Scoring Big

by Sterling, Rex

  “I never knew,” I said.

  “Now you do. So, what are you going to do about it?” Her eyes locked on my raging cock.

  My legs were pure butter, and I trundled toward her, steadying myself on the bulkhead. The sleep in my eyes vanished, along with my hangover. Adrenaline is an amazing drug. “Am I dreaming?”

  She laughed, and the sweet, lilting sound lit up my libido like a fireworks display. “Maybe. Should I wake you up?”

  “Better not,” I said. “I always wake up before the good part.” I stopped before her and Lindsay inched forward on my bed, leveling her gaze on my cock.

  “Is the good part when you come deep inside me?” she asked while she tugged away at my boxers.

  “That would be the good part.” My throat constricted and my legs trembled. Was this really happening? I had been asleep less than five minutes ago.

  She lowered my boxer briefs, and my massive, rock-hard cock sprang into view. “Wow.” She licked her lips and eyed my cock wantonly. “You’re packing some serious heat.”

  I gazed down the front of her shirt and eyed her deep cleavage. “It’s been a while.”

  She circled her warm fingers around my shaft and gazed up at me, raising an eyebrow. “How long, sugar?”

  I shuddered in ecstasy, and goosebumps flashed across my stomach and legs. “Way, way too long.”

  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock before swirling her tongue over my slit and lapping up an oozing bubble of pre-cum. “In that case, why don’t you finish in my mouth the first time. I want to enjoy the ride.”

  I stepped free of my boxers and gazed down at the sight playing out below, wondering how such a miracle had literally fallen in my lap. But I wasn’t about to stop and ask questions. Instead, I rested my hands on Lindsay’s shoulders and shuddered with unbridled ecstasy.

  She slipped my cock between her lips and suctioned my tip while she worked the flat of her warm, slippery tongue over my glans, driving me crazy.

  Her lips, mouth and tongue were everywhere all at once. The nerve endings in my cock rippled with undulating waves of mind-blowing sensation, and my toes curled involuntarily. I groaned and sucked in a sharp breath, savoring the warm ribbons of pure pleasure spreading up and down my shaft.

  Lindsay guided my tip over the back of her tongue and wrapped her lips tight around my throbbing shaft, bobbing up and down as she stroked the base of my cock with her supple fingers. Her tits jiggled and swayed inside her tight top, and she let out breathless moans before she came up for air. “Your cock tastes like a sugar stick,” she said in her syrupy sweet southern drawl. With her tongue swirling over my tip, she gazed up at me, locking me up with those mesmerizing green eyes.

  “Maybe you should take it with your morning coffee?” I suggested, causing Lindsay to giggle before she returned to worshipping my cock.

  With a vigor that bordered on wild enthusiasm, she practically inhaled my cock, slurping and sliding her way up and down. My tip entered the back of her throat and she gagged while the slippery warm tightness circled my tip like a collar.

  I moaned louder, bucking my hips, face fucking the Marilyn lookalike while my head flashed red with warning signs. Her succulent pink lips ravaged my cock, trailing strings of saliva that glistened like a half-sucked lollipop. My toes tingled, and I slid my fingers through her hair, forcing her mouth deeper on my cock.

  Lindsay continued sucking and licking, as if lost in a world all her own. The sloshing and slurping sounds gave way to soft gags while saliva brimmed her parted lips. She took my cock deep, gripping my ass in her hands and digging in with her fingertips, giving it all she had.

  The sensation overwhelmed me. My cock twitched and my orgasm hit me like a pickup truck. “I’m coming,” I groaned and thrust my hips forward, holding my cock in her mouth while hot rivulets of sticky cum rushed from my cock and blasted the back of Lindsay’s throat.

  Lindsay didn’t miss a beat, sucking and slurping, taking in every drop as my cock spasmed and spurted, filling her mouth with a full tank of my slippery seed.

  I moaned as my climax swept over me and I came down the other side, letting out deep, heaving breaths. My cock ticked in her mouth with the aftershocks.

  Lindsay worked her tongue over my shaft, sliding up and down before she came off with a loud cheery popping sound, leaving my cock whistle clean. She gazed up at me, her eyes wide with innocence, and held open her mouth before me proudly showing off her work.

