“Okay, what is it?” she asked.
Dave looked completely embarrassed. “Remember when you sent me down here for the towels?”
“Yes,” she prompted.
“Well, your panties were piled right next to them. I took the top pair.”
“You didn’t!” Shanna was astounded, but also turned on and slightly horrified. “We hadn’t done anything yet.”
“But I knew I wanted you,” he told her, “and I was afraid that they were as close as I was going to get.”
Shanna sauntered over to him. “You bad boy,” she said. “You should have known I wanted you too and all you had to do was ask.”
Stevie and Edward decided to go out, but that didn’t mean they were particularly quick about implementing their decision. Both decided to shower and Stevie tried on three outfits before she was satisfied with the result. It was going on 5:30 before Shanna finally saw them out the door.
As they pulled Shanna’s car out of the driveway, Dave approached her from behind, scooped her into his arms and kissed her.
His mouth was eager. His cock against her hip was already hard.
“Wait a minute,” she said. “I want to get dressed for you. Dinner is almost ready and I thought we could snuggle and drink wine and you could fuck me to a few dozen more orgasms.”
Dave was all smiles. “I really don’t think I can wait. How about I rip off all of your clothing and take you on the living room rug where Edward was fucking Stevie when I snuck back down to my bedroom last night?”
“Ughh, wrong image,” she told him.
“Then how about I eat you out on the dining room table,” he suggested. “You’re the only meal I want!”
“But it’s almost ready,” she said. The pot roast could actually keep for a while, but she really did think they should enjoy it.
“There’s no almost about me,” he said. He carried her into the dining room and laid her down on the table.
“I don’t think it will support us both,” she protested.
He ripped the T-shirt off her body, then did the same with her bra. That was a little more awkward and required lifting the under wire over her large breasts, but it avoided his having to try and unhook it.
She protested again. “Someone might look through the window!”
Dave ignored her, popping the shoes off her feet and then sliding her sweats and panties off and tossing them on the floor. The curtains were closed. Someone would have to walk right up against the glass to see in over them, but Shanna didn’t think Dave would care if they did.
She tried to sit up but he pressed her flat again. “Now this is a proper feast,” he told her before he bent down and bit one juicy nipple.
“What if they come home?” she worried.
He answered by kicking off his shoes and opening his pants. His dick was hard and ready for her. Stroking himself with one hand, he used the other to encourage Shanna to role onto her hands and knees and come over to the edge of the table facing him. His shaft was fully engorged—the veins bulging forth from his flesh like cords of steel and the fat mushroom head darkening with excitement.
“Suck me!” he commanded.
She tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted his dick. He was salty and exciting, and she felt completely exposed kneeling naked on her dining room table licking him.
“Suck me!” he repeated.
She tasted him again, licking her way up the underside of his cock from the rim of his swollen head to the little hole at its peek.
“Suck me!” he growled the word this time.
There was no way she could stretch her mouth wide enough to accommodate his girth, but she decided to try just the same. He was just so damn huge. She stretched her mouth and swallowed the upper third of the hard, fat, wedge-shaped flesh.
Dave wasn’t satisfied.
His hands came together to cup her face and gently encourage her to swallow more of him. He did not force her, but neither did he let her quit. Slowly, she took in more of him, bobbing her mouth lower until her lips and teeth finally encompassed his thick rim.
“Stay like that,” he told her. “Whatever happens, you don’t let my cock out of your mouth. If Bobby comes home, if Stevie calls, if a gaggle of nuns peers in through the window, you keep holding my cock in your mouth.”
She did as she was told, but she didn’t understand why.
Dave pulled off his T-shirt and carefully stepped clear of his already opened pants. Then, he cautiously maneuvered himself onto the table with his back to the wood and his head near Shanna’s thighs.
“Remember now,” he said, “no matter what happens, you don’t spit me out, and for God’s sake, don’t bite.”
He lifted her thigh and slid the rest of the way beneath her so that she straddled his face.
“Dinner’s on,” he said, and attacked her pussy.
His lips closed on her labia and he began to French kiss them. She was kneeling to either side of his face and the angle naturally opened her to him. He attacked her lips with gusto, lapping greedily at her juices, while his strong hands supported him by pulling down on her ass and thighs.
Her body wanted to gasp for air, but there was that wonderful monster cock in her mouth and she wasn’t supposed to spit it out. Yet, breathing deeply through her nose required intense concentration, and somehow that intensified the sensations between her legs.
The cock in her mouth magnified the effect. In essence, it required her to hold very still, but that was awfully hard to do when her pussy was being eaten. The more he licked her lips, the more Shanna wanted to squirm, but the more she squirmed the harder it was to keep his cock inside her mouth. The only sure way to anchor it was to bite down with her teeth, and that was an option he had reasonably denied to her.
So she tried her best to hold very, very, still, while his tongue drove her insane and her pulse raced and her nipples swelled. She didn’t know how long she could do this. Dave wasn’t even hitting her clit. His fingers clawed deep into her ass cheeks and her labia screamed for relief.
