You’re really tripping, I thought, as he walked around to the other side to get in. Get out! Get out now!
• • •
Needless to say, I didn’t get out but you knew that already. There would be no story to tell if I had gotten out. I just had to “live life on the edge.”
We ended up at his place, a very nice cottage-style house on the water. His place was decorated like a model home. He was way out of my league, that was for sure. I live over the local feed store in a one-room flat.
As soon as we were in the door good, Dean was all over me. When he gently slid his tongue in my mouth, I felt my pussy thumping. The difference between him and Perry a.k.a. Cherry Bomb was obvious from the very first second. He leaned into me and I felt his dick growing hard in his pants.
Dean pulled my T-shirt up while we continued kissing and pulled my tits out of my bra so he could caress them. I started calling on Jesus that he would swallow them whole. I’m not sure if it is just me—my friends and I never discuss sex since most of us lost our virginity to the same man—but my breasts are my weakness. Whenever I masturbate, all I need to do is concentrate on them and I have orgasms that make my eyes roll back up into my head.
Yep, he broke the kiss and started devouring my breasts. He sucked them so good and so hard that all I could do was hang on for the ride. I had never imagined a man so hungry, not even in my fantasies. We stood there in the doorway as I rubbed his head while he moved back and forth from tit to tit. It was amazing!
I have no clue how much time elapsed but he must have sucked on me for at least fifteen minutes before he finally picked me up and carried me upstairs. I locked my legs around his back and started kissing him again. He moaned. I moaned. We moaned in unison and then I almost freaked when he lowered me down on the steps halfway up and started going at my breasts again.
That did it. I exploded, right there in my jeans. He must have realized that I was experiencing aftershocks because he chuckled as he clamped down on my left nipple.
“You like that, huh?” he asked.
“Yes . . . I like that a lot,” I struggled to say with bated breath.
Dean grabbed me by the back of my head and licked my chin in one long, slow stroke. “Then you’re really going to love what I do next.”
“Oh, God!” I started shaking like a leaf. “You’re going to fuck me now, aren’t you?”
Dean shook his head and grinned. “No, not yet. I skipped dinner. You’re not going to deny a hungry man, are you?”
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed. “You’re going to eat me!”
Dean didn’t res
pond and I was too shocked to say anything else. Now Perry was known for a lot of things around Coosawhatchie but performing oral sex wasn’t one of them. In fact, most of the women in town wouldn’t perform oral sex on him, either. Unlike most situations where women have to wonder where else a man’s dick has been, we all saw each other on a damn near daily basis so there was no speculation there. Everyone made Perry use a condom and no one was trying to suck his dick . . . that I knew of. We did not discuss sex openly but that was common knowledge among the masses. Even the menfolk talked about that.
Dean unzipped my jeans and pulled them down halfway over my hips. He stuck his face down there, moved my panties to the side and, before I could blink twice, he was licking and slurping down there to the point where I had to clamp my hand over my mouth again to keep myself from screaming.
His tongue was warm, soft, and incredibly moving. He ate me like that for a few minutes and then pulled my right sandal off so that he could take my right leg out of my jeans and panties. Then he spread my legs open right there on the steps and really went to town on my pussy. I decided to let go, removed my hand, and screamed like there was no tomorrow.
I watched his head bob and weave up, down, and all around between my legs. I decided to try to do more than just lie there—I’ve heard how men despise that—so I started moving my hips to his rhythm and even put my foot up on the stair railing to get more leverage.
“Oh, yeah, you love this shit!” Dean said, obviously proud that he was turning my ass out. “You taste so damn good!”
Dean removed my other sandal and got my bottom half completely naked, then shocked me again by telling me to turn over.
“Right here on the steps?” I asked. “You’re not about to fuck me in the ass!”
Dean laughed. “I have the feeling that might be a little bit too much for you. At least for tonight.”
I sighed in relief and turned over, with pussy juices dripping all over him, me, and the steps.
I assumed he was going to fuck me from behind but, instead, he lifted up my ass and started eating my pussy from behind. His nose was buried in between my ass cheeks while for the next ten minutes he ate me like I was his last meal. By the time he was done, I couldn’t even move. My legs were weak so he finished carrying me to his bed.
His room was dark—only the moon shone slightly through the sheer curtains—but I still freaked when he started taking his dick out in the near blackness.
“Hold up,” I said. “Can you make it darker in here?”
He laughed. “Darker, why? I was actually planning to turn on the lights. I want to see every inch of you.”
“Oh, heavens no.” I sat up on my elbows. “I felt the size of your dick through your pants. If I actually see it coming toward me, I might faint.”