I pushed forward and eased myself into her mouth farther. She accepted it and swallowed me deeply, all the way down. I’m about ten inches long and close to two inches thick, but this amazing woman took me in easily and eagerly. This fact alone turned me on to another level of lust. I wanted to get inside of her body. I needed to be inside of her now.
I pulled out of her mouth and said, “Lean back.”
Krista smiled and did so. Then she raised her legs up in the air to put her sweet, wetness on full display for me. Yes, there she was. That was the most beautiful sight I could ever see. A woman’s body was truly a work of art in my eyes. And there had never been such a perfectly sculpted work then the center of her lust located between her beautiful legs.
I got down on my knees and leaned in closer. My mouth was so close to her center. I could have stuck my tongue out and licked her, which I planned to do soon. But right then I wanted to let the aromas enter my head. I inhaled deeply, and the moment I did my head was filled with the beautiful scent of Krista’s essence. I almost fainted momentarily. Wow, this was the most wonderful scent I’d ever known.
I tried to hold the sweetness inside of my head and lungs as long as could, refusing to allow the breath to exhale until my body would stand for it no longer. I took another whiff and then another.
Finally, I could not wait another moment I placed my tongue against the entrance of her wet, glistening folds and drug my apparatus up inside of her, moving between the slit to allow every bit of moisture I could gleam off that sweet mound into my mouth.
I pulled my tongue back and let the taste of her sink into me. It was like taking some sort of mind altering drug that took me to another world inside my brain. I wanted her so badly that I could barely think straight. There was nothing else but her and I right there and then. I plunged my tongue deeply inside of her, pushing her folds back to the sides and letting every bit of her juices drip into my gaping mouth. I inhaled her, I tasted her, I licked her, I sucked her—all of it bringing me closer to a mental orgasm where my spirit collided with my physical body to connect me to a higher power that I could not ever see, but knew was there somewhere.
“Fuck, that’s good!” Krista bellowed. “Yes! Lick me dammit!”
She pressed her hand against the back of my head and pushed my face into her core. I gladly accepted this fate as I continued to lick and slide my tongue up inside of her, occasionally pulling out to tease her beloved, engorged magic button. Every time I touched that sweet nub, she exploded in cries of “OH! Yes! Right there!”
But I was patient. I did not want to send her into overload hyper drive just yet. I had a plan…
I pushed away from her and wiped her juices from my chin with the palm of my hand. Then I licked my palm dry, sucking in every ounce of her taste. She watched me with a giggling smile and the hungriest eyes I’ve ever seen on a woman. Her gaze was drilling right into mine until she broke this gaze to glide it all over my body. I could see she liked what she saw as she admired my abs.
Her hands reached out and slid over the bulges of my washboard muscles, her fingers slipping in and out of the ridges and edges of my muscular definition. I loved her touch. She was so soft, and so meaningful. I could tell she desperately wanted me.
And the feeling was very mutual.
I climbed between her legs. My length was now resting gently against the outside walls of her center. She was so wet, and trembling now begging for me to enter her. Krista bit her lip, her eyes practically crying for me. I leaned in closely and kissed her softly on her gentle lips, her tongue slipped into my mouth and I held onto it, sucking on her slim, soft flesh, continuing to kiss her beautiful mouth.
And then I entered her deeply. She cried out, but my mouth was covering hers and the sound was muffled. I loved the sound of her pleasure. She had me and I had her. Together we had this magical connection, if only for this very brief time. I wondered if this was the feeling other people latched onto and confused for actual love? It was affection, it was care, and it was connection, but love was something altogether different. I thought it had to be. Was I wrong? It was possible of course, but I didn’t think so.
I entered her again and then pulled out slowly, letting the head of my package pop out just enough before pushing right back inside of her slowly again.
“Hmmm,” she moaned again as I continued to kiss her. Her lips were so good, addictive really, like a drug that tortured me with total pleasure. I loved to kiss while penetrating a woman. It felt amazing, it turned me on, and it gave me a real truthful reading on how a woman was feeling. It was hard for her to disguise her true feelings during a time like that.
I sped up my movement slightly, trying not to get distracted by the wet plopping sounds as I entered her. She was so wet right now, her sweet secretions spilling over my own flesh and mingling with my body. I would soon be filling her with my own. Oh, so soon. I knew it was coming quickly, but I was going to do what I could to delay this for the time being. It was of the utmost importance for me that Krista finish first. I loved to hear a woman truly having a fit of pleasure. It was the most satisfying thing about sex for me. Without that, it meant that I’d failed her as a lover. And I would be damned if I was going to let that happen.
I hugged her tightly to me as I pumped her soft, sweet body. I loved a woman with soft curves. Most men my age were after the little hard bodies, or the girls who looked like the skinny girl’s in magazines. They were so fragile that making love to one you had to wonder if you were going to break them in half. They did not feel healthy to me, or even real. It was like an illusion that was attractive in the visual at first, but failed to deliver.
I loved real women. And Krista was a real woman.
As I stopped pushing into her, letting myself linger inside of her sweet body, I kissed Krista once more hard on the mouth.
