by Megan Rose
Penny slipped out of her bottoms shortly after I did, watching me the entire time.
I was expecting her to start playing with herself too but what I got was even better. She dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between my legs, and started licking my pussy.
I let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted my fingers so they were rubbing my clit while Penny ate me out, her tongue working expertly in and around my pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.
And then I let out an even louder moan as she got her fingers involved, touching and rubbing and sliding in and out of my pussy while she continued working it with her tongue.
I’m not sure how long we went at it like that but soon enough I was cumming like I’d never cum before, my body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped my throat as the orgasm wracked my body.
“Holy fuck,” I said once I’d recovered.
“A good one, huh?” Penny said, smiling, my juices covering her face, making it gleam under the light.
“Only the best one ever,” I said.
“No lie?”
“I swear.”
Penny put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”
“Be my guest,” I said, relinquishing my spot on the couch.
Clapping her hands, she bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wide and beckoned me over. Smiling, I obliged, dropping my face onto her pussy and going to town while she played with her clit.
A short time later I brought her to orgasm, her legs clamping down on my head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching my smiling face.
“Holy shit you were right,” she said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”
“I told you,” I said.
“And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”
“Yeah, what a shame, huh?”
“Indeed,” she replied.
I stood up and fell onto the couch next to her. I dropped my head onto her shoulder then turned my face up towards hers.
“It’s pretty sad to think about all the time we wasted on those boys,” I said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny replied. “Who knew that we didn’t actually need them at all?”
“Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” I said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”
“Yeah,” Penny said. “They didn’t want any competition.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
We fell silent for a moment. Then Penny starting laughing under her breath.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just think it’s hilarious,” she said.
“What is?”
“The fact that we really don’t need them at all,” Penny said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”
“They certainly are,” I said.
But Penny wasn’t done. “I mean, think about it: They don’t know how to kiss. They don’t know where to touch you. And they sure as hell don’t know how to eat pussy. They simply don’t know how to please a woman.”
“Where women, on the other hand, know exactly how and where to touch each other, because we touch ourselves all the time,” I said, picking up where she’d left off.
“Exactly!”
“Plus they only think about themselves,” I added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if you’ve gotten off or not.”
“Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Penny said, looking at me intently.
I knew exactly where she was going. I was thinking the same thing myself. It was something that came up every time we talked about boys.
“Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” we said at exactly the same time.
“We can go all night long without a break,” I added.
“We can indeed.”
I stood up and held out my hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” I said in a faux-elegant voice.
“We shall,” Penny replied in kind as she took my hand.
I helped her up. “Your room or mine?” I said, leading her towards the hallway.
“Does it matter?” she replied.
“Not at all,” I said, turning towards her. I pulled her close and started kissing her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”
And it didn’t. By the end of the night we’d done it in both our rooms. And by the time the weekend was up, the whole house had been desecrated. And we were just getting started.
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DIRTY LITTLE SLUT
I love all kinds of women. Tall and skinny or short and stacked. Blonde hair, brown hair, red hair. Dominant, submissive, sexy, sultry, classy, you name it. I’m not super-picky about looks but the one thing I am very picky about it attitude. To be one of my regulars a woman has to truly enjoy fucking. Love it, even. And very few of them love it as much as Gabriella.
At just over 5 feet tall and no more than 100 pounds, Gabriella doesn’t look like she could take a pounding. But her looks are deceiving. She’s got a rocking body, with soft but shapely legs, a great ass, thin waist and small but firm tits. Her Latin heritage is apparent in her long brown hair, dark eyes, soft features, full lips and naturally tanned skin. She’s more cute than slutty and to look at her it would be impossible to guess that she likes it rough.
But to say it like that is to not give it enough credit. She loves rough sex, adores it, can’t get enough of it, in fact. She won’t take it any other way; if you can’t give her what she needs she’ll kick you out, right in the middle of a session. It’s almost happened to me before.
It was our first time together and I was taking it too easy on her, not giving her what she needed. I was trying to be a gentleman, it being our first time fucking and all, and even though she continued imploring me to give it to her harder and smack her around a little bit, I was having trouble following through.
Finally, after twenty minutes of me pussy-footing around, she’d had enough.
“That’s it,” she said, pulling away from me. “Get the fuck out.”
“What?” I asked, surprised as all hell.
“You heard me,” she said. “If you aren’t going to give me what I need, then just get the hell out of here.”
“What do you need?” I asked, perplexed.
“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” she said. “Get physical with me. Toss me around, smack my ass, that sort of thing.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“Have you been fucking listening to me at all tonight?” she said, her voice rising. “I’ve been telling you that ever since we started!”
“I didn’t know you wanted it that rough,” I said.
“Well now you do,” Gabriella said. “So I’ll give you one more chance to make things right, and then you’re out for good.”
“Fine,” I said. “But don’t start crying that you can’t take it.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said. “I guarantee that won’t be the case.”
So I gave her what she wanted. And after we were done, she invited me to come back over later that week. Now we got together once a week or so to fuck, and I gave her what she needed every time.
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“So what’s on tap for tonight?” she asked after letting me into her apartment. It was a nice place, pretty basic, not too much style, just substance. Exactly like Gabriella.
“Whatever you can handle,” I replied.
“You know I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said, smiling wryly, daring me in her own way, getting me in the right mindset. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink sweater that was long enough to cover her ass, but just barely. Plus black leather boots with four-inch heels that came up over her knee. It was quite the outfit,
and it turned me on like crazy just looking at her.
“Is that right?” I said, playing the game.
