by Ford, Mia
I was going to come soon.
Paul dropped to his knees suddenly. He lifted my left leg up and draped it over his shoulder while he planted his face in my crotch and began to lick me senseless.
The moment his tongue touched my pussy my whole body began to quiver.
“Shit!” I said. “That’s it… oh, God that is good…”
I wasn’t normally so vocal during sex, but this was perhaps the most pleasure I’d ever felt. With Daniel I realized that something between us was missing. There was a spark, a passion, that we had lacked, but I’d never understood that until right then, being there with Paul.
I wasn’t sure why this was so much better, but the way he touched me sent shockwaves of blissing rippling through my whole being. His sweet, expertly skilled tongue was working its way in and out of me, keeping me off balance, moving, slipping, sliding against my walls, and jumping up to flick at my clit. Every time he hit that magic button I let out a little squeal involuntarily.
I was going to come soon. Oh, I wanted to release my entire load of pleasure all over his handsome face.
“Yeah, you like that?” Paul asked continuing to finger me. “God damn you taste so good.”
“Lick me!” I groaned. “I’m going to come!”
Paul planted his face back in my crotch and that exquisite tongue went to work on me again. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face deeper into me. I felt the orgasm coming. It felt like it was going to be huge. I hadn’t come in weeks, except by myself. But masturbating had always been a poor substitute for sex with me.
“Come for me,” Paul commanded. “I want to taste you so badly.”
Hearing those words was all it took.
“Shit!” I yelled as my dam of pleasure bursts and my juices drained all over Paul’s mouth. My inner walls started shaking and squeezing around his tongue and fingers. I wished so badly that his hard dick was in there right then, but something told me I was going to have a turn on that next.
Would I be able to climax again so soon? I’d never had that before. But then again Daniel had always been such a selfish lover.
“Damn…how good did that feel?” Paul asked. He was looking up at me, my juices running down his chin, a look of pure joy and contentment on his face. I’d never seen anything sexier or anyone I wanted more.
“Take me to the bedroom,” I answered.
Paul stood to his full height, bent down and kissed me hard on the lips and while still kissing me hoisted me up with his massive arms and carried me into the bedroom where he laid me down on his king sized bed.
The room was dark, except for some flecks of light peeking in under the blinds. I reached over and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table.
“I want to see everything…” I moaned.
Paul stood in front of me, an almost predatory look in his eyes. He was the hunter; I was the prey. And he was about to devour his prey. But I was about to devour him as well.
He was about to find out how aggressive I could really be.
I sat up in bed and grabbed Paul by the belt before he could say anything. Then I pulled him closer to the bed and adjusted myself so I was sitting right on the edge. I was now at the perfect height.
In a flash I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. Then I let go allowing his pants to drop to the floor around his ankles. He stepped out of the pants, kicked them to the side, and now he was standing there in all his glory wearing only a pair of black, silk, boxer shorts.
“Take them off,” Paul said.
I smiled with delight and proceeded to pull the boxers down off his hips, his ass, and finally beneath his crotch where his rock hard dick sprang free from its cage almost hitting me in the face. I let go of the boxers and they dropped to the floor as well.
Now Paul was fully nude. The realization made me feel faint for a minute. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me and I felt for a moment that I was really going to pass out. I reached out and grabbed Paul’s hips one hand on each side, steadying myself.
The faint feeling passed soon. My entire being was now focused on his amazing prick that was perched right in front of my gaping mouth. It was beautiful. His dick was long, thick, fully engorged, and ready to take me. And I was ready to take him.
“Do you want me to suck it?” I purred, licking my lips. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes…” Paul groaned.
I was now stroking his cock, trying to fit my slim fingers around his massive tool. To my surprise it was responding by growing even harder and thicker. It was going to be a massive undertaking, but I was not nervous about it.
Leaning in I held the cock close to my face, took a good whiff of it. Paul’s scent was like the cologne of the Gods to my senses. Every single fiber of my being was being lit up and turned on by it.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to taste him.
Pulling his cock between my lips I pushed down with my mouth just enough to allow the tip to rest in my warm, wet, mouth. The taste was exquisite. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before, albeit I’d only really given oral to two other men and I’d never wanted to give oral this badly before. But my body almost… craved it… Like Paul’s taste was a drug to me and I just suddenly could not live another moment without getting that injected into me.
I rolled my tongue over and under the head of Paul’s cock a few times. The lightheaded sensation came over me again and I moaned into it, allowing it to take me. It was just my mind trying to deal with this amazing experience.
“Shit…” Paul groaned.
I loved the encouragement.
I opened my mouth a bit wider and brought more of his length into my mouth. God, he was big. My jaws were almost aching from the stretching they were receiving, but I wasn’t going to let a little bit of pain stop me. I would get used to it.
I was already thinking of how my pussy was going to be pounded, stretched, and demolished by this fantastic tool of fuck. I was getting so wet again. I realized I was going to come again tonight. And I wanted it to be with Paul’s rigid member buried deep inside of my tight hole.
