching her as I went. “Oooooh!”
God she’s tight. My dick hasn’t been squeezed in such a way since god knows when. Panting, I try to keep calm, but with every inch I gain, I find myself wanting to ram into her and force her body to swallow me whole. With her nails scraping down my back, I slow. Only when her body has engulfed all of me do I stop.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her legs curl around my waist, anchoring me. She gasps as her body adjusts to the intensity.
“Hunter,” she pants breathily, those big brown eyes meeting mine. “More.”
I low growl rises from my chest.
“Oh, I’ll give you more, Catherine. You’ll take all of me.”
Strange how reality seems to slip away as I focus on the beautiful woman lying beneath me. My naked body slapped against hers as I sped up. But then a slight wince on that beautiful face made me stop.
“Am I hurting you?” I had to ask. Her strained expression didn’t need to be explained. Even if was, I doubt she would tell me the whole truth.
“There’s just so much of you,” she says between sharp pants. “My body needs time to adjust.”
Right. Gentle.
But I didn’t want to be gentle. I wanted to take her and fill her up. I wanted her to scream out my name as we broke the couch under us. There was so much I needed to do, but couldn’t. No, I wouldn’t. I didn’t want Catherine to feel used after all. I was the one who wanted to be used. But it was clear she wasn’t ready to release her inner huntress and take what she wanted. Of course, I didn’t mind one bit. Not when my cock slid in and out, stretching her and forcing her body to take me.
“Shit, this pretty pussy is going to be molded to the shape of my cock,” I rasp in her ear. “I’m your first. Fuck.”
She moaned again and then gasped my name.
“Hunter! Oh fuuuuuuuck!” Catherine screamed as her legs quivered around my body. Her nails dug into my flesh as she threw her head back and arched her back. Everything about her in that moment was stunning. She was a goddess, lighting up from within from the fire in her veins. Even her hair seemed electric as she panted and clawed at me.
Meanwhile, I held her close, groaning as that tight pussy squeezed me reflexively. She screamed again, her breasts bobbling as her pussy practically choked my cock to death. I felt her get even wetter on the inside, her juices flowing down over my dick to coat my balls.
Finally, she subsided a bit, panting and looking into my eyes.
“You okay?” I couldn’t hide the smirk. Having her body react so intensely was a beautiful thing. There aren’t many women who can do that. They fake orgasms a lot, or simply can’t come at all. So to witness Catherine’s first orgasm by a man was an honor. Pride swelled in my chest as I rocked my hips back and forth.
“I’m fine,” she finally said after catching her breath. Her skin was damp and the sated look in her eyes filled me with accomplishment. I love satisfying women, and with Catherine, it had been especially sweet.
“You’re looking a bit flushed,” I growl.
She presses her hands to her cheeks.
“Am I?” she asks.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing to apologize about. You look beautiful with your pink cheeks and damp skin. In fact, I’d say that you’re glowing.”
To make things even more pleasurable, I run my hands down her body, and she smiles and moans with delight. My cock throbs inside her, keeping her filled as she rests. For a moment I wonder if I should pull out, but she’s so damn warm.
“You feel like home,” I confess.
Where the hell did that come from? You never tell a girl how you really feel. Stupid.
But the cat was out of the bag. Catherine smiled as she stared at me. It was sappy I know, but it was the truth. Resting between her legs and having her curled around me, I felt secure. Like she was my safe haven where no one could hurt me. She was my reprieve from the real world and all the sharks who just wanted to make a buck off my back. She was my safety zone.
“You okay?” she asks with a soft look on her face. “You look lost all of a sudden,” she said reaching her hand out. Her fingertips grazed my chin as her eyes cloud with worry. Quickly, I pushed my cock into her, and she gasped as her eyes widened.
“I know where I am,” I answered, easing my dick in and out of her tight wetness. Ever so carefully, I warmed her up all over again. My mouth latched onto a nipple again as I reached one hand to play with her clit. Like magic, Catherine began to chant my name again, the melody heaven to my ears.
“Hunter, Hunter,” she moans.
