The Devil Wants More

by Sarah Westerly

  “You got to be kidding me. I think another foot of snow has fallen since we’ve been in here.” Colin couldn’t hide his frustration in his voice. He was stuck here now. Stuck here to sit, rock hard, on her couch and to only dream of her perfectly round ass sliding up and down on his pole. Everything he had imaged was still only make believe.

  “So you’ll stay here?” Kerry’s face let Colin know how much she didn’t want him to leave.

  “I don’t really have a choice. Driving would be impossible, my car’s buried.” He threw his jacket back onto the couch and sat down.

  “We can watch a movie!” Kerry happily skipped into another room and returned with a big blanket. She could watch whatever she wanted as far as Colin was concerned. He wasn’t going to let himself be tricked again.

  Kerry grabbed a remote, turned down the lights and plopped down on the couch next to Colin. She spread the blanket out to cover them both but Colin didn’t even move to assist her. He was weary of doing anything, anything at all that would lead to his cock again inflating without a payoff. Kerry was confused by his new coldness but forged ahead with her plan to watch a movie.

  Whatever she put in wasn’t particularly interesting to Colin so he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. This proved to be of little help so he focused on listening to the movie, trying to figure out all that was going on that way. Seeing that his defenses were low, Kerry took the opportunity to put her head on his shoulder. Colin wasn’t sure if he was supposed to pretend to be asleep or not so he lay still, again not willing to feed her teasing.

  They sat peacefully in that position for awhile. Both had their hands under the blanket, attempting to maximize warmth. Kerry had slowly moved her body over and was very close to Colin but he was well aware that that didn’t mean he’d get lucky. He remained still. He remained still as he felt her place her hand on his thigh. He wouldn’t acknowledge this, was probably innocent. Colin remained still as he felt her hand creep closer to his pelvis’ center, better see where this is headed. Kerry dragged only her index finger along the part of his jeans with the outline of his very erect dick. While this action didn’t feel particularly sexy, the anticipation of what it could mean was exhilarating and had sent his heart into a crazy beat-off, pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear.

  Aware his being asleep cover was most likely blown, Colin brought his hand up to her inner thigh, placing as much as he could into his palm and squeezing before moving his hand inward, towards the source of heat. Slowly moving inward, testing the limit of where he could explore.

  As his hand traveled toward her beautiful, wanting mound, Kerry had involved the rest of her hand in the caressing of Colin’s cock and ran her palm along his shaft. Up and down. Colin’s hand felt the texture of Kerry’s jeans change and knew he had reached the spot they had both waited for him to get to. He ran his hand firmly all around, looking for the spot to make her squeal. Finding the spot that was both warm and soft, Colin applied more pressure before releasing again. Moving his hand in circular motions. Kerry cooed softly, he knew he was onto something.

  The scene was reminiscent of what would’ve happened if they actually had gotten together so many years ago. Very high school; over the clothes petting that was driven by an absolute desire to fuck each other. The barriers in place made normal adult sex ever more exciting with servings of nostalgia and scandal. That being said, if she put a stop to it again, Colin would go outside and dig his car out with his dick. He'd much rather take his chances with the slippery roads.

  After a few minutes of the very exciting petting, Kerry swung over, landing on Colin’s lap while facing him, keeping the blanket over her back. She positioned herself so that his throbbing sword could take over applying pressure to her clit. She began slowly riding up and down, up and down, keeping the pressure on his cock. Colin put his hands on her sides at first to guide her movement but also in a bid to finally (finally!) place his hand on the jugs he had been dreaming of for years.

  “Listen,” she said without stopping her grinding pelvis. Not this shit again was all Colin could think.

  “I know you’re frustrated but I don’t want to be the other girl. We can keep doing this but we can’t do anything that would mean you were cheating. It’ll make me feel better.”

  Colin looked her straight in the eye saying “I’m just giving you a massage.”

  Kerry smiled widely at that. “Well, I don’t know about you but I don’t usually have this much clothing on when I get a massage.”

  Colin waited to hear an explosion as he was sure his dick combusted after hearing those words. Without such a noise meant his cock was intact and ready for this. Without even removing herself from his lap, Kerry crossed her arms and brought her shirt up over her head. She was wearing a very cute, navy blue bra with white lace. She filled every inch of the bra’s cups and could’ve been a model convincing more girls to buy this lingerie. Hopefully they looked as good without the aid of a good bra.

  Colin removed his shirt, both of them still attached at the pelvis. He started working with his belt, Kerry stood as to give him room and undid the button on her jeans. As she brought down her fly, the button clanged against the rivets in her jeans and exposed a small triangle of blue and white striped panties. Colin removed his jeans from his ankles, leaving him in only his black boxers. Kerry lowered her moist lady flower back onto his cock, the loss of a significant amount of layers having made way for a much more intimate, um, massage.

  Colin could feel the intricacies of Kerry’s pussy now with only very thin material of boxers and panties between them. As she grinded on top of him, her downstairs lips grew increasingly moist and as they shifted with each movement, her excitement was audible in their own noises.