He owned it tonight. I belonged to him. And that was exactly how I wanted it.
Paul was now almost all the way into my mouth. I’d let myself get used to him and now I was moving up and down on his cock at a fairly consistent pace. My tongue savored the flavor, which somehow grew even more intense.
“Fuck, you taste so good…” I said pulling my mouth off his cock and giving it a few strokes.
I slid my tongue up the underside of his cock slowly, licking it like some kind of amazing popsicle from the bottom to the top and then I wrapped my mouth back over the head and proceed to swallow him whole once more.
Paul’s hand was resting on the back of my head, guiding me, not pushing me, letting me take all the control, but I could tell that he was fighting the urge to force me down all the way, so I decided to save him the trouble.
I took a deep breath through my nose and then shoved my head down as far as I could on his massive girth, almost to the very base and then I held my mouth there, steadying myself on Paul’s hips with my hands.
“Fuck!” Paul groaned.
I could feel his whole body tensing up and for a moment I thought he might blow his entire wad down my throat. It would have been fine. I wanted to taste all of him I could, even though I’d never swallowed anyone’s load before, not even that jerk Daniel. I’d never found the taste that appealing, but with Paul I wanted to try it. I needed to taste him and swallow every single drop of his elixir.
But I wanted to ride him even more. My pussy was screaming for it.
I was gushing wet again, my juices starting to overflow out of me and dribbling down my inner thigh.
The thought of fingering myself was so tempting, but I knew I would come in minutes. And I wanted to wait. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms I had in me and I wanted the next one to be with Paul deep inside of me pounding me like there was no
tomorrow.
I moved my head up and down very quickly and in very short movements so that Paul was still buried deep in my mouth almost reaching down my throat.
“That’s it, baby!” Paul yelled.
I knew if I kept this up he was going to come. And I could feel my gag reflex finally starting to kick in so I pulled back on Paul’s shaft and let it plop out of my mouth, a thick coat of my spit all over it.
My hand was still stroking him up and down and I added a bit of my other hand to cup his aching nut sack. I was careful to be gentle, but not too gentle. His balls were so big, massive. They felt like huge, soft marbles in my hands.
I leaned back on the bed right then, fully exposing myself to Paul. My legs were opened wide, ready for him to enter me.
“Fuck the shit out of me,” I commanded.
Paul moaned like a hungry beast and quickly climbed on top of me. He shoved his huge dick hard inside my pussy and began to ride me furiously. I tensed up slightly expecting it to hurt, but I was so wet he slid in easily. And Paul was so turned on; he wanted me so badly that he was like a man possessed.
And that was just the way I wanted it.
I needed it rough. I wanted him to take me like a cave man who would not be denied. This was primal. This was fucking at its most basic, brutal level.
And God it felt good.
Paul had filled me up with his large dick. I was stretched to the maximum, every single sweet spot being triggered with almost every single thrust of his cock. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, my hands grabbing behind his head, holding on for dear life as he pounded away at me.
“Fuck, you are so tight!” Paul growled.
“Yes! Fuck me! Harder!” I gasped between moans of ecstasy.
Paul took the challenge and began to pile drive me even harder, and deeper. I couldn’t believe I was able to take his entire length, his total girth inside my wetness. But I was doing it. Barely. If he’d been any larger (if such a thing were humanly possible) then he would have been too big.
He grabbed my legs suddenly, pulled them off his waist and slung them both over his shoulders. Then he slid even closer to me and began pushing his cock harder and deeper inside. He was slamming into my farthest wall.
And it was Heaven.
I was going to come. I knew it. I could feel it building up inside of me.
“I’m… coming…oh… fuck…” I gasped.
“Do it! Come on that cock for me!” Paul yelled.
And I did.
“SHIT!” I yelled loudly. I didn’t mean to scream that loudly, but at that moment I was fully incapable of controlling the volume of my voice or really controlling any part of my body.
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave echoing throughout my entire being. My whole body was quaking, shaking, quivering, and vibrating against Paul’s muscular form. He held on and continued to pound into my aching pussy, which had grown even tighter during the orgasm and was now clutching his cock with a brutal grip and jerking up and down on it as if trying to milk him dry of every ounce of man juice he had built up.
And it worked.
“FUCK!” Paul screamed close to my ear.
A split second later I felt him release his entire load into me, his cock spurting over and over again. I usually couldn’t really feel it when a man came inside of me, but I felt Paul.
My body attacked his cum almost like a rabid animal, as if it knew that it needed it. This was the thing I’d been missing my whole life. And now here it was.
Paul gave me one final groan as he tried to push once more inside of me but he was now done. His body could do no more and he stopped moving, his sweaty, fully taxed, glistening muscles were all tapped out. The only sound in the room now were the gasping from our heavy breathing.
We were both completely spent.
“Wow…” Paul said resting his head on my chest, my breasts making comfortable pillows for him, our sweat mingling together.
