| Straight: True Stories: Nancy (2/3) |
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against my upper thigh, rubbed herself up-and-down against the muscle and denim. She wrapped both arms around my head, crushed my mouth and teeth and tongue against her hungry tit. It would have marks and bruises before the morning was over.
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“You have on too many clothes,” she said, tearing at my shirt. “What about you?” I asked, helping with the shirt.
“I just have on one clothes,” she said.
“It’s one too many,” I informed her; reached for the other catch at the top of her chest. She danced away. “Let me.”
She folded one arm underneath her ample boobs, released the second catch, letting the bib fall down, uncovering her magnificent tits: cherry sized nipples, round-brown areolae. The heft was perfect: nipples pointing slightly upward. She danced around twice on tiptoes. I watched, transfixed, those beauties jump … she laughed a deep throaty laugh. She backed away, pushed things down past her flared hips … stopped just at the top of the tuft of blond hair at the bottom of her torso. She reached a hand into the folds of the overalls; subtly spread her upper legs … “I played with myself waiting for you,” she said, her eyes locked with mine. I knew she was now, playing with herself … “I couldn’t wait. I thought about you finally fuckin’ me; finally feeling your cock inside me. I couldn’t wait, I played with myself!” Her face took on an urgent look. “Fuck me! Fuck me now!” She withdrew the finger, extended it toward me, my mouth … the taste of her juices on her finger. She frantically divested herself of the denim, stepped out of the puddle of cloth on the floor … naked. “I want to play with you,” I said, reaching for her body. “Later,” she said. “I can’ t wait! We can play later!”
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She sat on the deck rail, slid her ass and hips and legs forward. Her open, waiting pussy waited at exactly cock height. She braced her weight with one hand and arm, opened herself with the fingers of the other hand. We both watched with held breath my engorged cock slowly disappear into the depths of her … listened to the sound of hard entering wet. “Fuck me hard,” she screamed. “Hard, do me hard!”
I pounded my cock into her, felt and heard my scrotum slap against her legs and ass. She made grunting, moaning sounds on each stroke, each time I bottomed out in the depths of her warm and wet orifice. She started a high, keening wail … her eyes glazed over. I felt the first of the flow of cum coating my still hard cock, running down the swell of her ass, down onto her legs, onto the deck itself. She reached, caught my ass on the forward stroke, “Don’t move! Don’t move! Stay in me! Stay hard in me!” She squeezed with muscles deep inside her pussy that I had forgotten existed, squeezed my cock … started the eruption. “I’m cummin’ …” I shouted, clutching her chest, her tits, against me. “In my pussy!” She bit my shoulder, left teeth marks. “Inside me … cum inside me!
My cum came in spasms, a series of explosions. Too much for her to |
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