And I began to explode.
As my pussy started to contract heavily, I felt it.
From deep within my soul, it wanted out. To be released. I began to climax heavily, my entire body convulsing and tingling. With my eyes closed and my mind as focused as I could make it, I bit my lower lip and hoped for the best.
“This big fat cock is gonna ruin’ you, girl…” he growled into my ear.
He was right. Incapable of responding, I attempted unsuccessfully to open my eyes. As I began to nod my head, his thickness filed me repeatedly.
“Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” he screamed as he bucked his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock dancing along my g-spot with each inner thrust.
My body shattered into a million sexual pieces all over the kitchen with the last stroke. Although I initially didn’t realize I was doing so, after a few seconds I heard myself screaming. I finally regained control over myself, attempted to bite my lower lip, and the screaming stopped.
At that instant I realized he wasn’t even close to being done.
“My fucking pussy,” he grunted as he thrust himself into me again.
Yes yours.
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…” he shouted as his cock continued to take ownership of what was already rightfully his.
And his already thick cock began to swell to twice its girth.
My body convulsed into an orgasm completely capable of causing world peace, ending a holy war, or turning water into wine.
And he exploded inside of me.
As I shook and blubbered like a mental patient, I felt as if my mind had turned to jello. I knew very little for certain.
But I knew one thing.
Once a girl gets fucked right, there isn’t any turning back.
She’s ruined.
KAT
Predicting my former boyfriend Kyle’s sexual actions was easy. He’d climb on me, fuck me, and climb off. From time to time, he’d demand I suck his dick, and he’d hold my head with his hands while I did so, making sure to make me as uncomfortable as possible during the entire process. Predicting what Biscuit was going to do, however, seemed to be nothing short of impossible.
The long list of sexual offerings Biscuit chose from seemed to be very vast, and to be brutally honest, as far as I was concerned I never wanted to be fucked in a bed or in the missionary position again as long as I lived.
“Get up here and sit on my face,” he said as he bent over backwards and rested his shoulders and the back of his head on the table.
The deck off of the apartment jutted out to the side, and hung from the exterior wall for all the world to see. Every apartment in the building had a similar deck, and they were situated directly above, below, and beside each other. Mine was approximately eight feet by eight feet, and was just large enough for the small glass table and four chairs I had positioned on it for sitting and enjoying the evening air or having a drink.
As much as I wanted to do what he asked of me, the flimsy table, at least in my opinion, wasn’t suitable for both of us to be fucking on.
“I think it might collapse,” I shrugged.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he chuckled as he rolled onto his side and stood.
He turned toward the table and began inspecting the legs, upper portion, and the surface of the glass.
“Get this fucker at Home Depot?” he asked as he examined the table.
“Wow. As a matter of fact we did,” I responded.
“Well, it’ll do just fine,” he sighed, “Toad’s got one just like it at his place on the back deck, and I stood on the bastard one Sunday and told a story. Motherfucker never collapsed on me, so it ain’t gonna collapse here.”
“Now ride my fuckin’ face,” he said as he lowered himself onto the table again.
“But, we’re outside,” I explained as I peered over the edge of the deck to the deck beside us which was not more than ten feet away.
I glanced to my left, toward my other neighbor’s deck which was the same distance away.
“I don’t give a fuck. It’s seventy-five out here, and about ninety god damned degrees in your apartment. I been ridin’ all day, I’m hot, and it’s fuckin’ midnight. Grind that sweet little pussy on my beard, I ain’t gonna ask ya again. Now get to work,” he said in a demanding tone.
I glanced over my left shoulder, and then turned to my right. All of the decks I could see in both directions were empty, which wasn’t surprising. It was almost one o’clock in the morning. Somewhat reluctantly, I unbuttoned my shorts, pulled them down past my thighs, and kicked them to the side. After pulling off my panties and tossing them on top of my shorts, I walked toward the table and peered down at Biscuit.
Lying there on his back with his face pointed straight up at the sky, he grinned and stuck out his tongue.
“Just sit down here like you’re gettin’ on a chair,” he said as he closed his eyes and patted his hand against his beard.
“This seems weird,” I sighed as I glanced out at the pond situated directly behind the deck.
“Don’t seem weird to me. Eatin’ pussy is damned sure more natural than eatin’ a fuckin’ hamburger,” he said flatly.
“Fuck my beard, Kat,” he sighed.
As if I had no choice, and feeling no differently, I backed up to the table, straddled his chest, and squatted down on his face. As my butt cheeks rested against his face, he reached up and shifted me slightly, then shoved his tongue against my pussy.
As soon as I felt the tip of it against my swollen mound, I spread my legs slightly and relaxed.
Oh dear God.
His tongue pressed deeper and deeper, finally reaching the sweetest of spots. The tip of his tongue tickled my g-spot while the girth of it satisfied my pussy like no vibrator or dildo ever could. Somewhat nervous at first, ten seconds of his torturous tongue caused me to forget everything but being satisfied by his ability to please me orally.
