Sweet Obsession

We’d landed at the cabin the night before her birthday with plans to fly back to Vegas the next day. That night she’d made me stay up with her until midnight, at which time we toasted her new adulthood. She’d been a bit melancholy after her first glass and started crying after the second. It was then I learned the truth.

The truth about everything, why she went to her second-choice pick that was five hours away instead of her first choice, which was less than an hour away from the house where she could’ve stayed in the dorms or at home as she wished. And why she’d burst into tears and pleaded with me not to throw her away after I got married to Rene. To say I was livid after the drunken rant is an understatement of monumental proportion.

She turned in my arms when the water grew cold and brought me back to the present, where I lifted her out of the water and took her back to bed after drying her off. This time I spread her out at the edge of the bed and got down on the floor between her spread thighs. I lifted her legs in the air, spreading her open for my tongue and lips to feast.

GARRICK

Her pussy is truly a thing of beauty. The thick fat lips stick close to her body, her gash a long pink slit with hints of red beneath the pale skin inside and a pudendum that defies all reason with its plump ripeness. I enjoyed it now as her belly button ring swayed and jostled against her tummy with every lick I took of her clit.

I wet two fingers in my mouth, then eased them between her thick folds while sucking her clit into my mouth and lathing it with my tongue until she squealed and bore down on my fingers. I stood to my feet naked, my cock jutting out from my body between us, her eyes glazing over when she saw how hot and hard I was for her virgin pussy.

I kept ahold of her ankles, spreading them even wider as I dipped my hips and let my cock find its way in. It was hard enough to get the job done on its own, hard enough to pound nails if needed. She winced and moaned as my girth stretched her pussy walls, and I could feel the warm silk of her insides wrap around my steel-hard shaft.

I fucked in slowly then pulled out again, teasing her because I knew she liked it hard and fast. Her thighs and tummy jiggled when I slammed my cock into her at the end, and she cooed at me while her pussy wept.

I love the way she lifted her head to look down between her thighs as my cock disappeared inside her again. “Amazing?” Her fat pussy swallowed my rod almost to the root, but I was saving that for later. Later, once she’s been fucked a couple more times after I’ve opened her up some more, I want in her womb. I figure that should be by the end of our last night here, which is a good three days away.

Right now, I was bottoming out in her pussy, reaching the very end without going past her cervix, and she’s already crying out from the pain, so I imagine after her first womb fuck, she’s going to be in trouble. Now she’s staying right there with me, stroke for stroke, pound for pound.

One of her little hands came down again and went after her clit with a vengeance which made my cock act the hell up inside her, and it was all I could do not to go too far. Instead, I searched out and found her sweet spot. “Nnnnnnngggggg!” Her sweet sounds of pleasure filled the air as her eyes rolled back in her head, and she opened her mouth and screamed.

A warm gush of pussy juice squirted out of her and onto my stomach, dousing my pubic hair and hers as her body shook with aftershocks for pleasure and pain. I could watch her like this all day. Listen to that kittenish mewling sound she makes when her pussy is feeling good.

Pretty soon, it was too much, and I was offloading inside her once again without giving any thought to protecting her from pregnancy. In fact, not since the first time have I given any serious thought to it, and neither has she. I let my cock marinate in our juices until he grew soft, and I pulled out, waiting for the tsunami to unleash. I was not disappointed.

I like that she didn’t jump up from the bed and rush to the bathroom to get cleaned up when she felt our combined juices running down her legs. She’s the first woman I’ve fucked without a condom except for a few mistakes in my early youth that I learned never to repeat in my adulthood. No close calls, but the potential was there and would’ve remained had I kept playing roulette with my dick.