  My cum pooled atop her tongue, pearly white, and seemed to float inside her pretty mouth. She smiled at me sweetly, pulled her tongue back in her mouth and swallowed my load whole, her eyes never leaving mine. “Your cum is as sweet as your cock. Well, it’s sweet and salty.”

  I sucked in quick breaths, while relief flooded through my body. I released months of built-up sexual frustration inside my dad’s ex-wife, which was a story I might have to take to my grave. “Thanks, Lindsay. I needed that.”

  “I could tell.” She pushed herself off the bed and stood. “Your cock was twitching in my mouth like a Mexican jumping bean.” She giggled again. “You’re really into me, aren’t you?” She raised an appraising eyebrow while, in one quick motion, she pulled her t-shirt over her head.

  The move caught me off-guard, and I took a step back and watched her bra-clad tits jiggle and shake. “According to you, that’s no secret.”

  “True,” she said. “But you don’t know how many times I peeped at you while you were showering. Does that make me a terrible mom?” She laughed sweetly and reached behind her back before unclasping her bra.

  My brain appraised the rapidly developing situation unfolding before me and notified my cock to man the cannons. Despite having just blown a massive load in Lindsay’s mouth, blood rushed to my cock, and it quickly swelled, stiffening to full mast. “You’re the best mom a guy could ever ask for,” I said, licking my lips and watching her bra cups slide away from her incredible mounds. I also noticed something I hadn’t seen before. It was a tattoo that started on Lindsay’s side and disappeared inside her shorts.

  The tattoo flowed down her side, made up of a field of orchids, roses, lilies, and tulips with shifting greenery intermingled. It was a stunning piece, and I was sure I would’ve remembered it.

  “Where did you get that?” I asked, pointing to the tattoo.

  Lindsay pinned her bra to her tits and gazed down at her side. “Your dad started it,” she said. “Jessie finished it.”

  “It’s beautiful,” I said. “Is it the same Jessie who Butch taught?”

  “That’s her,” Lindsay said. “She’s booked out solid for an entire year, but ownership has its perks.”

  I turned my gaze from the tattoo to her tits and reached for her bra. “I’ve waited fourteen years to see these beauties.”

  “I hope you’re not disappointed,” she said as I pulled the bra away and she studied the reaction on my face.

  She had no reason to worry. Her big natural D-cups jiggled and bounced the way only real boobs can. They were high and firm and had the look of a woman who had fully grown into her body and knew how to take care of them. Her flat pink areolas were roughly the size of a half-dollar, and her nipples were stiff and swollen and thickening by the second.

  “Good, God,” I said before my jaw dropped. I squeezed her tits together, tweaking her nipples between my fingers while I kneaded them gently in my hands. “They’re beautiful.”

  She bit her lower lip and flashed me a nervous smile. “You have a nice touch.” Lindsay unbuttoned her shorts and wriggled them over her hips. “I’ll show you the rest of my tattoo.”

  I released her majestic tits, gleefully watching them bounce until they found their equilibrium, then stepped back, savoring the view of Lindsay stripping down.

  She pushed her tight white shorts over her hips until they dropped and pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of her shorts and stood before me wearing a white silk G-string. The thin strips of material connecting the
front and back settled high on her hips, revealing the entirety of her stunning floral tattoo.

  The tattoo that started on the side of her body extended over her hip and widened, covering most of her right ass cheek before tapering and ending near the top of her leg. The thickest part of the design was a swirl of vivid color featuring an exotic iris, a pink rose in full bloom, and a deep purple star gazer.

  “Wow,” I said. “That’s incredible.”

  “Butch did the part here on my ass,” Lindsay said, turning her cheek to show me her full, heart-shaped ass. She had thick, powerful legs without an ounce of fat that gave way to round hips and a thin waist that completed a perfect hourglass.

  My cock twitched, jumping from side-to-side, rock hard and eager for action. Her body was incredible — every curve rounded to perfection. Her stomach was flat and toned, her pussy mound perfectly shaped. “Mother of God,” I whispered under my breath.