As I exhaled and arched my back, I peered up at the clear star filled sky. His tongue repeatedly searched inside of me for a place to tease as I held my breath, bit my lip, and prayed to last another thirty seconds before I reached climax. The build up to the orgasm was almost more enjoyable than the orgasm itself, but so far about ninety seconds was my record on orgasm denial.
Being quiet during climax had never been one of my strengths, nor had prolonging the build-up. When it was time to have an orgasm, I had no control. The two sexual assurances in life, for me anyway, were that I was going to have the orgasm when the time came, and I was going to be vocal about it.
As Biscuit began to moan into my thighs, his tongue danced in and out of my now soaking wet pussy. Just to solidify my place on the night’s orgasmic calendar, I reached down and began to play with my clit. Five or so seconds later, I felt my body began to reach the brink.
It was all but over.
“Oh holy fuck…” I moaned.
He began to moan more aggressively into my thighs. His beard against my inner thighs caused me to tingle all over as he forced his tongue in and out of my pussy.
“Jesus Biscuit…Jesus…I…” I wailed as I closed my eyes.
He pressed his tongue deep, held it there, and began some new procedure on my g-spot. Instead of flicking the tip of his tongue against it once and retracting it, he now held his tongue in place, and flicked the tip of his tongue against my sensitive g-spot over and over. I opened my eyes and stared up at the sky as my body convulsed and my toes began to curl.
“Holy…shit…” I squealed as I heard the table creak beneath our weight.
My pussy began to tingle from the inside out, and my mind went blank. When I came back to my senses, my entire body felt as if it was on fire, and I was standing beside the table wide-eyed with my hands raised to my mouth.
“What the fuck did you get up for?” he asked as he stood.
“What the fuck just happened?” I asked.
“Well, I was doing the flicker and you screamed, came all ov
er my face, and jumped up,” he said as he wiped his beard with his hand.
“The what?” I muttered.
As if I was some inexperienced sexual idiot, he raised one eyebrow, turned up his palms, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“The flicker. It’s when I hold my in tongue deep and tease your g-spot. You like it?” he asked.
“Uhhm, yeah. That’s an understatement,” I murmured.
“Well, we better keep at it before your pussy goes all back to normal,” he said as he reached for his belt.
I was still floating round somewhere in the star-filled sky as I watched him remove his boots, jeans, boxer shorts, and shirt. Now standing at the edge of the deck naked as the day he was born, I stared at him realizing it was the first time I had actually studied him while he was fully naked. Covered in tattoos and muscles, his cock hung between his legs like another limb altogether.
“Come here and give me a hug. And take that shirt off, I wanna see those big titties,” he said flatly.
“Huh? A hug?” I asked.
“Yeah, a fuckin’ hug,” he responded.
I pulled off my shirt and removed my bra. Somewhat self-conscious about my large breasts, I crossed my arms over my chest as I approached him, unfolding them as I stepped in front of him. As my arms wrapped around his upper body, he reached down and lifted me from my feet.
With his hands against my ass, and his forearms along my thighs, he held me above the floor in his arms. Slowly, he began to lower me slightly as he released my left leg and obviously guided his cock into my throbbing and overly anxious pussy.
As I felt his cock penetrate me, I gasped in slight shock. In this position, it felt huge. With each additional inch of his girth inside of me, my eyes widened slightly in disbelief. When he was finally all the way in, I felt as if the tip of his dick was in my chest.
“Holy shit…this…feels….weird,” I stammered.
“You’ll get used to it,” he said with a nod.
“Ready?” he asked.
Eager to have him fuck me senseless, I nodded my head and bit my lip.
Holding me in his arms and moving me up and down as if I were a rag doll, he began to raise and lower me onto his stiff cock. To ease the process and minimize the pain, I spread my legs wide and extended them beyond his hips.
With his massive hands cupping my ass, he began to thrust his hips up and down, pressing his upper thighs against my butt cheeks. The sound of skin on skin echoing into the night was almost as big of a turn on as him fuckin me on the deck.
“Who’s little pussy am I fuckin’, Kat?” he asked as he pounded himself in and out of my dripping wet pussy.
“Yours,” I whimpered.
And, as much as he’d never admit it, my pussy was just that.
His.
“Stick those big titties in my face,” he said as he lowered his chin.
I reached up with one hand and raised my right boob. Immediately, he bit into my nipple, and began nibbling on it was he continued to fuck me hard. His cock now sliding in and out with ease, and my nipple between his teeth, he pulled my ass cheeks wider as he thrust his hips up and down with perfect rhythm.
I could feel myself running down my leg as the cool night breeze blew across the deck. I closed my eyes and focused on the tingling feeling that was running violently between my nipple and my pussy. Within a few seconds, I felt my inner lady bits start to tingle, and I knew it was all but over.
“You better scream when you have that orgasm,” he grunted as he released my nipple from his teeth.
I nodded my head and opened my eyes.
“You like that big cock?” he asked.
I nodded my head and grunted.
He pressed his face against mine and bit my earlobe as he stuffed me full of cock.
“You’re a cock hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” he breathed into my ear.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Scream it,” he demanded.
“I uhhm…I’m a…cock hungry…little…”
“Bitch…” I cried.
“Scream it!” he demanded as he pulled his hips rearward and held them there.
