Scott opened the door to the small apartment he and Amy shared in Boston’s North End. “Hey, baby how was your field hockey game?” he asked and looked around. He was answered by a hand firmly clasping his right ass cheek. “It was good, but not as good as this is going to be” she said in her musical voice.
He smelled her before he saw her: the floral scent she wore daily and underneath the earthy yet refreshing musk of her sweat. She stepped around to face him. Her chestnut brown hair, bleached blonde at the ends, fell to her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face. Her big brown eyes sparkled at him underneath her bangs and her sensuous pink lips curved in a smile.
She pressed the flat of her hand against the crotch of his khakis. His half-hard cock ached with longing. “Someone’s glad to see me.” She grasped it between her thumb and two fingers and squeezed the shaft slowly yet firmly right beneath the head. It grew harder and more swollen.
She was wearing a loose canary yellow jersey. Although not visible now, Scott knew her last name, Jennings, and her number, 6, were prominent on the back. She wore no shoes, but tight white socks covered her feet and shapely calves, ending a few inches below her knees with a red stripe around the top of both.
He could see her ample, milky thighs extending upwards, covered by a green plaid skirt. Seizing his chance, he moistened his lips and pressed them to hers. Her brown eyes looked deeply into his, which were green, the color of moss on a stone. Their mouths opened and closed and as their tongues circled around each other his hand reached around and underneath her skirt to grasp one of her soft buttocks, his fully extended fingers conforming to its generous curves.
Meanwhile she pulled his dark blue polo shirt up and over his head. His golden-tinged orange hair, just long enough to cover his ears, now pointed every which way. He was not muscular but there was some definition to his biceps and pecs, atop which sat his nipples and their pink areolae, the size and shape of quarters. His belly protruded from above his waist slightly due to the 20 odd extra pounds he carried but it was flush with his ribs, still slightly visible.
He maneuvered her into a horizontal position on the black leather sofa in their living room. His hands felt warm and strong on her ass and waist as he knelt between her splayed thighs. His mouth moved from hers to kiss the sides of her neck down to her shoulders and back up again, nibbling her earlobes. As he teased her exquisitely sensitive ears with puffs of hot air her own breath quickened.
He now reached between her legs to rub her mound at the top of her cleft through her white cotton panties, still slightly moist with fragrant sweat; around and around in slow strokes, then up and down, working the thin fabric between her labia and into her cunt. She moaned with delight as her panties grew wetter still.
Scott took this opportunity to pull off Amy’s knee socks one-by-one with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. He paused only briefly to cup each foot, not overly delicate but well formed, toenails painted a deep red. While he did this she propped her top half up from the sofa with her arms. Now it was his turn to moan as she kissed, sucked, and gently bit his chest all over, leaving pink and red marks on his pale white flesh. She paid special attention to his nipples, using her hands as well as her mouth, pinching, pulling, and twisting them.
He pulled her top off and tossed it across the room, along with her sturdy sports bra. Her tits were amazing: large, surely DD’s, yet very round, seeming almost spherical, resting high on her chest. He grabbed one in each hand and squeezed. They were so soft, he wondered how they managed to be so perky too. As he squeezed and fondled them he worked his way down her neck to her chest with his mouth. He took in her rack with his eyes, so big, so round, so perfect. They were mostly as white as the rest of her except for some freckles and blue veins.
Her red areolae were the size of silver dollars and only sparsely texture by raised lines and bumps. Her nipples were the size of his index fingertips. He licked and sucked each in turn. They quickly hardened in his mouth, now jutting out prominently.
She unzipped his pants and pulled them off along with his colorful boxers. At this point he was near maximum arousal and his cock stood arcing up and out from his pubic bone, his balls compact at the base of the shaft. It was about six inches long and girthier than most due to the disproportionately large head, now a deep purplish red. In fact it could be seen to twitch slightly, like when she touched it just now. She grabbed his shaved balls and squeezed, but not too hard, tugging on them a few times. It was good she knew they existed but they weren’t as sensitive as his dick.
She began to jerk his shaft in a slow but consistent way, gradually adjusting her grip along the body of his cock until she found the sweet spot about two thirds of the way up. She paused only to periodically brush her fingertips all around the swollen mushroom cap of his glans. In his unusually aroused state all sensations were magnified. Comparing this to jerking himself off was like the difference between speeding in a sportscar and rolling along on a skateboard.
Then she took him in her mouth. It was so warm and wet, a part of him wanted to just focus completely on the feeling and the sight of her beautiful face with her lips wrapped around his prick, but he cupped and caressed her head and neck with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other.
Sometimes as her head bobbed halfway up and down on his member her cheeks drew in as she literally sucked his dick. Her hand slid up and down just below her mouth, caressing the sensitive underside of his shaft, which was now slick with her spit. Her tongue swirled around the head rapidly flicked at the sensitive frenulum under the tip in front.
But when she began to take him all the way down her throat he gently stopped her and pulled out. “I need a break!” he said breathlessly, “Or it will be all over for me way too soon!” “Yeah you do!”, she agreed. “I think I tasted a few drops of pre-cum.” She licked her lips. “Sweet.”