Shanna’s arm gave out and the resulting fall forward drove two more inches of Dave’s cock into her throat. It almost triggered her gag reflex, but somehow she maintained control and didn’t spit him out.
She was going to explode. The sparks from his tongue would ignite the fire inside her and she would quite simply explode. There was no other possibility.
Dave suddenly seemed to realize his only error and scooted down beneath Shanna, backing toward her chin. His cock began to slide away from her but she used her teeth—gently but firmly—to catch it by the rim. She couldn’t swallow properly and her excess saliva was leaking out the corners of her mouth, running down his shaft and her chin.
She really didn’t think she could stand this much longer, but thankfully, he had found what he was looking for and further endurance wouldn’t be necessary.
Dave swallowed Shanna’s much ignored clitoris and she lost control of her sanity. As her pussy erupted between her legs, she spastically bit down on his hard flesh. He grunted beneath her in shock and pain, but his penis evidently appreciated the sensation. Semen squirted forcefully down her throat, encouraging her to fling herself to the side, coughing his thick cock out of her mouth. She might have fallen off the table but her thighs were locked on his head and his arms were still crushing her pussy into his face.
Cum sprayed across the dining room, probably even landing in the chandelier. Shanna couldn’t have cared less. As her windpipe cleared she threw herself hungrily back on his cock while his greedy mouth sucked her into another orgasm.
His cock was like a fire hose, swinging side to side and gushing semen all around them. She fought her way back on top of him and cradled the long shaft between her breasts. Her mouth only caught the tip but she sucked it every bit as hard as he was sucking her clitoris.
She continued to milk his salty excitement until her own orgasms finally subsided.
“Wow, what was that?” she asked
him.
They were still laying on the dining room table; lips to groin. Their mouths and tongues were idle for the moment but that could change at any time.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “It seemed like a good idea when we started but I never expected anything so intense.”
“Are you sure you haven’t tried this with other girls?” she asked him. The thought of him boinking another woman instantly rekindled her jealousy.
“Word of honor,” he told her. “You inspire me.”
She wasn’t completely convinced. “Are you going to fuck other girls when you go back to college?” she asked him.
“No,” he said, “I’m going to call you every night and masturbate to the sound of your voice.”
“Mmmm,” she said, “that’s a good answer.”
She enclosed his flaccid penis in her fist and began to lick Dave’s testicles. They were just as huge as the rest of him.
“So you’re not even going to be tempted by other girls?”
“The only things tempting me are your pussy and your tits,” he informed her.
As if to emphasize his point, he slid back beneath her pussy and tasted her again. His cock began to harden in her hand.
She smiled. “You really do want me, don’t you?”
By way of answer, he attacked her clitoris.
Dave rolled off the table and fell down. He tried to catch himself, but somehow only managed to pull Shanna to the floor with him. She landed on top of him, straddling his waist, her wet pussy grinding on his shaft.
“On top at last,” she told him.
“You’ve been on top,” he reminded her.
“Not facing this way, I haven’t.”
She raised herself to her knees and guided his rod to the lips of her pussy. Her turgid nipples swung proudly in front of her.
She eased herself back, taking his thick erection inside her. “Oooh,” she moaned. “This is going to be good.”
She began to rock slowly back and forth, easing him deeper inside her. He lightly cupped her breasts so that her swinging nipples grazed the palms of his hands. The added sensation made her whole body tremble.
She began to rock faster, further encouraging his iron dick to edge deeper into her cunt. She hadn’t fully impaled herself but from the energy surrounding his rod she thought she would have to soon or lose the opportunity.
Dave was through laying passively beneath her and began to thrust his own hips in complement to her rhythm. Her muscles began to tighten. The excitement built between her thighs. She twisted her own nipple. His cock was so hard; her need was so great.
She arched her back and began to ride her lover straight up and down. Her arms reached up to grasp her own hair. His hands were on her hips, steadying her body above his increasingly powerful thrusts. She was getting close again, the delicious feeling of impending orgasm building up inside her. After all of those frustrated attempts to climax when he had first come to visit, the seemingly endless explosions of pleasure at his dick, tongue, and hands were simply heavenly.
His thumb plowed a furrow through her bush to find her sore clitoris. He dug in hard against the sensitive flesh, pushing her even closer to climax.
“Tell me you want me!” he growled in a repeat of last night’s demands.
Shanna didn’t hesitate this time, screaming the words at the top of her lungs. “I want you, Dave!”
“Tell me you need me!”
She shouted even louder. “Yes, I need you! I need you!”
“Tell me you love me!” he howled the words, his hips bucking so high with each thrust that her knees were actually leaving the floor.
All of last night’s misgivings were gone. “I love you, Dave!” Shanna screamed. “Oh, God, it’s true! I love you!”
“Then cum, damn it! Cum!”
Shanna’s pussy exploded on top of him, deluging his dick with her slick excitement. He bucked beneath her even more frantically, forcing her to ride his cock like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. Her pussy kept squeezing hard on his rod, but the force of his thrusts kept her twisting and bouncing into new and more intense orgasms.
She screamed, she laughed and she came, came, came.
“Why didn’t you cum that time, Sweety?” She asked.
