EROTICA IN THE AFTERNOON

He was a bulky man. One of those with large shoulders, so large they bent forward slightly. His very tall body narrowed at the hips, but stretched down on long muscled legs. She had got a guitar shaped body, full bosom of round breasts and round bottom. They found themselves in a bed. A lush one, fluffy with silk thick duvet. Theyd desired each other for a long time now, finally come to where theyd wished since the first sight. Undress. He commanded simply. She did. Willingly. The top over her head revealed large dusky nipples, pebbled under his glare. The legging rid away, her panties blotted. One look at him and she saw his pants bulked with his straining erection. Kneeling in front of her he filled his mouth with her breast, suckling, nipping, licking. So delicious. She reveled in it.

He shifted his mouth to the other breast, his big, strong hands tearing her lacy panties. He lifted his head. She looked at him. The head of his fat hard cock came up from his waistband, gleaming in the dim room. She wanted to cover it with her mouth. Turn to the headboard and sit on your heels. He issued the new command. As she performed it, he came behind her posting himself in the same position. She felt the heat of his body next to hers and her desire intensified. His open mouth landed on the curve of her neck, sucking the sensitive skin, shuttling her high, as her head fell back. His big hands cupped her lush breasts, pinching the nipples with agonizing insistence. She gasped as heat pooled at her vulva. The big hands left her breasts and went to his fly. He freed his engorged member, as it popped out and reposed on her back, hot, hard, velvety. He moved and encased it under her sex. She looked down. The fat head and a good part of the stem came to her view. For pitys sake, he was enormous! His arms howled her waist, gluing her to him. Handle it! He directed. Her palm circled the hot hardness and caressed it, her thumb strolling at the tip, which started to weep. Oh, yes! He approved. I can feel the blood rushing in it, the tip getting hotter and eager! He murmured in her ear and worsened her hunger for it. Then one of his hands covered her breast, teasing; the other slid down to her swollen button, his forefinger circling it maddeningly. His open mouth found the other side of her neck. She was being bombarded on all fronts, she didnt stand a chance, she thought, moaning. She tilted her bottom to him, pleading satisfaction; all she wanted was to be filled by that fat hard penis and be happy. But he pretended not to understand her body language. Instead, he stopped bullying her clit when she was on the verge of explosion, leaving her annoyingly dissatisfied. His hand came between them, his thick mid finger stabbed her wet, melting entrance and delved deep in her. It filled her almost completely. She wondered what his hard prick would do then. Her breasts pinched, her neck sucked, her vagina penetrated. She was going to die, certainly. Her orgasm came closer and closer and she wanted it badly. Again he frustrated her and froze his movements. His finger left her. His mouth abandoned her. His hand went away. His hard member exited her hand. They werent touching at all. All stilled for several seconds and she wondered if she would leave here unfulfilled. But In a quick movement, his hand grabbed his hard-as-steel penis, positioned it at her vagina and penetrated her deep, so deep that she almost melted. His hands closed on her upper thighs for impulse and he thrust in her hard, fast, tearing her with big, fat pleasure. Ah! Your tunnel is so hot and wet! He continued his dirty talk and moved ahead. Im getting harder!

She gasped, she moaned, she craved. Tilting up her bottom, she gave him more access and he tore at her further. And further still. The head is weeping! He informed her, in hard breaths. Oh, your cunt is going to be the end of me! He thrust and withdrew. Thrust and withdrew. Thrust and withdrew. Deeper and deeper, opening her, plowing her more and more. She sensed the heat hotter, her body wetter, the wave approached. And she exploded in a succession of contractions that blinded her with pleasure in a scream of relief. He left her without spilling. He grasped her waist and lay her back on the bed. He came in between her legs. Looking down she saw his wet steel-hard warhead pointing at her. Look! He commanded. Soon Ill wash you over! My cum is travelling already! And then he dipped in her moisten heat once more, stretching her, filling her, tearing her with surging pleasure all over again. He surged and moved and plowed and thrust over and over. His mouth reached her breast and suckled it hard, feeding her heat higher and higher. She arched and moved with him, wanting him further, deeper. Ah, youre wet and tight! Hum, hum, hum! He forced deeper. At last her orgasm fired again as she squeezed him tight. This is not fair! Youre going to milk me so soon! The warhead moved in between grunts, faster, harder. Faster and harder. He arched his back in a grunting scream and inundated her with a flood of sperm coming in several boiling gushes as he trust to the hilt until he became empty. Ah, this could last forever! And moved a couple of times more until he became completely satisfied. He took his member out of her, wet, spent and fallen flaccid between his powerful legs, as she dripped the remains of his cum on the duvet.

Lisa Torquay April, 2013