One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One

by Veronica Tower

  John dropped her unceremoniously on the floor, then twisted back to slam the door. He was still so damned worried about his neighbors, but it didn't matter now. She had won.

  Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Lisa swallowed the head of John's incredible penis. It tasted salty with pre-cum and felt steel-cable hard.

  She had him! Now she could rock his world.

  John's fingers tangled in her hair and gripped her head with both hands. His low moan filled the room. Lisa bobbed up, letting her teeth scrape the purple head of his dick, then drove back down again. She could only take a few inches, but she pumped the shaft with her dark right hand in time with her mouth's movements.

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  John groaned again. He was getting close. She could feel the cum building in his shaft.

  "No!"

  Lisa felt John's hands slide beneath her armpits and haul her up to his face. Her mouth sprang free of his cock with a soft popping noise. Her hand lost its grip on his penis.

  "What's wrong?" she asked, worried as he crushed her back against the wall. His right hand squeezed her ass. His left crushed her breast.

  "Nothing!" he gasped between kisses. "I'm not ready to come yet."

  She tried to keep her mouth free of his. "You're going to climax more than once!"

  "I know," John agreed. "But I have a simple rule. I'm not going to come all over you until I can see your tits and pussy."

  Lisa bit his ear lobe. "You think it's up to you?"

  John started pulling at the buttons of her blouse.

  Lisa grabbed hold of his cock again. She loved to play. "Is it a race then?"

  Lisa began to pump her hand on John's shaft. He was very long—seven or eight inches—and his thickness completely filled her hand.

  John groaned, letting her know how close she was to winning. The distraction of her hand already made it difficult for him to manage the buttons and it would get harder as she brought him closer to the brink.

  John gave up and tore the shirt apart. Buttons popped into the air as the front of Lisa's shirt ripped open between them.

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  Her white lacey bra sprang into full view, still covering her straining breasts.

  "Oh, God," John gasped. His hands cupped her breasts. His thumbs slid beneath the under-wire to touch her bare flesh. "I have wanted to see these since the first moment you leaned toward me in the lab."

  Lisa pumped faster, furiously pushing him toward orgasm.

  Sweat beaded on John's face. His hands trembled against her skin. His thumbs pulled the cups of her bra up and over Lisa's breasts, freeing her pert brown nipples to the open air.

  John's quivering white hands grasped each breast, thumb and forefinger squeezing each thick nipple. "Oh, God!" he said again. Then his back arched tight, thrusting his cock higher in Lisa's hand, and ivory white semen spurted high between them.

  "Oh God!" He whispered a third time, eyes closed in ecstasy as his body spasmed out of control.

  Lisa kept pumping, her dark flesh sheathing his meat.

  John's cock spurted like a fountain! She'd seen this happen in porn, but never thought to experience it in real life. His cum spattered across her body—neck, breasts, bra, blouse and stomach.

  John gave up on his efforts to keep Lisa's breasts in his hands and collapsed against her. His whole body kept shaking, long rhythmic shudders that intensified about every third stroke she made with her hand.

  His cock kept coming—albeit, much less forcefully than at first. The more he came, the tighter he squeezed her against him, as if he could pull her inside of his body.

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  Lisa's own heart pounded so loudly that it was a while before she realized he was whispering her name. "Oh Lisa, oh Lisa, oh Lisa, I never dreamed anyone could do this to me."

  She held him tight with her left arm, continuing to milk him with her right. Even now seminal fluid oozed out of his dick and spilled over her hand. It seemed to have no end.

  As she continued to stroke him, John gradually regained his control. His trembling subsided, but his cock did not grow soft. He took a deep breath and tried to ease his embrace, but Lisa didn't let go of him. Sticky white semen slid down her dark flesh, staining her clothes, and even mingling with the links of her silver necklace.

  John looked too winded to be smiling, but he gamely gave it a try. "Payback is a bitch," he told her. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room to the sofa.

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  John gently set Lisa down so that her back and head rested in the corner of the couch and her legs sprawled out over the floor. He paused to look her over. She was too gorgeous and sexy to be real. Her ripped shirt sprawled to either side of her body. Her lacy bra remained twisted up above her breasts, baring her dark swollen nipples. Smears of cum stained her left aureole, not to mention the flesh of her neck, belly and hand.

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  Lisa stared back at him, a knowing smile pulling at her pert brown lips. He knelt down beside her and gently brushed the hair away from her face. She had cum there too. He couldn't believe he had ejaculated like that. "I think I ruined your shirt," he told her.

  "That's okay. I think I ruined your tie."

  John looked down and saw unintended smears of milky white semen added to the patterns on his tie. Jerry Garcia might approve, but the corporate world would not. "It's okay," he told Lisa. "Believe me, it was worth it." He reached up to remove it from around his neck.

  "Let me help you with that." Lisa propped herself up into a sitting position and began to loosen John's tie. He took advantage of the opportunity to tweak her nipple, making her laugh and fall back on the couch, pulling John after her.

