I worked the tip of my tongue around the tip, circling the bulbous head with the front and back of my tongue before working my way down his shaft.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” he said suddenly, yanking himself away from me.
I pouted at him.
“I hadn’t even gotten a good taste,” I teased.
He wrinkled his nose at me.
“That’s okay,” he murmured, stalking forward once again. “It’s your turn now.”
He stalked me.
As he moved forward, I moved backwards, putting more room in between us.
I did it with a smile on my face, though, which let him know that I was playing, and not scared.
“You’re sure you want to play that way?” He asked carefully.
I blinked, and then lifted up onto my knees before turning my back to him.
Then, slowly, I lifted my shirt off my body, revealing my bare back to his gaze.
Then I slowly bent at the hips, waggling my butt at him.
“Well, big boy. You told me you had all the grand plans, yet I don’t see you putting them into action,” I teased.
Then he leaned forward, grasped my hips, and yanked me back until I was on the edge of the bed.
“This time,” he rasped against the skin of my back. “I let you play your games. You’ve pretty much ruined my control, though.”
Then I heard the foil of the condom ripping and looked over my shoulder in time to see him work the latex over his impressive cock.
I licked my lips before dropping down to let all my weight rest on my shoulders.
My hands were stretched out in front of me, grasping the pillow at the top of the bed.
His rough palm smoothed down my back, starting at the top of my spine, and running it down until it came to a rest just above the top of my ass.
And as if in a dream, he lifted his hand and slapped my ass.
I gasped, moving away from him slightly, but his hands were quick.
They grasped my waist and pulled me back into positon.
“Whoops,” he teased.
I bit my lip to keep my moan of anticipation from bursting free.
Then he lined the head of his sheathed cock up with my entrance, and slowly started to sink his fat dick inside of me.
I felt full.
In fact, I’d felt full before he’d even gotten halfway in.
Then, by the time he got to three quarters of the way, I was already coming.
He froze, letting the pulsing spasm of my pussy clench and unclench around him for long moments before he started to sink slowly inside the rest of the way.
I was panting once he got his entire length inside of me. So full that I could barely draw a complete breath.
I swear I could feel him up by my navel.
But that had to be impossible…right?
He didn’t give me much more time to think about it, though.
He made sure of it as he started to pull out all the way before he sank slowly back inside.
“You feel like heaven right now, and I’m not even bare inside of you. Jesus, this condom is the only thing keeping me from blowing my load way too early,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
I couldn’t answer him. I was too busy focusing on me and how good I felt.
“Yes! God, yes Foster,” I yelled, head thrown back in delight.
“Yes, Foster. Yes!” Boris echoed from the living room, causing us both to freeze.
Me with my head thrown back, and Foster with his cock half in, half out, of my pussy.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded with him.
He slowly started forward again, pushing into me slowly at first before he picked the speed back up.
Soon my moans were back up to par, and Foster was back into his rhythm.
My eyes were closed, and I was too busy focusing on the way his fat cock head rubbed that spot inside of me that made me want to scream in ecstasy to think about anything else.
His hands took hold of my hips as he started to thrust faster. Harder.
His balls started to smack against me, hitting my clit with each thrust of his hips, causing that orgasm that I thought wasn’t going to get there in time to start barreling towards me at a breakneck speed.
I licked my lips as I started to push back at him, reaching between my legs to press my clit with my fingers, working it in slow, circular motions.
Then his fingers started to rub my perineum, and I exploded.
Literally exploded.
I saw stars as my pussy clamped down hard on the intruder inside of me.
He groaned as he, too, started to come.
“Go, Foster! Harder, Foster!” Boris sang.
His cock jerking inside of me as he worked me in slow, short thrusts.
My pussy was still pulsing as he rode me expertly with his cock, hitting just the right place that prolonged my orgasm into something more.
But just as suddenly as it came, it left me.
Panting and sweating.
“That bird…” Foster said from his collapsed state beside me.
His cock was pointed at the ceiling, and his spent release was gathered in the tip of the condom.
He didn’t seem concerned, though.
So I didn’t say anything either.
“The bird is weird,” I said finally.
He snorted. “You can say that again.”
“Boom goes the dynamite!” Boris sang.
Fucker.Chapter 15A real best friend makes your family question your sexuality.
-Fact of life
Foster
“At least you didn’t lose your penis in the accident, too,” Blake said helpfully.
I looked over at her and glared.
She giggled and sat up before she started to work my pants loose.
“It’s easier if you take the blade off,” I told her.
So she did.
She’d really been paying attention the other day at the fitting. She’d watched, learned, and comprehended everything that was said and done.
“How do you take a shower?” She asked. “With it on or off?”
I pointed to a pair of crutches in the corner. “Off. And I use the crutches.”
She started removing my prosthesis, and before I knew it, I was laid bare before her.
“You know,” she said, tracing the scar along my lower leg. “This isn’t as small as I thought it’d be. Do you work it out as you would your other leg?”