“So I can’t think you’re fucking perfect?”
She only smiled and didn’t speak, because her pussy tightened and started to clench around my cock, her orgasm hitting her harder than the first two.
I couldn’t hold off anymore. The moan she made as she came had my balls tighten and the heavenly tightness around my cock pushed me to the edge .
I saw stars. The dam broke. I exploded inside her and I knew that my life was never going to be the same again.
PARTFOUR
Kitty
Neva commented on my freshly fucked look.
It was difficult to wash it off my face after three orgasms and having introduced my vagina to the biggest cock it had ever met, with the very strong likelihood that there was going to be a repeat in just another few minutes, because I had a feeling that Nicky would be on time, or early.
He’d left my flat after kissing the life out of me, his hands just not able to stop touching, including cupping my pussy and getting her all excited that another round was about to happen very soon.
I knew I had a high sex drive. I’d had one boyfriend who’d ended it because he felt I emasculated him. I’d initiate sex, and he’d be either too tired or not in the mood. He blamed it on his job, that he was too stressed and busy. I blamed it on our lack of chemistry and ended it.
What had happened with Nicky was not expected. We’d known each other for years. He was a quiet guy, who was kind and lovely and polite – exactly the sort of boy my mother would love. What occurred on my sofa was unexpected.
In the best possible way.
I checked my reflection. I’d baked pizzas for us, we weren’t going out, so I’d put on the shortest skirt I owned, one I should’ve given to a charity shop to be bought by a twelve year old girl, and a top that I’d had since I was about that age, only now I had bigger boobs, and the top had been washed a few times.
You could see the colour of my nipples through it, and given I was ready and raring to go for another round, they were also hard.
I felt naughty in the best possible way. I was also anticipating Nicky losing his shit when he saw me and us not making it to the bedroom again, not for the first time. For a good boy, he had a bit of a dirty mouth, and I was interested to see exactly how that developed.
My doorbell rang twice, which was what I’d told him to do as I wasn’t going to answer to anyone else looking like this. I checked the camera and saw it was him, and that no one had tagged along, although the only person who liked to crash other people’s plans was Jude, and he was in Ibiza.
I went down the stairs, feeling the draught whip under my skirt, and opened the door as narrowly as I could so Nicky could squeeze in.
“Fuck.” He looked me up and down, closing the door and leaning his back against it. “Turn around and walk up those stairs.”
I knew why he was asking. He’d be able to see straight up my skirt.
So I obliged.
He didn’t start to follow me until I hit the seventh step, but I’d heard him curse and murmur a few words that I didn’t catch other than I had no idea what he was going to do to me.
“Promises, promises.” I stopped to turn around and look at him, every fibre in my body was humming with fiery need.
His eyes were a furnace.
I was going to burn.
“Stand there.”
His voice was thick with want.
“Here?” I went up another couple of stairs. “Or here?”
“Don’t fucking move.” Words that sounded like velvet tied me to that step.
My nipples rubbed against the tightness of the top. It was cropped when I was a kid, so now it was short enough to stop where it showed a centimetre of the bottom of my breasts.
Nicky walked up each step slowly, his eyes diving from my face to my tits to the bottom of my skirt.