“Fuck yeah…” I said.
I didn’t usually curse much, but at a time like this there was not much else I could verbalize.
“That was wild,” Paul said. “I’m not just saying this, but that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. Shit…”
I laughed still trying to catch my breath.
“Tell me about it,” I replied.
Paul rolled off of me then to my left side and draped an arm over me pulling me over to him so that my head was now resting on his heaving chest. I could hear his heart beating fast, strong, steady. His breathing moving in and out as his body started to come down. My endorphins were raging fully through my body and I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to come down.
But I did.
And I had the best sleep I could ever remember lying there with my head resting on Paul’s chest.
Chapter Eight
PAUL
I grabbed my lunch from the fridge and sat down at my usual spot in the cafeteria. This was always my favorite part of the day, not just because I got to relax and eat, but it meant the day was a bit more than half over. Just four more hours and I would leave the factory and go home to do some writing. Maybe some reading.
As far as jobs went the factory wasn’t too bad. It was honest, steady work, I had made some friends with most of the guys, and so far I hadn’t seen any hint of retaliation from the fight I had with the man I now referred to as Tuna, for obvious reasons.
As I unwrapped my cold cut sandwiches my thoughts kept drifting to the Halloween Party, and that night with Debbie. It was insane. I had gone to the party just expecting to maybe meet someone interesting, or at least just have some fun. And I had met a woman I was now thinking about non-stop.
What did this mean? Was I actually falling for a girl I’d just met and had one night with? A girl that I had not heard from all weekend? I wanted to text her and call her, but I was playing it kind of cool. I had an amazing night and I thought she did too. After all we’d both admitted to each other right after when the passion was still riding hot, that it was the best sex ever.
I still believed that. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good Debbie felt, how intense she was, the passion she exuded matching my own. It was unreal, like something you’d see in a movie but never thought would be close to the real thing. It was far better.
“So, how’s it going, man?”
Chuck Conway sat down beside me with his lunch and began emptying the contents of his brown bag on the table.
“Oh, pretty good,” I replied. “I mean I could complain but there is no point.”
“I heard that,” Chuck said. “So, what did you get into this weekend?”
I almost laughed at the phrasing.
“I went to that Halloween Party,” I said.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve been to that a time or two,” Chuck said. “I couldn’t convince my girlfriend to go this year.”
“It was a hoot,” I said.
“Good to hear it,” Chuck said. “Some of the other guys were saying how it was the best party in years.”
“Then I’m definitely glad I went,” I said.
“They were also telling me that they saw you getting very friendly with the hottest girl there,” Chuck said with grin before taking a big bite of his sandwich.
I smiled.
“People talk, I guess.”
“Come on, my life is boring. Give me some details,” Chuck continued to fish.
“You need to find a hobby or something,” I said.
Chuck was a good guy as far as I knew, but I didn’t know him that well. And I wasn’t in the habit of revealing much of myself to people until I knew them like family, and I especially didn’t like talking about my personal life with hardly anybody. Hell, I didn’t usually talk about that with my own parents. I’d always been that way.
But I had revealed a bit of myself to Debbie. Not much, but more than I usually did to someone I’d just met. I wasn’t sure why. There was something so special about that girl. I knew I was falling in lov
e with her. I could not get her out of my mind and I desperately wanted to speak with her. But I didn’t really know how she felt and I really felt it best to just keep it casual for a bit and allow things to develop naturally.
I was planning to call her the next day. I figured I’d call to chat a minute and maybe invite her out to dinner. I wasn’t really a typical dinner and movie date type of guy, but with this girl the idea sounded fun. It sounded normal and like a really great evening.
And afterwards we’d see how the rest of the night played out.
“I’ve got hobbies, but they are boring, too,” Chuck laughed.
“It sounds like your hobbies are your girlfriend’s hobbies. Am I right?” I asked.
Chuck sighed. And then admitted “Yes, you are right.”
I shook my head.
“Buddy, you got to get your own life separate from hers. That is one of the most important parts of a relationship-time apart.”
Chuck considered my words for a moment.
“I agree with that, but my girlfriend is just too clingy for that. I mean, she wants to spend every waking minute with me when we aren’t at work.”
I laughed. “Don’t know what to tell you, pal.”
That wasn’t exactly true. I could have gone on for a while longer trying to help Chuck fix his life, but that wasn’t really my thing. Offering advice to people was something I didn’t even like to do. Maybe it was because I had a problem asking other people for help to begin with. It was just in my nature to fix things on my own.
I finished my lunch and was just about to head back to work when my phone vibrated.
It was a text from Debbie.
Hey, how’s it going? So, my cousin has tickets to the Josh Turner concert tonight in Friedmont. She has to work and can’t go, would you like to go with me?
I smiled. It sounded like a great evening. I was not the biggest country music fan in the world, but Josh Turner was pretty good. He had a good sound with some blues and Gospel thrown in there for good measure.
And being with Debbie was a good bonus, of course.