Where were we? Oh, yeah, he made cum so hard while fingerfucking me I didn’t stop twitching for almost two minutes. Even when someone fucking applauded outside.
I pointed at him as I tweaked my nipple with my other hand. “The words ‘I’m not going to fuck you’ better not cross those beautiful man-lips.”
“I’m *eventually* going to fuck you,” he said. “After at least two more of those.”
I arched my back and moaned out a *no*, punctuating it with a terse, “fuck!” when the small of my back fell back to the mattress. “Then you at least need to take those fucking shorts off and let me see that goddamn Coke can you’re carrying.”
“We only carry Pepsi products at this establishment,” he said before hooking his thumbs under the waistband, yanking his black boxer-briefs to the floor.
I couldn’t suppress a laugh. I put my hands over my face and kicked my heels against the sheets. “*FUCK!* You are not real.”
While not necessarily a can of Pepsi–or any variety of Mountain Dew–he did still pack the fattest cock I’ve ever ridden. “How the fuck are you not banging three UT coeds right now in their shitty senior-year apartment complex?”
“Those girls never swipe right on my shit,” he said. “Perfect twenty-two-year-old boys are overflowing in this town. All makes and models. I would *hate* to see my position on that waiting list.”
“Make it sway,” I said, pointing at the evidence of his full arousal. He twisted his hips and I squealed when it danced for me. I got up and started towards him until he snapped at me like I was a German Shepherd that was about to eat a meatball off the street. “Ah-ah-ah… back on that bed right now.”
“I’m going to suck that thing,” I said, but obliging his request. “FUCK, I can see the precum from here! This dream does not end without that gorgeous fat cock in my mouth.”
“Think of it this way,” he said. “If you went on a cruise that had one of those surf pools, you’d want to use it, right?”
*Where does that even come from?* “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“If you went on a cruise, yes, you’d want to take advantage of all the extra shit they had available. If they have a hologram of the Beatles singing on Ed Sullivan that you can surf with, you’re marking that shit into your calendar, no? You’re putting links to in on your Facebook and being like, ‘look what I’m gonna be doing, fuckwits’.”
“What are you trying to tell me?”
“You should take advantage,” he said, “of my marquee features.”
“I’m sorry, are you saying that ‘fucking’ isn’t one of them?”
“Do you always eat dessert first?”
I bit my bottom lip and started drawing quick little circles around my clit with the middle finger on my right hand. “C’mon, then, tripod. Let’s see what you got.”
He twisted his hips a few more times before returning to the bed, kneeling on the sheets at my feet. “Put your hands up and close your eyes.”
I giggled. “By all means, Officer Fatcock.”
He kissed my feet. And I don’t mean, like, little baby kisses. He kissed my feet the same way he kissed my mouth. Each time he did it, I heard the click from his lips and it turned my insides into hot popcorn butter. Then he put my ankles on his shoulders and lightly dragged his fingernails from my hips to my calves.
“Your legs are perfect,” he said. “Like, crazy perfect.”
“*You* are perfect.” I said.
“*I knooow*. Right?”
I felt the head of his cock brush against my ass and I made one last push to get what I wanted.
“Do it,” I said. “You know you fucking want it. Put that fat fucking cock inside my pussy right fucking now.”
He took hold of his cock and rubbed the swollen, gigantic, *amazing* head of it against my slit. I actually teared up, I was so excited. “Yes, ohmygodplease, fuck me? Fuck me! You know you want to punish this pussy. Just slide it in and fuck me, *PLEEEEASE?*”
“No,” he said, dropping his cock and going back to kissing my calves. “Tell me a sexy story.”
“Sexier than *THIS?*”
The fingernails found my hips again and I curled my toes. “Have you ever knowingly fucked a married guy?” he said.
“*Are you fucking married!*”
“NO!” he said. “Marriage is gross.”
“Mmm, fuck yes it is.”
“So, what’s the answer,” he said, holding my left leg by the ankle.
I laughed. “Really?”
“You feel that gigantic cock pressing precum into your beautiful left ass cheek? If you tell the story, I promise it will get twice as big.”
“Fucking liar,” I said. “I ruined this guy’s marriage when I was twenty.”
His eyes lit up again like a slot machine jackpot. “*No way!*”
“Are you *sure* you’re not married?” I said.