  John kissed Lisa, long and deep, and came up for air still smiling. "Wait right there," he told her, but instead of getting up he shifted his attention, bringing his lips down to Lisa's right aureole and gently kissing his way around the puckered border with the rest of her breast. The short hairs of his beard sent tingles of electricity through her flesh every time they touched her. When John realized this was happening, he tilted his face to brush the nipple directly with his beard.

  Lisa sighed in ecstasy.

  John slid further down her body.

  Pulling the tie off of his neck, he wiped at his cum on her belly, kissing his way toward her skirt. The tie didn't work very well and he discarded it. When he reached Lisa's navel, 34

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  he fucked it with his tongue, darting in and out with delicate fluttering strokes, before kissing his way further down.

  Lisa's skirt proved to be a logistical challenge. Like most men, John didn't really know how skirts worked. He fumbled blindly for a few moments before Lisa laughed and took pity on him. She lifted her ass so she could unfasten the hook and zipper concealed behind her.

  John took advantage of the moment to quickly unbutton his shirt. He pulled it and his t-shirt off. A quick kick with each heel got rid of the shoes and the pants followed quickly after them.

  Lisa's skirt came free in one smooth motion, leaving her exposed in her pantyhose. John didn't like pantyhose. They were far too encompassing to give him the access he desired, so without hesitation he pulled them off as well. He had a little trouble getting them past the anklet so he ended up removing it, pulling the panty hose free of Lisa's foot, and then carefully reattaching the bracelet around her leg. He took advantage of the opportunity to fulfill an earlier desire, kissing Lisa's ankle and calf before working his way up to her thighs.

  Now only in her gray silk panties, the cool apartment air caressed Lisa's newly exposed thighs. She lifted her ass so he could remove those too but he ignored the invitation. In
stead, John leaned close and blew gently on Lisa's wet thighs. She stirred, moaned in response, and spread her legs wider for him. Encouraged, John placed his hands on both knees and gently pressed for even greater access. He rubbed his short chin whiskers against her soft moist flesh.

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  His cock began to thicken again and its movement against Lisa's leg attracted her attention.

  "I didn't think men came like that except in movies," Lisa told him.

  John kissed her right thigh about four inches south of her panties. "I claim no credit," he told her. "If I were twenty I could, but thirty-seven year old men do not shoot cum across the room. We dribble."

  Lisa started to giggle so John bit her gently where the panty touched her legs.

  Lisa yelped and slapped at him. "You did not dribble."

  John rubbed his cheek against her panties, feeling the wetness on his face. "My point exactly. You're responsible.

  Look, if I can't shoot cum when I masturbate, it only stands to reason that I hit the ceiling tonight because you are one incredibly hot and sexy babe."

  He inserted his little finger beneath the silk and lifted, blowing softly inside across Lisa's lips.

  She squirmed in delight. "I don't think I'm a babe."

  John pulled her panties firmly out of the way, exposing for the first time a view of her glistening dark lips and a thin thatch of trim hair. John looked back up at her mostly naked, cum-stained body, letting her see him evaluating her. Her swollen nipples pointed toward the ceiling. Her awesome upper lips parted gently to help her breathe. "Lisa, you've got more call to the title babe then all the porn stars in Hollywood."

  He flattened his tongue and licked the length of her lower lips, stopping just shy of her clitoris. Lisa arched her back 36

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  with pleasure, pushing her pussy more firmly against his mouth.

  John grasped Lisa's panties firmly and slid the gray silk down over her ass. He pushed her legs together and up toward Lisa's head. Then he slid the panties up to her ankles.

  When he looked back down, he saw that he had succeeded in exposing the whole length of Lisa's pussy. Her dark lips glistened with his saliva and her excitement.

  Holding Lisa's legs in place with his left arm, John began to lick her, working his tongue up and down the length of her lips, while inserting a finger just barely inside of her.

  Lisa's breathing grew heavier.

  John began to wiggle his finger back and forth. He had only inserted it to the first knuckle, but Lisa squirmed encouragingly in response to his efforts. He stuck a second finger in beside the first and slid them back and forth as he bent his lips to taste Lisa's moist little clit.

  Lisa gasped when John's tongue touched her and John moved instantly from gentle to hard. He sucked her clit past his teeth with all the pressure his mouth could bring to bear, and thrust his two fingers deeper inside Lisa's passage. She screamed in pleasure, breaking her legs free of John's restraining arm and clamping them hard on either side of his head. Her arms grasped the hair of his head and pulled his mouth even tighter against her. "Don't you stop!" she ordered. "Don't you dare stop!"

  John had no desire to do so. He sucked harder, thwacking his tongue against Lisa's clit and twisting his fingers back and forth inside of her.

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  Lisa screamed again and came hard against John's face, bucking up and down in uncontrollable excitement.