They were still on the dining room floor with Shanna nestled comfortably in the crook of Dave’s arm. His whole body was hard except for his cock, but he didn’t seem disturbed by his missed ejaculation. To all appearances, he was perfectly content to cradle her against his chest.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve cum in the last twenty-four hours?” he asked her.
“You were very hard,” Shanna pointed out. “You should be able to cum again.”
“I didn’t say I couldn’t cum,” he corrected her. “I’m saying I don’t have to cum. Making you cum is enough. I didn’t want to jack off on top of you and miss the chance to make love to you again.”
“What?”
“I have cum a lot of times in the past twenty-four hours,” he explained, “and while I’m sure I have a time or two left in me, I don’t know if that’s enough to satisfy you. So I chose not to jack off on your tits like I wanted to so I’d be certain my cock would be every bit as hard as you want it to be.”
She struggled into a sitting position. “You wanted to jack off on my tits?”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t because you were afraid you’d be too spent to fuck me again?”
“Yeah.”
Shanna was touched to the depths of her soul. While she kept getting jealous about girls she didn’t even know existed, Dave was just as worried she’d go elsewhere if he failed to perform.
“Stay right there,” she told him.
She got to her feet, scooped up her discarded clothing, and ran upstairs. She tossed the clothes on the floor of her bedroom and went to the drawer with her sex toys. Right up front was a small bottle of baby oil. She picked it up and went back downstairs, moving into the kitchen instead of returning to the dining room. She turned the pot roast off and then called Dave’s name. He appeared in the doorway, also holding a bundle of his discarded clothes.
She knelt in the middle of the linoleum floor and squirted a handful of oil into the palm of her hand. “Come here, Sweety, I want to explain something to you.”
Dave set his clothes on the table and stood in front of her.
“Kneel down, that’s right.”
She began to pour the oil onto Dave’s penis, taking her time to do the job right. She oiled his shaft, his testicles, his sensitive inner thighs. “I like a man who will put me first,” She said, “but that doesn’t ever mean that you can’t cum with me.”
Dave’s cock began to thicken in her hands. “If the thought of cumming on my tits excites you, then it excites me,” she told him.
She paused in her ministrations to apply copious amounts of oil to her own nipples and breasts. Then she returned her hands to his hardening shaft, pumping him up and down, getting him fully ready for her breasts.
“After you cum,” she said, “it’s my job to get you hard again. If you need time to recharge, I will happily let you lick my pussy while we wait. If you’re just too damn exhausted and spent, then I’ll hold you while you fall asleep on my breasts. But I never want to hear that you deprived yourself of me because you feared that I’d be frustrated with you later.”
Dave was fully rigid again, so Shanna leaned back and pulled her legs around in front of her, exposing her pussy as well as her breasts. She squirted the baby oil on her tits and stomach and let it trickle down between her legs.
“Now I need you to cum for me,” she said. “I need you to straddle my body and slide that nice hard cock between my breasts. I need you to fuck my tits and cum all over my face.”
Dave grunted, moving forward as his face turned bright red with excitement. Shanna was certain of it now. She had stumbled onto Dave’s major fantasy. Of course she should have seen it earlier. Dave’s first
sign of interest in her was his obsession with her breasts.
She felt the powerful shaft slide between her breasts and squirted another long line of oil on top of it. Then she dropped the bottle and pressed her soft dark globes against his burning meat and licked the head of his shaft where it protruded near her chin.
Dave began to pump, sliding the oiled rod back and thrusting it forward again. He was already trembling, as he had the very first time Shanna had released his dick from his pants.
“That’s the way, lover,” She encouraged him. “Fuck my tits! Cum in my face!”
Dave thrust even harder. His hands closed over Shanna’s, pressing her breasts even more tightly against his erection. The oil continued to run down her stomach, pooling in her navel before spilling out onto her bush.
“Fuck me!” she said again. “Fuck my tits with your hard fat cock!”
Dave grunted, taking the time to thrust his whole ten inch length between her breasts. He couldn’t do that with her pussy. Her passage wasn’t long enough. But here, above her body, he could stimulate every inch of his shaft.
The end of his cock bumped her chin, staining her flesh with his precum. She opened her mouth to try and catch him and the smooth flesh skipped off her teeth and tongue.
“Oh, God, Shanna,” Dave gasped. “Oh, my God!”
“I love you, Dave!” Shanna shouted.
Dave threw his head back and moaned. His pulsing cock shot cum up across Shanna’s cheek and into her long hair. It was still shooting as he pulled back into her breasts adding another form of lubrication to the oil. Their grip on her breasts must have shifted as he began to ejaculate, because his oozing erection popped up instead of through during his next thrust. Ivory love splattered across Shanna’s nipples and slid down toward her neck.
Dave was completely out of her now and Shanna’s hands enfolded him, pulling his smoking penis back to her lips. His testicles dangled against her cleavage and she widened her mouth and sucked in his dick.
Dave grunted again as she milked him. He was still strong and potent in her hands. Despite his earlier fears, she knew he wasn’t through fucking her yet.
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