The party swirled loud and raucous around them. The place had hit its full swing about an hour ago, and the noise and wildness grew from there. People were growing drunker and losing their inhibitions. More than a few quick-couples had skirted off into the shadows of the expansion mansion. Exactly what he was planning on doing with her.
They did not touch; their eyes maintained a steady, smoldering gaze. He found his lips drying and heart hammering. She looked like he felt, intensely alive under the sharp edge of lust. People passed between them but their gaze did not break. He stood, tilted his head to one side. She stood, nodded, and followed.
They were alike the others in their own shadowy place. Away from the heart of the party bits of conversations could be overheard. A couple, fighting, their words ugly and tones mean. Another couple did not speak but the sounds of their tryst were unmistakable. She approached him and boldly walked into his waiting embrace. She was much shorter than he, and his head was fully tilted down to look at her.
“I've been waiting to do this since I first saw you,” she said softly.
“I've been waiting to hold you,” he replied. His arms slid around to the curve in the small of her back, and cinched her body tight against his. With ease he lifted her from the ground, bringing her face even with his. Their eyes met intensely once again.
“Don’t wait any more,” she urged him. Her lips opened as her eyelids closed. Their first tentative kiss swiftly turned into a passionate, almost frenzied affair. Tongues danced and swirled, probing and giving, teasing and pleasing. Into his mouth she moaned, and he received it and moaned back. They broke the kiss, gasping for a second, sucking desperately needed air just enough to continue. His arms kept her tight against him, and his hard chest pressed against her small frame. Her arms snaked around him and clung at the hem of his shorts.
He let her go, and once her feet hit ground, she wrapped both of her hands around to clench his muscular ass. She tilted her head back. The sounds she made as he slowly put his hands to the side of her head and then ran them up and back through her hair were savage in pleasure and need.
She shifted her body subtly, and pressed against him strategically. She felt his manhood, erect and strong but still protected behind clothing. It made her whimper as her lust became animal-like. Her sex was steaming hot and desperate to be touched. She shifted her hips against him harder, getting that quiet sound of pleasure as his cock got pleasantly squished by their bodies.
His hands found her top and lifted it easily over her head. She raised her arms, and giggled gleefully as he stripped her torso bare. Her small breasts were topped by small, tight nipples, and his hands found them and covered them, fingers pressing against the risen buttons of flesh. Her hands pressed atop his, pressing him harder into her. “Yes, that’s nice,” she said softly. “Lick me?” she asked.
“Oh, god, yeah,” he groaned as he fell to one knee. It was a race of fumbling fingers to strip away her shorts. She stepped out of them; thankfully a wall was there to catch her as she fell backwards a little against it. His movement had been quick and immediately, his big, strong hands reached up to cup her ass cheeks, to squeeze them hard then pull them widely apart. Her ass felt fluttery from the tautness his stretching created. And she had to bite down hard on her bottom lips when his fingers pulled the soaked crotch of her panties aside and his tongue pressed against her pussy.
Her inhale was sharp, punctuated by short, machine-gun bursts as the pleasure burst within. Her exhale was more like a long, quiet moan. Her hand found the back of his head, and she lifted a leg, bending at the knee, and planted that foot on his back. She dropped her body an inch or two and thrust her hips forward, all to better plant her wet sex over his mouth.
His tongue was everywhere at once, moving fast and in circles, back and forth, and up and down. It would penetrate her depths then flick her clit. She shuddered every time he did that. His oral skills were astonishing to her, and then just when she thought she was going to cum, he stopped for a moment. Then next move was a long, slow drag from near-asshole up to her clit. “Oh my fucking god…” she moaned. He resumed teasing her clit. “Don’t stop, yeah, that’s it,” she told him. “Don’t stop make me cum oh god please make me cum!” she begged, her words running together in a rush as her hips began a quiver that was not entirely controllable. Her hips rocked up and down with increasing speed and force as his talents drew her to the explosive conclusion.
The orgasm hit with a harsh, physical force. Her breath was expelled violently in a loud “pah!” She thrust her hips forward wildly just before her legs gave out; for a moment she was held in the air by his mouth and his innate strength. But with her muscles convulsing, she slipped to the side and was nearly on the ground before his strong hands caught her.
“In me,” she gasped, finding his turgid member with her fingers. It was burning hot yet, the velvety-soft skin over the tumescence refired her arousal. “Put it in me!” she moaned, stroking him lightly with fingertips. She marveled at his cock. Not long, but thick - easily the thickest she’d ever felt. It would be like being fucked by a can or something, she thought.
He tossed her body around with ease, those rippling muscles barely strained from her weight as h e positioned himself, his back against the pillar, his legs out in front of him and spread apart, his hips thrust up. She had never seen a man’s cock standing upright and pointing upright like that before. She moaned, knowing that she was about to impale herself on that beast. She could barely wait.
She lowered herself, her fingers holding him at the base and guiding him inside of her. The bulbous head easily parted her slickened lips, and his harsh moan was music to her ears. Then she moaned as that invader stuffed her full, fuller than anyone had ever done, fuller even that her best, favorite dildo. Fuck he was thick, she thought.
He roughly held her hips, and bounced her up and down on his meat. There was nothing slow or languid about it. His hips jammed upward hard, slamming his body into her so strongly that his balls flew up and slapped her ass audibly. He was sweating, his eyes half-lidded, mouth open and tongue running along lips as he pile-drove her pussy. She put her hands on his shoulders and just gave into the massive pleasures ripping through her.
“Fuck babe I’m gonna cum!” he finally groaned. She took a hand from his shoulder and found her own clit, and began rubbing it back and forth so fast her hand nearly blurred. She sensed his entire body beginning to stiffen as his orgasm surfaced. Her head was then thrown back as she gasped for air, groaning and moaning as he cried out about cumming just as her pussy spasmed wildly again from her clit stimulation.
They ended up lying on the ground, legs intertwined. On their sides, they looked into each other’s eyes. She grinned at him. “Think anyone saw, or heard, us?” she asked softly.
“Who cares?” he said as he casually wiped sweat from his forehead. “Bet we gave ‘em a show at any rate!” he laughed.
Indeed, she thought. She looked up at the exact spot where she knew the video camera had been watching. She smiled. This would certainly be a conquest that would go into her personal archives!
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