“Damn straight,” she said, her smile growing wider.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp tug, bending her backwards so she was looking up towards the ceiling.
Gabriella’s smile widened as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. She clearly got off on being treated like this; it wasn’t an act.
“You like that?” I asked.
“I love it,” Gabriella replied.
I pulled her sweater off, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples were hard and sticking out like pencil erasers. I fondled one of her tits and pinched her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then I slapped down on it.
Gabriella yelped and shivered in ecstasy.
“Do it again,” she said.
I did it again, harder this time.
“Harder,” she said.
So I did, harder still. And again. And again. Her tit was bright red but she still seemed to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.
As was I. My cock was pushing painfully against my pants. This was exciting me just as much as it was her. I pulled up on her hair, snapping her head forward.
She was taking deep breaths but she was still smiling and her eyes were glowing with excitement.
I started walking, dragging her along by the hair as I went. I pulled her over to the wall, spun her around, and pushed her back up against it, then I grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.
Gabriella’s smile didn’t fade one bit. In fact it grew wider.
“You like this, don’t you?” I said.
Gabriella nodded.
“Are you ready for more?”
She nodded again, her face starting to turn pink.
With one hand still around her throat I slapped her face. The sound filled the room like a gunshot. Little red blossoms flared up on Gabriella’s cheek. But she still smiled.
So I slapped her again. Then I squeezed her throat a little tighter. And slapped her again.
Gabriella’s smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating excitement. Her whole face was turning red now as her blood flow was restricted.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
Gabriella shook her head and mouthed the word no.
So I slapped her again. And again. And again. I was squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.
Her lips were slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes started to flutter and her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolled slightly to the right.
I let go of her throat.
The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“You’re one depraved little slut, aren’t you?” I said, laughing under my breath.
“The filthiest,” Gabriella said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and pressing against my pants.
I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. But right now I want to mess with you some more.”
“If you insist,” she said, her tone filled with mock disappointment.
I slipped her dress off by pulling it over her head and tossed it towards the other side of the room. Then I grabbed ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as my free hand wandered down her stomach to her pretty little pussy. I rubbed her snatch for a few seconds to get her warmed up but it was unnecessary. She was already soaking wet. So I stuck two fingers inside her and started finger-fucking her.
I stood there, facing Gabriella, looking down at her face as I was exploring her insides with my fingers, my excitement building like crazy.
She was staring up at me with wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as I increased the pressure and depth of my fingers inside her.
I slid another finger into her pussy while simultaneously tightening my grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that was forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her I started moving my hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, my wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as I finger-fucked her.
Gabriella’s mouth was slightly open and little gasping sounds were escaping from her throat. Her face was slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminished.
“You like this, don’t you?” I said.
She nodded as much as she could in her comprised situation.
“Do you want another finger?”
She nodded.
Without releasing her throat I slipped my pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It was a tight fit but she loosened up a bit as I moved my fingers inside her.
A short time later Gabriella’s entire body was quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumped to the side just a bit and her eyes fluttered. She was about to pass out.
I didn’t want that. So I released her throat but continued finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. She leaned into me to keep from falling, her head on my chest.
I was the only thing holding her up but still I continued working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths were shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.
Finally she caught her breath and pulled back a bit, using the wall for support.
I took a moment to unzip my pants and pull my cock out with my free hand. It was sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it was trying to push through my skin.
“Stroke it,” I said.
Gabriella’s hand flew down to my cock and she started jerking me off. In response, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tit and squeezed it while my other hand continued working her pussy.
We stood there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before I was ready for something more.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy and gave it a little smack.
Gabriella yelped and her body stiffened for a moment but her smile didn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor did she let go of my cock.
I stuck my fingers in Gabriella’s mouth so she could clean them of her juices. She licked her fingers one-by-one, until they were completely clean, staring at me the entire time, continuing to jerk me off. Not saying anything, just waiting for my direction.
She was a perfect, little slut. It was time to start putting her to better use.
“It’s time that I fucked your face,” I told her.
“Bring it on,” she replied.
Smiling, I pushed down on her shoulders. She knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
She obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.
I stuck my cock inside her mouth and started sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. I gradually slipped it further inside her until it was about halfway in. Then I sped up my thrusts.
Her lips started to close around my cock. I quickly pulled my cock out, used it to smack her cheek a few times.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.
Gabriella shook her head.
“That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”
She nodded.
I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds came from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her.
“Tongue out,” I said.
Gabriella did as she was told; I could see her t
ongue beneath my cock as I pumped her mouth. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Gagging, slurpy sounds escaped from her throat. Tears were dripping from her eyes and running down her cheek, smearing her makeup, but from the way she was looking at me she was still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.
My cock was slippery as hell as I gave her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with my hands.
The gagging and coughing sounds were growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva was gathering on the carpet beneath her. I was thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. I was almost at the point of cumming. I knew I needed to move onto something else before it was too late. But first I wanted to do something.
So I slipped my cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slammed it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose was poking into my stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like I had done every time up until this point, I held it there, my cock all the way down her throat.
“Look at me,” I said.
She shifted her gaze upward as best she could while deepthroating me, looking up at me with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.
“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath, doing everything in my power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly put me over the edge. I quickly yanked my cock out of her mouth before it was too late.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said.
She dropped down at once. Her back was arched, her ass sticking up in the air, her shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs were pressed together, showing off her perfect heart-shaped ass.
I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. My legs were just outside hers and my cock was lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settled my cock in between them then pressed her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.