“Let’s do it doggy style,” I said. “I want you from behind.”
She smiled and we quickly shifted into position. I balanced myself on my left leg by placing my foot on the bed, and then I entered her from behind, but not before taking time to silently praise her beautiful ass that was now right in front of me. I could see both of her sweet, private entrances. Her tight little asshole was so close, only a few inches above her lustful palace. I wondered if she’d ever done the back door. Maybe one day I’d find out.
But for now, I needed more of her succulence. I entered her deeply, her body letting me get in as far as possible from this angle. My hands rested on her soft, fleshy ass, squeezing it and rubbing the smooth skin as I pounded into her.
“Yeah, that’s it… oh, fuck!” Krista moaned.
I grabbed her long hair in my hand and pulled it tightly as I rode her hard, pounding my full length into her over and over again, watching her sweet ass jiggle around me, those soft cheeks cupping my package and sliding against my sack.
I reached under her body and grabbed a handful of her large, beautiful chest. Her breasts were soft, round, big, and jiggly—just the way I loved them. They were amazing. The way they felt perfectly in my hand turned me on so much I was now humping her as fast I could. My hips were feeling sore and aching from the workout, but I didn’t care. I had to keep going on this. I was almost there, but more importantly I knew that she was almost there.
“You like that baby?” I teased. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes!”
“Good, come hard on me… I want to feel it so badly,” I said. I leaned over and whispered in her ear as I kissed the lobe gently. “I want you to come hard for me baby. Show me how much you love this.”
“Yes!”
Krista began to hump back hard against me, bucking her hips back into my member, colliding with my own hips. The loud smack, smack, smack filled the room along with our cries of bliss.
“I’m going to come!” Krista squealed as she bucked against me.
I could feel her body tensing up. She was now sweating profusely. Her breathing was labored and I could tell
that she was about to drop over on the bed from exhaustion, but I was going to get that orgasm out of her.
With everything I had I pumped into her tightening folds. I could feel it coming. She was almost there…
So was I, but I had to hold on.
“Yes!”
Krista shouted as she came hard on my body. I continued to enter her with the same level of gusto. Her body was almost convulsing now with the pleasure coursing through her body and mind as I got her off. She was gushing all over me now, her wetness pouring out of her in a savage fashion now.
I was there. A split second later I let my own orgasm rocket out of my body, slamming hard into hers with the amount of force that felt like an atomic bomb going off in my crotch. The pressure was so heavy that it was almost painful.
And then it was over. We laid there in each other’s arms caressing our sweating, glowing bodies, smiling at each other.
I was exhausted and totally drained. I barely remember falling asleep, but when I woke up the sun was shining into my bedroom. Krista was snuggled up against me. She’d just woke up as well. She had a sweet smile on her face. She was just so beautiful.
“Hey, lover,” she said greeting me with a kiss. “Last night was incredible.”
“Yes, it was,” I said.
“Want to get some breakfast?” She asked. “I was thinking that little café on the corner. They have the best breakfast skillets.”
“Um… no, I don’t have time,” I said. I could already see where this was going and that was a shame. I liked Krista and the fun we had together. Why did a woman always want to make it into something more? Why ruin a great thing?
“Ok, well how about tonight we go out and do something fun? There is a few good movies out and I’ve been wanting to try that new Mexican restaurant over on Foxbriar.”
I looked at her and sighed. It was clear that I was going to have to lay this out for here. “Krista, I think you are great, but I’m not looking for anything more right now. I don’t have room in my life for a relationship.”
She looked hurt and that hurt quickly turned to anger. Krista got out of the bed and started to get dressed. “I don’t know why I let myself get emotionally involved.”
I laughed. I didn’t mean to but it just blurted out. Krista glared daggers at me. “I’m sorry, but when have I ever given you the slightest inkling that I wanted something more? This has always been about fun, nothing else.”
“Well, I’m getting a little old to just have fun all the time. I thought we had the beginnings of something.”
“What? That we are betrothed to each other or something? We’ve hooked up a few times. That is all. I’ve never said that I wanted anything else and I’ve never given you that idea. What is your deal?”
“I don’t have a deal,” she said. “Is it me? Is there some reason that I’m not good enough?”
“What? No. It has nothing to do with you. I just have too much going on right now to really devote to anyone. You are amazing. I’m sorry if I can’t give you what you are looking for.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry too.”
Krista finished getting dressed and stormed out leaving me to sit there in a world of confusion. What in the world was her problem? When had this turned emotional? Was it me? Was there something I was doing that lead women to believe that there was something else I was looking for? I wasn’t Mr. Right. I was never going to be that perfect boyfriend, or husband, or even father that so many of these women believed I would be. What gave them that idea I would never know.
But Krista was gone. That was too bad. She was so good in bed. Why couldn’t we just continue to have that? Why did women always want to turn this into a relationship? I’d watched my parents yell and scream at each other for years before they finally got divorced. This was not going to work. It was doomed to fail from the start. I would never allow myself to be put into that sort of position.
I just wouldn’t do it.
