Dave stood in the entrance for a moment, his hair still damp from the shower, lightly disheveled. He was wearing his usual athletic shorts and T-shirt, but also had his glasses on. I can’t remember seeing him in his glasses before. It lended a professorial look to him that, in complete honesty, only deepened my already dizzying attraction.
He entered with a smile, then turned and locked the shed door, leaning against it with a sigh.
“Do you see my problem now, Leah? She can barely even satisfy me.” He frowned before shrugging and crossing the short distance between us. He stopped right in front of me, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, smell his soap.
“I have so much to give, Leah. So much.” I thought at first he was going to kiss me, and my breath caught in my chest. Instead, he turned and waved his hand, saying, “But we’ll get to that.” I watched him. I really wasn’t sure what he wanted from me now. My body was still tingling from everything I had seen and the little bit of touching I had been able to do. I was aching for release, but didn’t want to break whatever spell kept this going.
“She tried to finish me off in the shower,” he said, plopping into the old sofa, which squeaked under his weight. I sat on the stool by the desk, waiting for him to continue, not daring to say anything.
“I don’t know why she thinks I’ll be satiated with her unenthusiastic handjobs when what I need is a woman who can take me until I cum deep inside her.” He looked deep into my eyes, and I could see the hunger there. I gasped slightly and he chuckled. “Anyway, you’re supposed to be telling me your thoughts. So, tell me.”
He crossed his arms, waiting, seeming as though he was waiting for me to admit something. The half-smile on his face seemed to betray a hidden knowledge, as though this were all part of the plan from the beginning. I searched for the right words to say. Do I talk about his cock? How the thickness made my mouth water? Do I mention that I rubbed myself when he fucked her, wishing it was me?
“It seemed, uh, a bit brief,” I said, lifting one hand in a half-shrug.
“Yeah, no shit.” Dave rolled his eyes and leaned forward. “Tell me how it *affected* you, Leah. Did you like when I talked about your tight little pussy when I was about to fuck her?”
“What?” I stammered. Dave laughed at my question, not unkindly, but with an edge.
“Oh come on. You think I wanted you to watch my pathetic sexlife in person for fun? To talk about how unsatisfied she leaves me? That was my appetizer. You’re my main course.” My surprise and confusion must have been evident on my face, because he continued a bit more strongly.
“Don’t pretend that you weren’t turned on. I bet you were touching yourself through those jeans, weren’t you?” A deep blush crossed my cheeks. “Ooh, under the jeans? Well, this is promising, isn’t it?” He started rubbing himself through his shorts, and I stared, watching it grow, resisting the urge to lick my lips like some kind of caricature of a cockhungry slut.
“Dave, I…” I started to protest, looking down at my feet, feeling my resolve crumbling. Seeing his thick cock for the first time, hearing his dirty words to her–to me!–and knowing that I could give him everything he needed, that I wanted to give him everything he needed, well, it was becoming increasingly difficult to play a passive, resistant part.
“Leah,” Dave said softly. I looked up, and he had his cock out of his shorts, stroking it slowly. “Get over here and do what I know every fiber of your being is wanting to do.” A small bead of precum glistened on the tip of his nearly-hard cock.
I didn’t want to deny it anymore. I *couldn’t.* I stood and tossed my hair over my shoulder. He parted his knees, allowing me to stand directly in front of him. I lowered myself slowly to my knees, watching his expression change to one of anticipation. His cock swayed slightly as he released it, spreading his arms along the back of the couch. A smile crossed his face, in his typical wolfish fashion, and he bit his lower lip.
I took his hot shaft in my hand, taking over the stroking for a moment before needing to taste him. I ran my wet tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, over and over, slowly working my way around and getting his cock wet so my hand slid over it more easily. His light moans, even at this preliminary state, turned me on, and it was my turn to smile.
I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, suckling gently at first, still stroking the shaft with my right hand. “Fuck,” Dave moaned, “I knew you were a cockhungry little slut.” He reached down and grabbed my breasts through my shirt.
Pulling myself off his cock reluctantly, I removed my shirt and unfastened my bra, throwing both onto the couch next to him. “Oh, much better,” he groaned, pinching and pulling on my nipples. I could barely resist the urge to climb on top and slip him into my aching pussy, but first I wanted to show him how a cock should be sucked. Not this halfway bullshit that his wife pulled earlier. I looked at him and smiled mischievously before diving back down onto his cock.