  Lindsay dropped her gaze to my cock and licked her lips. “Looks like someone has reloaded the pistol.”

  “You’re like sexual crack,” I said as I let my gaze roam over her naked body. “And I need another hit.”

  She giggled and slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her panties. “Good. Because I’m so horny right now. I had a vivid dream of riding your cock, and I woke up right before I came. I was soaking wet, and I needed you… bad.” She lowered her panties, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy, her pink lips bulging from her tight slit. Her pussy glistened with her juices, and she curled her hands over tits, mashing them together as she tweaked her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

  I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her thin waist, and cupped her ass, gently squeezing her cheeks while I lowered my mouth to meet hers. Our tongues flashed together, and Lindsay’s hands were all over me.

  She squeezed my ass and roamed her way up my back before sliding her fingers through my hair and moaning softly into my mouth. Her tongue probed deep inside my mouth, swishing and licking, sucking, and kissing. She was insatiable, uncorking a decade of pent-up lust.

  My cock twitched, sliding across her stomach, while her hard nipples raked my chest. She tasted sweet and minty, and I explored her mouth, swirling my tongue over hers while I filled my hands with her soft, thick ass flesh.

  She broke off our kiss and gazed up at me, her eyes hungry. “I want you, Trap. Right now.” She pushed me back onto the bed and shoved me down.

  I collapsed onto my unmade bed before my head hit my pillows. My cock towered above my body, swaying from side to side as Lindsay crawled onto the bed after me.

  “I’m on the pill,” she said. “You can come on me wherever you want, inside or out. I’m sort of a cum slut.” She straddled me and leaned forward, grabbing hold of my fat cock while she came down for one last tongue-fueled kiss.

  Her lips were tender and sweet, her tongue urgent and probing. She found my cock with her warm hand and squeezed my cock before dragging my tip into the warm, wet softness of her angelic pussy. I cupped Lindsay’s tits in my hands, kneading them in my palms, savoring the feeling of her flesh bulging through my spread-open fingers.

  Her nipples hardened against my palm, and she broke our kiss before easing back and sliding my cock inside her. Lindsay let out a shuddering moan, and goosebumps flashed across her tits and chest. Her nipples turned rock hard, and she leaned forward, digging her fingers into my heavily muscled chest and closed her eyes as if savoring every sensation.

  My head flashed with waves of pure bliss and my cock throbbed inside her milky warm cocoon. Her pussy writhed around my cock, squeezing and flexing, curling my toes and leaving my legs weak and rubbery. I turned my gaze up on the golden-haired goddess and watched as she moved her hips, working my thick man muscle deep inside a pussy I had only dreamed about.

  “Baby, you’re huge,” she said, struggling for breath. “We’re going to do this a lot more often.” She ground her hips, fucking me slow and deep, twerking her hips as she dragged her pussy up and down my stiff cock. Lindsay nestled her knees up against the sides of my body and curled her toes under my ass.

  I slid my hands along her upper thigh and lifted myself high enough off the bed to suck on one of her hard nipples between my lips. I worked my hips, slowly fucking Lindsay while I sucked on her nipple, swirling my tongue over tender flesh.

  Lindsay wrapped her arms around my head, drawing me into her ample bosom while she ran her fingers through my shaggy dark hair. She undulated her hips, fucking me faster while the bedsprings squeaked beneath us in sharp protest.

  I dropped back on the bed and squeezed her tits while I thrust upward, driving deep inside her, harder and faster. I sank into her pussy again and again, savoring the soft clap of our bodies as my box springs sang its sweet song.

  Lindsay dropped her head back over her shoulders and moaned while ribbons of her golden locks cascaded over her neck and forehead. She pulled loose the clip securing her hair and let it float freely over her shoulders while her soft moans turned into sharp grunts interrupted by my hammering thrusts.

  I released her tits and turned my gaze on her pussy, where I watched my cock slide in and out of a fantasy girl I had considered forever out of reach. Her tattoo moved with her body, and her hips jiggled while she bounced off my thighs like a pogo stick at full tilt.

