“Didn’t feel a thing.” I said, my voice kind of smug and challenging at the same time.
“Neither did I.”
“You got to be firmer,” I reached out and punched a cow right in the nose where her tits were most obvious. I watched a spasm travel down her body. Then I circled her bra cup a couple of times, trying to get the lay of the land.
“I’ve got buttons,” she said.
“So I noticed”
“And they open.”
“Oh,” I reached over and did the five buttons on the blouse… pop, pop, pop.
Her eyes grew wide as if she couldn’t believe I was actually doing it.
Her hands came forward and she stroked my cock, which was now sticking out of the bottom of my boxers, causing panic in the flock of sheep printed on them.
“You like the feel of that,” I said.
“Yeah. My bra opens in the back.”
You need those kinds of directions these days with so many different ways of unhitching those thing. I unhitched and pulled her blouse open and part way out. Boy, did she have nice ones. I leaned up, smelling her luscious body. My lips found a nipple and worried it.
Her hand’s weren’t still either. At first they just kind of played with my dick … you know, pinching and stroking. A drop of my stuff spattered on the hairs on my inner thigh. I was really getting up. My teeth began to itch, a sure sign I was horny as hell.
I kissed her other tit, licking the little point and the shield until it was hard like my cock.
Her fingers moved up my crotch to the zipper. I stood absolutely still. I have a pretty good cock… well, good enough to stick out below my leg band. It’s got a nice cap to it, with, a hole right in the middle bi~ enough for me to empty my bladder with a thick stream of piss.
Dennise’s middle finger found the cum eye and began to circle it, while her other hand worked on my zipper. I could feel my fly opening and my cock dripping while my balls land of crawled.
She was in and grabbing at my cock as soon as she could. Those cool fingers felt soothing to my rod at first. Then she began to twist my skin around and back. She was just at my circumcision scar, with her thumb around my rod and the next finger under my cock arches. I let go another drop of that clear stuff.
She worked it into my cock.
“You gonna just play with that thing?”
“You want me to suck you off? She shivered as I used both hands to knead her breasts.
“Unless you can think of something better?”
“I got more buttons you know.”
I nodded and fumbled with her belt buckle. Then came the buttons. I only got down to number six when her skirt slid down her long legs to pool on the iron grill we were standing on.
Her panties were light green… as fresh as a spring growth. And I could see her growth as a dark shadow between her legs. The swelling of her pussy told me she was as hot as I was.
“Pull your panties down. I got something I want to stick in there.”
“Let me have a taste first.”
I went into my palms-on-ass routine again as she knelt on her skirt to protect her knees. She flipped my top button, giggled at the sheep gamboling on my boxers and pulled them down and away. My cock finally had a chance to pop up and did. She caught her breath. I guess I impressed her.
I watched as she licked her fingers and then stroked them along my cock to thy balls.
“A tongue’s better.”
She nodded, her eyes big with excitement. Then her pointed tongue whipped out as she bent her head down to lick on the very tip of my cock. Wow. And when she closed around my meat, that was even more wow.
Once she had me really wet, so much so that spit was dribbling off my balls and dropping down on my jeans, she stood up hooked her thumbs in her panties and shoved them down. I caught a flash of pink, the same color as surprise pink where her pussy gaped. She leaned back and grabbed the second pipe, spreading her legs wide and offering her cunt to me.
I had only one thing in mind at that moment… fucking cunt. I kind of cupped my balls in one hand and grabbed my dick right where it goes into my body with the other. Then I shook my meat at her. The pool of juice shook over the end and fell down to the grating.
Her eyes were half closed. She unclasped one hand from around the pipe and began to rub the drying spit I’d left on her fits in a circle. There was a kind of moan in the back of her throat.
I finally said, “You want this?”
“Yeah, right between the legs.”
Who says girls can’t talk dirty? I stepped forward as she bent backwards over the rail, her long blond hair brushing the upper pipe. I edge between her legs, my cock eye sniffing cunt. Then I touched it. I used my hand to wipe my dick up and down her cunt lips, just barely pressing between. Her lube was pretty heavy and had my tip all coated up in about two trips.
She stopped playing with her fits and said, “Fuck me, Hank. Shove that thing into me and make me gurgle.”
She wanted a lot. Even I didn’t have that much dick. But I bent down slightly and found the hole. Boy was that a hot first slide. She seemed to have a thousand fingers inside massaging my cock from all sides as I pushed it into her.
I could hear the squish as our juices mixed I couldn’t decide how anxious I was to get off. I mean I was anxious but not that anxious. I just fucked a few strokes up into her body. She found a way to move her hips that made us both feel good, because we were grunting a moaning.
I plowed the furrow long and deep. Just thinking about it gets me hard. She was good. Her cunt muscles seemed to be milking me like that cows on her chest never would be.
Dennise was the one who was hot, I guess, because she grabbed my hips and used her hands to drive my cock up into and out of her. She was a regular sex maniac. My balls were hitting my legs so hard I thought I’d pass out. But the pleasure was exquisite. Wow, the force was with me and gathering in my nuts.
I have a wide flange around my dick and it was scraping something. A rough thing bit into the bottom when I reached my full stroke.
I showed my appreciation, by putting my finger between us, finding her hood and pushing under it.
Dennise really went crazy then. And so did my nuts. They were jiggling and bouncing around. I knew I was close.
She must have too, because she tightened her cunt… if you can imagine that and we really banged together.
I grabbed her tits in both hands… the nipples making hot rivet holes in my palms… and massaged them.
We both moaned, off key and in different pitches.
I gasped as my nuts jumped and then began to pump. God, did I pump. I don’t know if I leaked out around the seal or what, but I swear I counted pecker tracks under the bridge when we finally came down. But right now, the only thins I was interested in was coming off. And did.
I was nearly through, but still pumping cock when she came off too. She wailed like a banshee. Boy did she have a good time. When we were both finished, I hugged her too me, allowing her tits to squash against my chest.
Then she became all business. “Next.”
Chapter 5
Martina Lopez does Italian I checked the tie of my blue wrap-tie blouse. As a business minor in advertising, I knew that first impressions count. I clutched the presentation notebook for the University Theatre’s Season in my right hand and opened the door to Pie in the Sky, a local Pizza parlor. That must be Alfredo Contra I said to myself remembering the name on my list. What a hunk and so young to own his own business.
Alfredo looked up and flashed me a big smile under his black moustache. His dark brown Latin eyes searched m~ from head to toe. I checked that the fly on my chocolate brown pants. I wish I’d worn a brown belt instead of black. Still, I didn’t look bad. He said, “Miss Lopez?”
“Yes, Martina. I’m here about the advertising for… “