Chapter Four
Alexa
I stepped into the roundhouse kick and delivered it hard to the heavy bag in front of me. It swayed to the side several inches from the impact as my body continued to spin around with the force of it driving through the collision. It felt good. That was the idea, to kick through your target and take them down. I loved it.
It had been a hectic week, but nothing in the world helped me blow off more steam than going to my mixed martial arts gym where I could get out the aggression I was feeling in a rather healthy manner. I’d been studying mixed martial arts for the past five years. My brother Billy had initially gotten me into it, and I fell in love with it. I’d even won a few tournaments during high school. I thought occasionally about getting back into competing again, but so far I’d been into other things.
I’d started my YouTube channel over the weekend and had even filmed a few videos. Lilly directed it and showed me how to edit using some free software. It was fun, interesting, and rather easy. I thought I might really start to enjoy myself a bit.
I was even thinking about maybe putting some of my martial arts knowledge and skills to use and throwing up some videos on that sort of stuff too, but I might want to create a separate channel for that. At least that was Lilly’s advice. She said it was important that each channel I did be dealing with one particular niche. I agreed that could be important and I saw her point of view on that.
I finished hitting the bag and warming up. The class had just started and our sensei, Devon Peters was getting us ready for some sparring. I loved to get in there and mix it up. Sometimes during sparring I got too zealous and I ended up hitting harder than I actually meant to. It was something that I was working on.
“Ok, team, first up today we will have Alexa Rae sparring Gary Michaelson,” Devon said.
I was excited I got to go first. But I was not happy about fighting Gary. The guy was kind of a pervert and was always giving the few females in the class these weird, goofy looks. That was not what I was there for and it was a bit distracting to say the least.
We got into our fighting positions and we started sparring. Gary instantly went for a few cut kicks which I blocked and dodged. I was feeling him out to see where his weaknesses were right now. I could have countered, but right now I was gaining intelligence from my opponent.
“Come on, hit me,” Gary teased. “Unless you are afraid.”
I smirked and shook my head. He was such a jerk.
Gary threw a front kick at me and followed it up with a crescent kick bringing his foot upside my head. I ducked under it and stepped forward to throw a hard right hand to his gut. He groaned with pain and rage. I swung a hard, left hook at him and he caught it turning me around and putting his forearm over my throat to grab a standing rear naked choke hold.
It was in pretty deep and I thought I might have been in trouble.
“Come on, sweetie,” Gary said. “Show me what you got. You don’t know what I might do to you when you are passed out…”
Then he casually pushed his hips against my ass and I could feel his excitement through his pants. The bastard.
I grabbed his arm, threw my hips back against his excitement and stepped to the side.
“Ummph!” Gary blurted out.
And then I threw him over my shoulder and across my chest flipping him over me and to the ground hard. Then I brought my heel down in an axe kick and collided with his face hard.
“Alexa!” Devon yelled. “What are you doing?”
“He groped me, the pig!” I yelled.
Gary was lying on the mat, hurt, dazed, and embarrassed.
“Gary, is that true?” Devon said leaning down over him.
Gary looked at him sheepishly, but didn’t verbalize an answer.
“You’re suspended from the dojo for the week. If you ever do something like that again, then you’re out for good. Do you get it?”
Gary nodded and got up to leave. I watched the pig exit the dojo. I wanted to rip his head off. “What a jerk.”
“Yeah, are you sure you are ok?” Devon asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to cool off.”
I went over to the heavy bag and did some more kicking and punching drills while the others continued sparring. I was so angry. I just wanted to rip Gary’s head off. What the hell was wrong with a guy like that? What was wrong with men? It seemed every guy I knew only wanted to mistreat me in some way. Was there something I’d done? Maybe I was a total bitch in a previous life?
I finished my workout and hit the shower. Afterwards I went home to work on some more videos. I was actually starting to get into designing dresses. I was hoping Lilly would help me make them after I finished a few designs I might be proud of. Then I could showcase my own clothes in my videos.
Checking my stats, I groaned to see that only about thirty people had seen any of my videos. Lilly said it would be a slow, steady climb and she had been right. It would take a long time to get anywhere with this, but I loved doing it. So, I was going to keep doing it.
After I was sitting at my desk for a while, a knock on the door came. “Hey,” my brother, Billy said as he entered. “How’s it going?”
“It’s ok,” I responded. My brother Billy was twenty-two, a star player on the Indiana football team, and we’d always been fairly close. But he was psychotically overprotective of me which had grown to become a huge problem over the years. But we still had some close ties.
“I heard that you and that jerk Jeremy broke up. You know how much I always hated that guy. What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “It’s over. And I don’t need you to approve of who I date.”
“Well, I was right, wasn’t I? The guy turned out to be a jerk. It just took you a while to realize it.”
“What the hell? Did you come in here to gloat?” I asked annoyed. “If so, you can take it somewhere else. I have things to do.”
“Ok, no problem,” he said. “I’m not gloating. I am just pointing out that when people who love you give you a heads up on something that maybe you should listen in the future. That’s all.”
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