  Colin wanted to take his time in arriving at her breasts as each former attempts had put a halt to the activities. He placed his hands on her ample thighs, her rump (that park on the sides of her ass, above the thighs). She was a sturdy gal and each of Colin’s hands grabbed as much as they could. He used this area as the point of control on her body, guiding her movements and dragging her pussy up and down his shaft. They call this dry humping but neither of them were anything close to dry.

  The natural progression dictated that his hands would continue to move upwards and they did, first exploring her soft belly that rested just above the waistline of her cute little panties and then further upwards. Colin’s hands went flat as they both sought something to hold. Finally arriving at the promised land, he felt the cold, slick material of her satin bra. The weight of the massive tits were held back by a small amount of fabric that looked to his hands to help carry the weight. While Colin was satisfied with finally being able to feel her cans, the bra presented a firm barrier that prevented him from feeling all of her. He enveloped both tits with his hands and pushed them up before letting their weight bring them back into him. Kerry drew her arms back behind her, putting her hands on the edge of the couch giving Colin unrestricted access to her tits while using the position to grind harder into his massive cock.

  “We’re not doing anything wrong, we’re not cheating. We still have our underwear on.” Kerry was speaking out loud the mantra that was going through her head in an effort to strengthen her resolve and to absolve her of the guilty feeling competing for brain space.

  Colin brought his head up, close to her neck, as she continued to grind. He lay one small, miniscule kiss on her neck causing her to bite her lip and present a pained expression, trying as hard as she could to stifle a moan. No use as her pussy betrayed her by driving harder into Colin. He gave another one on her neck and got the same result. Her hands still behind her and the leverage of the couch’s edge had her driving impossibly hard into Colin’s dick. Her pussy increasing in wetness and, therefore, noise. A noise that turned Colin on Kerry both on immensely.

  Colin continued to lay soft kisses all over her collarbone and shoulders before making his way lower. The frequency increased as he began to kiss the a
reas of her chest that were much softer. Colin used both arms to reach behind her back and support her body as she leaned back even more, never freeing his cock from her pussy’s control.

  “We’re not doing anything wrong,” she continued through gritted teeth and soft moans.

  He kept with the kisses, now reaching her breasts. Unsure of how to proceed, Colin kissed the cups of the bra, the satin cold on his lips. He reached behind her and expertly unhooked her restraint on one pass. The unhinged bra fell slowly down her chest as Colin’s eyes grew wider, anticipating seeing the breasts he had for so long dreamed about. Her shiny blue straps prevented the bra from falling very far and Colin was left trying to get the whole contraption to disappear magically using only willpower from his mind.

  “I’m not sure what happened, is your bra broken?” Colin learned how to play her game.

  “Yeah, doesn’t work. I’ll put it over there to fix later.” Kerry grabbed her bra by its center, pulling it off of her arms and throwing it across the room. “We’re not doing anything wrong, I’m not going to sit here in a broken bra.”

  Colin had both of her perfect tits now bare in front of his face. They were so full and perky, better than he had imagined. Her nipples were pink, their areolas an ideal circumference. Colin couldn’t have found a complaint about her boobs even if his life had depended on it.

  Instead of pawing them as he had wanted to, Colin barely let his hands touch her breasts, keeping the smallest distance between letting their skin touch. The electricity across her tits sent shockwaves through her body and Kerry was now a bucking bronco on his hammer, begging to be fucked. Colin finally puckered his lips and approached her right breast, bringing his lips closer like a saxophone player about to wow an awaiting audience. His lips met her nipple with a guttural moan escaping Kerry. He applied pressure with his mouth and used his other hand to entertain the other nipple, letting Kerry’s sounds guide his movements. Her pussy was now riding him fiercely, her panties getting caught in the friction between them and causing a velcro-like noise where her small bit of stubble was.

  Kerry’s thighs clenched around Colin’s and she pulled his head into her body as hard as she could before releasing a shudder. Did she just cum? Kerry slowed her pussy down and draped her arms around her shoulders, removing her body from his and placing her forehead on his, looking his deep in the eyes as she struggled to catch her breath.

  “This is the best massage I’ve ever had,” she said between gasps of breath.

  “I’d love to experience that.” Later Colin thought of a million better lines he could’ve used in that moment but it had long since passed. Those were the words that came out of his mouth. But nonetheless, they proved to be productive. Kerry gave Colin a knowing smirk and began pulling away from him on the couch. She kissed his neck, his chest, his stomach before before pulling him lengthwise on the couch, backing herself further down to the other end.

  “It’s only fair that you get a massage too,” she said as she used a hand to search for the fly opening in his boxers. “But...you have to keep your underwear on.”

  Colin said nothing. Kerry fished into his boxer’s hole and wrapped her fingers around his thick, girthy cock. Exposing it to fresh air for the first time this evening, she held it in her hand so that she could marvel at it, stare at the penis she had dreamed of and thought of inside of her. Getting back to business, Kerry made eye contact with Colin and brought his purple headed warrior to her lips.