I arched my back, stared up at the sky, and screamed at the top of my lungs, “I’m a cock hungry little bitch!”
He released me from his grasp, lowered me to the floor, and spun me in a half circle in one fluid motion. Now facing the table and slightly confused, I felt his hand against my upper back.
As I bent over onto the table, I felt his cock slide easily into my wet willing mound.
And. He. Began. To. Fuck. Me. To. Death.
His hips slapping against my ass, and his balls beating a tune against my clit, I bit my lip and pressed my chest into the cold glass. The sound and smell in the air was nothing but sex. His hand slapped against my right butt cheek, and it was all I needed. Immediately, my body began to convulse, and my pussy began to contract around his swollen cock.
“You like it when I slap that ass?” he bellowed.
“God yes!” I blurted. “Slap it again.”
His hand came down with tremendous force, forcing me slightly to the side.
“Oh…holy…”
My mouth opened wide, and my mind wanted to scream. My voice, however, went silent and my throat emitted nothing but a little squeak. As he continued to pound himself in and out of my aching pussy, I had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Almost to a point of passing out, I felt his cock begin to swell.
“Oh god, do it. Come in me,” I begged.
And he did.
As he erupted into me, I had another orgasm - a long, steady, inner orgasm that lasted for thirty seconds. Not only did it cause my ears to ring, it made my eyesight go black for a few seconds. As he held his cock deep in me and didn’t move, I felt it slowly going limp.
It was over.
The smell of the sweet summer air filled my nostrils as the cool breeze blew against my soaking wet inner thighs.
After a few minutes of silence, I exhaled and stood.
I glanced in his direction and smiled.
“We’re just fucking, right?” I asked.
“Yep,” he responded as he glanced down at his bare feet. .
“And as long as I don’t get attached, you’ll keep fucking me, right?” I shrugged.
He glanced upward and nodded his head once, “Yep.”
“I fucking hate you,” I chuckled.
Nothing could be further from the truth, but for the sake of my sexual sanity, I figured I could play the game.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he grinned.
Well then, I’ll keep lying.
BISCUIT
After a twenty minute wait for him to arrive, my boredom had peaked at an all-time high and I was ready to tell the zit-faced bartender to get her ass out of my house and go home. My promise of providing Corn Dog a piece twenty year old submissive pussy was the only thing that prevented me from doing just that. As I stood and watched her standing naked on the stool while we waited for him to arrive, I realized there was nothing even remotely attractive to me about her.
Now watching from the edge of the living room as Corn Dog tried to orchestrate the fiasco, I couldn’t help but find humor in the ordeal, but felt no desire to involve myself in any way. My mind continued to fade to thoughts of Kat, wondering how she was doing after the run-in with her former boyfriend. Attempting to rid my mind of any outside influences so I would be able to enjoy the show, I turned down the music, peered through the doorway, and into the kitchen.
To satisfy my request – and more than likely his desire to have a threesome – Corn Dog arrived with an overly eager attitude and an additional female, Sloan. Sloan was Avery’s best friend at one point in time, but as Avery’s interest in Axton became apparent, Sloan didn’t respect her or the developing relationship. Avery and Sloan lived together at the time, and Sloan’s slutty attitude around Axton finally ground on Avery’s last nerve. The friendship soon dissolved, leaving Sloan alone and d
esiring a boyfriend who resembled Axton.
Toad, the MC’s former Marine and Sergeant-at-Arms stepped in, fucked Sloan a few times, and found her to be a very willing – but extremely annoying – sexual partner. One day, after wrapping Sloan’s head in Saran Wrap and fucking her until she was damned near suffocated, Toad lost interest in her, and simply dropped her off at Corn Dog’s house.
Sloan, being the true slut she was, didn’t seem to care who she was with, only that the person was a biker, and he was willing to fuck. Corn Dog, having just been released from prison, was more than willing to put up with Sloan’s annoying personality as long she was willing to satisfy him sexually. After Toad introduced them to one another they had been inseparable.
Corn Dog stood on the stool I had provided Cassie. In front of him lying on her back, was Sloan. Her head - in an almost upside down position - dangled from the end of the countertop. As Corn Dog slowly and steadily pumped her mouth full of his schlong, saliva ran from her mouth, down to her nose, and along her forehead. Cassie stood the other end of the island with her face buried in Sloan’s lap, and was at least attempting to eat Sloan out. As Corn Dog continued to pummel Sloan’s throat, he craned his neck toward Cassie and sighed heavily.
“God fucking damn,” Corn Dog whined as he pulled his cock free of Sloan’s mouth.
“What?” Sloan responded as she wiped the slobber from her face and forehead.
He waved his hand toward Sloan and leaned to the side, “Hey. Whatever your fucking name is, come here.”
Cassie raised her head, stood, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She lowered her shoulders in apparent shame as she shuffled toward the end of the island.
“Yeah,” she sighed as she sauntered toward him.
“You eat pussy about like I eat escargot. Is there a fucking problem?” he asked as she approached.
“I…I uhhm…it seems weird. I’ll do it if you want me to, it’s just…” she stammered.
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