  John kept right on sucking, twisting and abusing her clit with his tongue. The vice grip of Lisa's legs tightened around his head as her climax grew more intense. The orgasmic shudders, one on top of each other, almost reached the strength of convulsions. She began to twist away from John to gain some release from his tongue and his fingers. Her efforts only drove John to try harder, sending her screaming into another orgasm.

  Lisa got a grip on John's hair and pulled his face off her pussy by pure stubbornness. John laughed and lunged up the length of her body, embracing her with his left arm while fastening his lips to one swollen nipple. Two fingers of his right hand remained inside of her and he brought his thumb forward to massage Lisa's clit again.

  Her lungs heaved so hard that she had trouble speaking.

  "You have to stop!" she told him. John continued to suck greedily at her breast, his fingers continued to keep her pussy humming. His hard naked cock jutted out of his black silk boxers and stabbed against Lisa's stomach.

  John felt completely and totally alive. The most incredible woman on the planet had become a screaming orgasm in his hands, and he would lay good odds that he himself would soon be coming again. He pulled his lips free of Lisa's nipple and transferred them to her mouth. Lisa came again, or continued coming. He couldn't tell the difference. He needed to get inside this woman.

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  Releasing Lisa's pussy, John grabbed hold of his boxers and pulled them down to his feet. His socks came off next. He wanted all the traction he could get when they started to fuck. Placing himself firmly between Lisa's legs, John was all too aware that he wasn't wearing a condom. Frankly, he didn't care. They had to have already exchanged enough bodily fluids to infect each other if either were carrying anything. John pressed the head of his penis against Lisa's lower lips and rubbed it back and forth across her wetness.

  Lisa's eyes widened slightly. "John?"

  He rubbed his cock against her clit. "I'm clean, Lisa." He wiped his wrist across his mouth. "And if you're not, I think it's likely a condom will no longer matter."

  He rubbed himself against her again.

  Lisa reached out and grasped John's ass with both hands.

  "Just fuck me, damn it!"

  John needed no further encouragement, immediately easing his rigid dick into Lisa's tight wetness.

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  "Oh my God!"

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  sensation threatened to drive her crazy. Each stroke probed a little deeper up her passage. Each thrust flirted a little more with the core of her sexual soul. Where Lisa had expected a rock-n-roll finish to their coupling, John introduced her to a whole new orchestra.

  She dug her nails into his pale ass cheeks and tried to pull him closer, but John resisted her efforts. He pumped slowly, taking his time, letting her feel every inch of his movement.

  About every third stroke his dick would pop free and he rubbed it around on her clit before pushing back inside her again.

  Lisa wrapped her legs tighter around John's back and this time succeeded in forcing him deeper inside of her. The head of his cock kissed the back of her pussy. She tried to hold him there. She had never felt so completely filled as she did right then.

  John pulled back and thrust again. He found a nice slow rhythm, long and hard, in and out, riding Lisa's g-spot all the way. She squeezed the muscles in her pussy as he finished each stroke, making him gasp. His tempo began to increase.

  They were both breathing harder now, sweat drenching their bodies. She could tell he was getting close despite his efforts to hold back and play with her. She felt close too, but not as near as John. If he could just hold out a little longer, they could peak together.

  John shifted his weight onto his left hand and twisted Lisa's nipple with his right. It was as if he understood she needed a little more help to come with him. She tried to encourage his efforts. "I'm close, baby," she gasped. "Wait for me!"

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  "Can't! Wait!" John pante
d, stroking as fast and hard now as he could and still stay inside her. His hand left her breast so that his thumb could brush her clitoris again—one single circular motion with his magic fingers trailing across her groin.

  Lisa came instantly, her orgasm bringing John over the top with her. He tried to keep pumping, but after four or five strokes collapsed on top of her and settled for holding her tight while grinding his spitting cock deep inside her.

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  Chapter Four

  John lay sprawled on his back on the couch with Lisa snuggled in on top of him. Both were completely naked and neither had really moved for the better part of an hour. John really didn't want to move now. It felt too wonderful just lying there cradling Lisa in his arms.

  Unfortunately, or perhaps, fortunately, Lisa decided to demonstrate that she had other things than comfort on her mind. A delicious smile turned her lips and she reached out and stroked the side of John's limp dick.

  "I think I'm hungry," she observed, again running her fingernail down the length of his penis.

  John groaned with pleasure and his cock began to stir.

  "I don't suppose you're talking about pizza?"

  Lisa wet her finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly in and out, and trailed the nail back up the length of his cock. John's penis stretched a little longer, a clear testament to its eagerness to return to duty.

  "Pizza is okay," Lisa admitted, "as a desert. I'm afraid I'm still thinking about the main course."

  John didn't have to consider this offer. Instead he slid his right hand down Lisa's backside, over her wonderful ass, and tried to insert a part of his middle finger into her pussy.

  Looking down their bodies, he watched the purpling head of his penis stretch up toward Lisa's dark mouth.