“Do you know where you are?” I ask, pumping faster. Her body tightened around me. There was no telling what was up or down. All I knew was she was the cause of my greatest pleasure.
“Catherine,” I say. Her name rolled off my tongue as I gulped in air like a drowning man at sea. She was all that surrounded me. “Sweetheart, I’m going to…”
Too late.
My hot come shot out of my dick and filled her up before I had a chance to pull out. She arched towards me, crying out in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed again, trying to pull my come in deeper. This was the moment that made the world go round. This is what life is about. I moaned again, pulling her curvy form close as I emptied my virility into her sweet channel. She mewled and cried out, clasping me close as her body accepted it all.
After a few minutes, we disentangled ourselves, looking at one another.
“Are you alright?” she asked innocently. I couldn’t help but chuckle as the concern on her face.
“Better than alright,” I said, inhaling deeply. Slowly, I pull my cock out of her, and sure enough, the rigid rod glistened wetly, with a ring of red at the base.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
I merely shake my head and gaze into her eyes.
“No, sweetheart. This means everything to me. You could have given your special gift to any man, but you gave it to me. I will treasure this forever,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her. She melts against me, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck.
“Are you okay?” I say with concern, pulling back for a moment. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.”
I disappear into the bathroom for a moment, uncaring of my nakedness. I reappear in the living room with a warm, damp washcloth in my hand. Immediately, I sink to my knees beside the couch, pulling her creamy thighs apart.
“Hunter!” she squeals.
I chuckle and look at her with dancing eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. In fact, you’re even more beautiful now,” I say. It’s true. Her pussy is swollen and pink and a bit of semen oozes from her small hole. With a gentle washcloth, I clean her up before leaning down to give her pussy another kiss. She squeals again, the sound turning into a moan as I tongue her hole lightly.
“Mmm, you’re ready for round two, aren’t you?” I say with a wicked gleam to my eye. “What a bad girl.”
She giggles.
“Yeah, but my sister will be home soon.”
Okay, so maybe that’s a problem, but to be honest, I don’t care. Angela and I are broken up already. I only came by to see Catherine.
Besides, being with the curvy girl is so different than being with her sister. Angela is loose down there, and often, she texts while we make love. I can’t even call it “mak
ing love” anymore, because clearly, we weren’t in love.
But Catherine is different. She lost herself with my cock buried deep inside, and even now, her cheeks are flushed and her pussy sore from my usage. My eyes follow her as she reaches for her clothes.
I watched for a moment as she snaps her bra in place, and then ducks back into her t-shirt. She struggles a bit with her jeans, and I watch with amusement at her calisthenics. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as she jumps up and down, trying to get the denim over those luscious hips.
“They’re tight,” she explains. “All women’s jeans are so goddamn tight these days.”
“I know,” I say with a chuckle. “They even want guys to wear tight jeans too, but there’s no way I’m doing that. I’m not into ‘jeggings.’”
“Jeggings?” she giggles. “Is that what they’re called these days?”
I laugh a bit myself.
“Yeah, it’s the word jeans crossed with the word leggings because these things are like spandex now. But like I said: you’re not going to catch me in a pair.” She giggles again and I flush with happiness. Since when did I get so sappy?
Suddenly, I blurt out, “You were amazing, sweetheart.”
What the hell? Did I really just say that? Her head flies up, her eyes wide. Oh shit. I know it was the wrong choice of words, but it just came out, I swear.
“Thanks,” she says in an uncertain tone. “I think.”
I chuckle.
“No thinking, Catherine. That was awesome and you know it.”
She nods shyly, looking down.
“I know.”
Then, I put a big finger under her chin, lifting it so that our eyes meet.
“How do you feel?”
Her cheeks redden.
“A bit sore,” she says in a hushed tone. Masculine pride blooms in my chest.
“I’m sorry. There’s no way around that.”
My guess is that she may be hurting for a while, but it’s a good kind of hurt.
“I know,” she said with a slight wince as she shifts on the sofa cushion. “You’re really big. I didn’t expect that.”
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