  Lindsay’s tits swayed, gently slapping together, moving in tight circles high on her chest. She parted her lips and gazed down at me, her eyes filled with unchecked lust. She leaned forward and pressed her hands flat against my chest. “I’m almost there,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t stop, Trap.” She arched her back and fucked me faster, thrusting her tits inches from my face where they blurred with our relentless fucking and the entire boat seemed to toss from side to side.

  Her pussy spasmed around my cock, flexing and squeezing while the heat and friction from our sex built to the boiling point. My head swam in the hazy murk of orgasm number two, coming at me like a punch-drunk boxer.

  Lindsay let out a shuddering groan and dug her fingertips hard into my chest. She gasped and her body tremored, sending her tits into a jiggling fit that left me spellbound. “Oh, Trap.” She arched her back and tossed her head over her shoulders while her blonde hair flew about wildly. “Fuck. Baby, I’m coming.” She gasped, inhaling sharp breaths as she rocked on my cock and moaned.

  Her pussy clamped down on my manhood, leaving me reeling in a fit of spasms. “Me too,” I growled and grabbed hold of her hips, locking them down while I thrust upward, grunting before I unloaded a seismic blast deep inside my father’s ex-wife. I spurted thick ropes of sticky cum, and my head flashed, dizzy with spent lust. I unleashed a primal moan, spurting molten waves of fiery hot jizz. Again and again, I came, gushing inside her while I kneaded her thick ass cheeks in my palms, driving my cock in to the hilt.

  Lindsay fell forward, collapsing on top of me while she sucked in short cleansing breaths. Her tits bulged out from either side of my chest, and her pussy spasmed while she milked my twitching cock.

  As my climax faded, I wrapped my arms around the smoking hot MILF and squeezed her ass, grinding the last dribbles of cum inside her. “That’s a hell of a way to start the day,” I said.

  Lindsay giggled and propped herself up, placing her elbows on my chest. “Maybe we can start a lot more days like that?”

  I pulled her into a short, passionate kiss and let out a contented sigh. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Lindsay Monroe.”

  Lindsay gazed into my eyes and absently traced a pattern on my chest with her finger. “Trap, are you really hunting Butch’s treasure?” She asked me with an accent so sweet it could cause diabetes.

  I thought I could trust Lindsay. She had never done me a day wrong in my life, but there was no need to volunteer information she didn’t need. “What if I am?”

  She searched my face, kissed me softly, and pushed a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. “Promise me you won’t let it destroy you the way it did to Butch?” She waited
expectantly as her big green eyes soaked me in.

  “I promise,” I said, frowning. “Where’s this coming from?”

  She shrugged and let out a little sigh. “It’s just… what if I told you, I may have stumbled on a clue?”

  Chapter 8

  Rita’s Diner had the best biscuits and gravy in Miami. Hell, they had the best of everything for breakfast, especially coffee. I treated Lindsay to breakfast at Rita’s where she promptly ordered a fruit bowl and a side of toast, no doubt angering the breakfast diner gods.

  While we waited for our food, I sipped on my coffee and broached the subject of the treasure. “Lindsay, if this clue of yours is about the Lady Dancer, I’ll be honest. We found it yesterday right where Butch predicted.”

  Lindsay dipped her tea bag into the hot mug of water, letting it soak before she gazed at me nervously. She stole a glance over her shoulder, as if to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. “I’m happy for you, sugar.” She let out a long sigh. “In fact, it makes all the years that Butch put into that wreck worth it. I don’t even want to know what you found. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

  That set me back. I sat up straight and stared at her, confused. “I’m listening.”

  She leaned in close and whispered. “I think Butch knew a lot more about that treasure then he let on.”

  That really caught by surprise. I knew everything there was to know about my father, including every intricate detail involving his life’s work. Hell, I had worked side by side with the man since as early as I could remember. As far as the Aztec treasure went, I knew what he knew, or so I thought. “Why do you say that?”

  She frowned and reached into her purse, pulling out a worn notebook. She held it close to her chest and once again checked the room before she set it gently on the tabletop and pushed it toward me. “I was going through some old boxes of Butch’s from way back. I figured it was time to put the past behind me once and for all. That’s when I found this journal buried at the bottom of a box in the back of my closet.”