A while ago he had pushed her panties aside and inserted his middle finger into the heat of her pussy, rubbing her G-spot and moving his thumb in circles around her clit. Now he grabbed her wide hips with both hands. He pulled her white cotton panties completely off. The delicious odor of her wet snatch, like a platter of the world’s finest raw seafood, permeated the air even more.
She had a nice landing strip of black hair, shaved close enough to be rough to the touch, running up the middle of her mons. It contrasted sharply with her fair skin. He moved down her body, leaving two lingering kisses on her firm nipples, kissing both sides of her adorable, slightly convex belly. He kissed, sucked, and scraped her warm flesh lightly with his teeth, producing an audible “smack” every time he drew back his lips. He moved down and back up her inner thighs as she drew her legs closer to her body, knees in the air.
As he reached her very inner thigh the scent of her cunt filled his nostrils and he felt its warmth hot on his face as he gazed directly at it. Between her fleshy vulva her labia beckoned, the lips dark red and slightly thicker than the ones on her face. Toward the bottom he caught a glimpse of coral pink inside her pussy.
Scott thrust his tongue inside as deep as it would possibly go, savoring the warmth and wetness. The taste was sweet and delicious. Amy arched her back as he wiggled the tip of his tongue rapidly back and forth. He began to slowly but forcefully lick her from the edge of her taint all the way up between the lips past her clit to the very top, making his tongue as broad as possible. Her pussy became even more moist. He gradually quickened his pace. After a while her twat’s warm nectar pooled on the sofa.
Scott moved to the spot where her clit stood out like the tip of his pinky finger. It was an angry red, fully engorged with blood. He began to stimulate it, moving the tip of his tongue around and around it in circles, other times up and down or right and left. Amy began to moan louder. Some time later he thrust his index and middle fingers into her tight, hot quim and began massaging her G-spot with a “come hither” motion.
He now began to alternate between his increasingly rapid licking and rhythmically sucking her swollen clit. Her moaning rose to a crescendo as he was slurping her plump clitoris and the surrounding flesh in and out of his pursed lips. “Oh God, I’m cummmingg!” Her milky thighs closed tight around his face, holding his head in place. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, getting even tighter. She relaxed her thighs and he drew his head back. He saw her rosy pink asshole winking at him. The clenching and winking faded over the next 10 seconds.
Amy let out a heavy sigh. “Fuck me, Scott!” she said urgently. He started to get up to fetch a condom but she grabbed him by the cock. “Don’t bother, I really want to feel you inside me. Just pull out. Besides, I wouldn’t mind having your baby, baby.” “I feel the same way”, he replied. His dick felt hard enough to drive nails. It was visibly throbbing. Jagged purple veins stood out on the underside of the shaft. Amy spread her legs wider in anticipation as Scott repositioned himself between them, their genitals close together.
He slapped his cock against her pussy and rubbed its head against her clit, still exquisitely sensitive so soon after an orgasm. The teasing was too much. “Just put it in me, already! Please!”, she gasped. He grasped himself at the base of his shaft and maneuvered his penis from its position at full attention so that the head was at the bottom of her pussy, between the lips. He thrust inside with a soft grunt, then sighed as he felt her moist, silky cunt tightly gripping his bare dick for the first time.
Amy lay back and enjoyed the sensations as Scott pumped in and out of her snatch with long, smooth, strokes. Waves of pleasure rushed through her every time he slid inside, stretching the walls of her pussy, filling her completely. This is what she needed: a good pounding from a nice, hard, cock. She had been craving this all day. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He fucked her slowly at first, then gradually faster. She began to thrust her own hips in time with his. She felt his balls slapping against her taint, wet from her dripping juices.
With each thrust his pubic bone pressed against her mons and clit. Sometimes he paused to grind against her, his bright orange pubic hairs mingling with her black ones. Scott had almost reached maximum speed. He could feel his dick’s oversized head bumping against Amy’s cervix. Her legs began to tremble and shake noticeably as she built toward another climax. “Oh, yes! Don’t stop!”, she pleaded. All at once another, stronger orgasm hit her. Her pussy squeezed him more snugly and began to pulsate on his cock.
The feeling of pressure in the underside of his shaft telling him he was about to blow had been growing for some time and he was right on the edge. Feeling her cunt gripping him was too much. He pulled out at the last second, balls tightening, cumming as hard as he ever had. Swept up by the feeling, he paid little mind to where his dick was aimed. This was the first time he had cum in a couple of days. He anointed her with several teaspoons of hot cum, some white, some clear. It shot out in eight vigorous spurts, landing on her bangs, her cheek, in her open mouth, on both tits, her belly. Finally he scored two direct hits on her pussy. For a while afterward they lay down together, arms around each other, legs intertwining, as she rubbed his cum on her nipples. Their lips met for a long moment, ten parted. “I love you, Scott.” “I love you, Amy.” The End.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/63hydy/an_afternoon_interlude_my_first_ever_story_mf