Normally, I take my time, working slowly inch by inch, teasing, making them want more and more until finally their whole cock is down my throat. But this time I decided on a different tactic. I grabbed his thighs with both hands, then steadily pushed his cock down into my throat until my nose touched his abdomen. “Oh my god!” Dave exclaimed, placing both hands on my head and holding me there. “No one has ever….fuck…” He gathered my hair into a ponytail, holding it like a handle. I came up for air, my eyes watering, saliva dripping onto my heaving tits.
“Your mascara looks better like that,” Dave breathed, holding my hair tightly. He pushed me back onto his cock, working it down my throat again. “Fuck, I would use your throat every day. Maybe I will.” He fucked my mouth and throat a bit, and I struggled to keep my throat relaxed, to keep from gagging. My tits swayed below me as he worked my head up and down his giant, impossibly hard cock. Finally, he pulled me off and released my hair. I fell back slightly, struggling to catch my breath. My vision was slightly fuzzy as he pulled me to my feet, then peeled my jeans and panties off, tossing them onto the couch with my other discarded clothing.
“As much as I love your heavenly throat,” he growled in my ear as he backed me into the wall of the shed, “I need to feel that cunt I’ve been dreaming about.” His fingers parted my folds, and he slid his middle finger into me easily, and with force. “I knew you would be wet for me, you little slut.” He fucked me with his finger for a bit, his thumb rubbing my clit.
“Is this what you want, Leah? Hmm?” He slid another finger inside me. I started moaning, grabbing at his back. He kissed me hard, his tongue entering my mouth like an army conquering an unknown land. I could feel his hot cock against my cool, naked thigh. I was drunk with lust, overcome with sensory stimulation. Still, I knew what I wanted. What he wanted.
“No…” I said, reluctantly breaking the kiss.
“No?” he echoed. He stilled his hand, making me grind on it like an animal in heat. He circled his thumb slowly, lightly onto my clit, teasing it, making my moans become whines of desire. “Seems to me you want it quite a bit.”
I shook my head, wrapping one leg around his hip, opening myself up even more.
“I need you….”
“Need me to do what?”
“I need your cock.” I whispered.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” he teased me.
I looked deeply into his bright hazel eyes. There was absolutely no way I was leaving this shed without his cum inside me. Both of us knew it. The words were just a formality.
“I need your cock inside me,” I said simply, each word dripping with desire.
He bent his knees slightly and grabbed his cock, so hard it was almost purple. He ran the head up and down my wet folds, moaning as he did. Finally, he pushed the head slowly into me. I cried out as it spread me, my fingers clawing at his back. He sucked one of my nipples briefly, pausing his onslaught. I relaxed, enjoying the soft suckling. Once I had relaxed a bit, he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth and pushed the entire length of his cock into me. I screamed against his hand, and he kept my mouth covered as he pumped in hard, deep strokes, pushing me up and against the wall each time.
I had never been so stretched. My pussy ached with the ecstasy of being filled. Dave grunted as his pounding became harder, more insistent.
“Fuck, you can take my whole cock in every one of your holes, can’t you? I’m going to guarantee that no other cock ever satisfies you again. You’re mine, now Leah. And I will make sure you remember that.”
His hand slipped from my mouth to my throat as he fucked harder and harder inside of me. I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. His used his hand to hold me in place, stretch my neck so he could bite it as he fucked me. He snaked his other hand between us, his fingers finding my swollen clit. It only took a few strokes for him to send me into a body-shaking orgasm, my pussy clenching his cock as I writhed against the wall. I struggled to keep quiet, and I grabbed him with both hands, relentlessly clawing at him as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss shook my body.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, thrusting into me one last time, so deep I felt impaled. I could feel his cock spasm, and I knew he was shooting his thick cum inside me. He pushed a few more times, not as deeply as before, then slid out of me, stepping back, panting. His cock was still hard, sticking straight out from his body, covered in both of our juices. I felt his cum ooze out of me onto the floor.
We both stood there, trying to catch our breath, our bodies glistening with sweat. I knew I was going to be sore the next day. The kind of sore that serves as a potent reminder of the previous day’s activity, that makes me want more. Hell, I already did. I wanted to spend all night with Dave and fuck him until we couldn’t move anymore.
“You should get home,” he said simply, pulling up his shorts. I dressed quickly, and he walked me through the yard to the front gate. It almost seemed as though nothing had happened. I opened the gate and he pulled me to him, kissing me deeply in the shadow of his house, his wife snoring just ten feet from where we stood.
“Big game tomorrow,” he said, “perhaps you can help me clean up after.”
“No problem, Coach,” I said with a smile, walking through the gate and finding my car. I sat in the driver’s seat for a moment, collecting my thoughts and straightening my makeup.
“Holy shit,” I said out loud, and drove home in silence.
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