Fuck her

I didn’t need two sexually dominant women in my life. Carmencita Ibanez was quite enough. That must have been the source of my discomfort toward her. At least that is what I told myself as I forcefully rose to my feet, wrenching free from Laura’s hands, straightened up, aimed, and thrust myself in. She whimpered and smiled delightedly.

I grabbed her hips to gain leverage, and she surprised me again, pulling me by my collar into a kiss. It was a step further than I expected, but no matter. I reciprocated gladly, soon wrestling with her tongue for who got to probe who. I saw the merit of letting her do the orders for desert: our aftertastes of whatever ice-cream it was suited each other marvellously.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deep inside her, my cock buried to the root in her pussy. Still sucking each other’s faces, rutting became a game of seeing how much I could pull out for each thrust before she shoved me back in. Someone walked by on the edge of my vision, and I momentarily allowed myself to think of where I was. That is when I noticed Laura was trying to get me to fuck her in sync with the background music. I fought her just to be contrary.

Wanting to get my hands on her tits again, I made to push her away just a few inches. She resisted, apparently hell-bent on impressing me with her unending **** of my mouth with hers. At last she relented, but immediately lay down on the table and started rubbing her clit, placing her bosoms just out of reach. The sight of her melons spreading out across her entire chest and shimmying to the rhythm of my cock and the beat was irresistible. I leaned forward to get a feel.

Her fleshy bags of goodness and the tight wetness all around my cock became my entire universe for several seconds. I only spared a thought every now and then for the mild annoyance of Laura’s clothes. Her tits were lovely, smooth, meaty and warm, and her pussy even lovelier, but I yearned to explore the rest of her, and the coarse fabric of her trousers and jacket felt a little like prisons. Why wear clothes? I’m already in your most intimate bits, so why can’t I have the rest as well?

Laura made herself come. It wasn’t me especially; it certainly helped, I suppose, that my dick was in her. But she did most of the work. She had herself spasming all around me and in my palms still gripping her boobs long before I was close. After that I felt she looked at me as bonus sensation, still going at her cunt strong.

It was during the aftermath of my own release that I noticed her staring at me. I came inside her, spewing cum in her pussy, one spurt, then two, all the way to six, each time burning at the base and the tip of my cock. And then it registered that she’d been watching me constantly ever since she broke the kiss. She had very big eyes, come to think of it. And dark; not the kind you expect to hypnotize you.

“Frank Oliver,” she said slowly, “Tell me, exactly what possessed you to lick Carmencita’s pussy?”