“Would you even care if I was?”
I giggled. “No.”
“God you are sexy as fuck,” he said.
“*I knooow*. Right?”
“I’m not touching your pussy again,” he said, “until you tell me what happened.”
“How can you be so arousing and so infuriating at the same time?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, it’s like a gift.”
“When I was nineteen,” I said, closing my eyes again when the leg worship continued. “There was this married guy I met while I was an intern with [SECOND COMPANY NAME REDACTED]. He was like a VP or something–”
“What was his name?” J asked, putting my ankles back down but in such a way that it spread my legs wide open.
“Phil,” I said, and we both laughed.
“You wrecked the marriage of a guy named Phil?”
“PHILIP. Philip is a *sexy* name.”
“And yet,” he said as he kissed the inside of my left knee. “You drop the ‘i’ and the ‘p’, and he becomes a professional bowler.”
“Do you want to hear this story or not?” I said.
“Please.” He licked his thumb and rubbed it once across my swollen clit. “Continue.”
“Phil looked like if George Michael had a better looking older brother–”
“The sportscaster? The television show character? Or the pop singer?”
“The pop singer.”
He kissed the inside of my right thigh, just above the knee, then moved to the exact same spot on the other leg. “So, not remotely as attractive as me,” he said.
I giggled. His next kiss on my thigh went just high enough to make me tremble. “Mmm, not right now.”
“Tell me about how you seduced a married man.”
I closed my eyes and described to him the film I saw inside my head. I watched myself at twenty, in that suite at the Bellagio on Christmas Eve, wearing the black peacoat Phil left in my car a week earlier when he denied my first advance. I remembered unbuttoning those big plastic buttons with my little twenty-year-old fingers so I could show him the black lingerie I’d bought earlier that day. I remembered when he took hold of me by my blonde ponytail and kissed me so hard I got dizzy.
“He-ohhh… he told me I was going to destroy his… ohhhhhhmarriage,” I said, the kissing now halfway up my thighs. “Then he… mmm, he turned me around, pulled down my panties, and spanked me.”
“That’s fucking hot,” J said, his fingers finally finding my nipples. “Go on.”
“Ohhhhhmygodohhhh… he finger fucked me with the hand that had his wedding ring,” I said. “Then he… mmmngooohh… took my bra off, pressed me into the big windows that overlooked the Strip, and fucked me from–*OHHHHHH*… behind until we both came.”
I could feel J’s beard tickling against my clit, but his lips remained elusive. I could feel his breath on my labia. He held it there and didn’t move for what felt like hours. “Tell me what he said to you while he was fucking you that first time,” J said directly into my fucking pussy.
“Ohmygodpleeeeease–”
“Tell me what he said to you while he was fucking you the first time,” he said as he went back to kissing the inside of my upper thighs.
“He told me how–mmmngoooohh–how tight I was.”
“And?”
“Ohhhhhe… mmnng… he… asked me if I’d ever been… ohhhhh… fucked like that before.”
“And had you–”
“NO! I was a month past… ohh… twenty.” I said. “I’d only been fucked by boys.”
“How old was Phil?”
I always pictured his childhood memories in black and white. “Mmmng… 40,” I said.
He sang the first few words of “Father Figure” and I fucking cackled. “You’re a fucking ass–hoooohhhhh.” The ‘hoooohhhhh’ was his thumb making another flyby.
“What else did he say to you while he was fucking your tiny pussy from behind?” he said. “With these perfect fucking tits smashed against the glass?”
“Ohmygod, J–he kept…ohhh… he kept asking me who my tight little pussy belongs to.”
J’s eyes met mine as he stopped with his mouth at my sex again, the hairs of his mustache tickling my clit. “And what did you tell him?”
“Fuuuuuuck, J… *pleeeeease–“*
“Tell me what you said to him.”
“I… ohhhh, J… fuck… I fucking told him it was his.”
“Tell me how you said it to him. Did you screa–”
“*THIS IS* YOUR *FUCKING PUSSY!*”
He kissed my clit and I fucking came so hard I peed.
End Part 2
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bpmdod/bungalow_14_part_2_mfincludes_description_of
Absolutely stunning!
Hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever read on here. Well done.