  The feeling of being introduced into the inside of Kerry’s warm mouth caused Colin’s eyes to roll back into his head. She took him in slowly, just his head, then a little bit of the shaft, a little bit more and so on until she had his whole meaty cock in her mouth. She was leaning forward, her full tits hanging off of her chest occasionally dragging across Colin’s legs and jiggling appropriately with each bob of her head. Her panty-clad ass hung like half a moon behind her, pointed up at the sky. Her pussy was waiting for her turn. Kerry steadied Colin’s cock with one hand and completely swallowed it with her mouth before removing it again. Her bobbing became more frequent and as Colin began to thrust his pelvis further into her mouth, she slowed down. A confused Colin gave her a pained look.

  “Wait,” was all she said as she positioned herself onto her back. Just in panties, her breasts barely lost any shape or perkiness as she laid down in front of him, presenting her body for his pleasure. Colin repositioned himself on his knees and placed his hands under the waistband of her panties, ready to pull down. Her hand reached down to stop him.

  “We have to keep our underwear on.”

  Colin took his exposed cock in his hand and placed it directly over her pussy, still clad in navy blue and white panties. This was beyond camel toe, the panties did little in the way of modesty as the outline of all of her folds were clearly evident, as was a wet spot that continued to grow in size before his eyes. As though he was controlling a tool and not his own appendage, Colin kept cock in hand and explored her slightly hidden pussy with his penis. Rubbing all over, from the top to the bottom, Colin had half a good mind to push through the panties in order to penetrate her. He had never felt a stronger desire to do anything else in his life.

  An epiphany hit Colin and using his free hand, he delicately placed his hand over her mound and slowly pulled her panties to the side. This loophole allowed her panties to be physically “on” but her soaking wet pussy exposed to the elements.

  Colin let his eyes get the first crack at things and he paused to examine what a perfect woman’s lady parts looked like. She was well maintained, a single row of hair escaped from her slit to travel slightly up her untanned mound towards her waist, stopping well short of where her panties’ waistline was. Using his middle finger to prepare her for insertion, Colin could see her feminine flower was uniform in color and life affirming pink on the inside. She was glistening from the wetness Colin’s finger became covered in.

  He brought his cockhead to the entrance of her lady tunnel, running it along the edges as a way to ask permission to enter. With no objection sounded, Colin brought his very thick cock to the soft point of weakness where he would make his entry. As his head locked onto her tight opening, she spoke.

  “Wait. Just the tip. We’re supposed to be behaving.”

  Why Kerry insisted on keeping up that ruse was beyond Colin but he would try to abide by her wishes, as odd as they were. Colin thrust slightly, testing the resistance her pussy would be providing. After them both rocking their pelvises in motion, the head finally breached, aided in large part by her wetness. The vice like grip her pussy had on his cockhead, combined with the warmth and wetness, gave Colin goosebumps and the inability to stop trying to push further. It was actually almost literally impossible. She was so wet that physics were taking over and guiding him in further and further.

  With each pump, he was introducing more of his shaft into her snatch but he made it gradual as not to upset her. He just couldn’t fuck her with only his head. It was evident that she was aware too as when he pulled about 3/4’s of his glistening cock out of her snapper, she opened her legs wider and pulled them up, holding her sock-clad ankles with her hands. Colin gave a full thrust, inserting all of himself into her causing Kerry to let out a very loud moan followed by two beautiful words. She grabbed Colin by the back of his neck, pulled him close and while staring deep into his eyes said “fuck me.”

  Not needed much else, Colin began to pump deep every time, met with ferocity by Kerry’s own hard thrusting pelvis. She placed one hand under her panties (which were still on) and began rubbing her clit furiously, in an effort to achieve climax as fast as possible. Every plunge by Colin’s massive cock caused her tits to leap up towards her face in excitement before falling back down. The motion of these two perfect breasts was hypnotic and Colin would keep this image in his mind’s eye for years to come.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes...” Kerry voiced her approval. They switched positions a few times. The guise of keeping everything innocent h
ad long since worn off. There was no undoing what was done so might as well enjoy it. And that they both did.

  They simply couldn’t get enough of each other, each poke of Colin’s rock hard manhood brought them closer together. It just wasn’t enough. They were clenching their bodies so close together in an attempt to become one.

  Soon Kerry was on her elbows and knees, her face biting the throw pillow from the couch, backing her core into Colin’s giving rod, over and over again. Colin reached one hand under to paw at her breast and his other hand on her hip, guiding her into him with force. Kerry froze up, surprising Colin, he thought something was wrong.

  “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Kerry exclaimed as Colin withdrew himself and backed away a little. Kerry flipped herself over and lay flat on her back, legs spread wide presenting her ever-hungry pink pussy for him.

  “I’m going to cum soon, I want to look at you when I do.”

  She wouldn’t get an objection from Colin. Just watching her breasts move and shake was enough to bring him right to the edge of climaxing, Her legs wide, both elevated, she reached out for Colin’s cock, not wasting any time. She scooted her ass forward to meet him halfway and placed the head of his member directly at the entrance of her soaking wet opening. He pushed towards her, she towards him and both were met with little resistance. Her vagina acted like memory foam, remembering the intricacies of Colin’s erection and welcoming him in like a key in a lock. As soon as he had slid all of the way into her slick softness, Kerry’s head fell limp in ecstasy.