Shane climbed the stairs up to the sortation floor, taking advantage of being out of sight for a while to relax since he was at a slow, tedious point of the day. He couldn’t resist a quick glance toward Grace’s computer station when he hit the top. He’d hardly ever seen her until she bid into the operator job, and wondered how in the hell he’d missed her in the couple of years she’d worked in the warehouse.
She’d proven a godsend to everyone farther down the line too, as the last operator at her station had been a lazy dunce. Grace had caught on quickly, and already kept up with the breakneck pace despite the throw them to the wolves
state of training that was all too common in the warehouse.
Initially dismissive of her because of the way she talked, most of her detractors were now praying she’d stay right where she was for a long time. She’d proven that she was whip-smart and could think on her feet. Good timing,
Shane thought as he caught sight of her.
She was bent over, looking at the label printer, showing off her incredible ass in a pair of tight jeans. When she stood up, he caught a glimpse of cleavage through the neckline of her sweater. The material stretched over the large, golden brown globes, which seemed ready to bust free at any moment.
She pushed a few strands of midnight hair out of her eyes and muttered, “Damn.”
“Can’t get it to print,” she called back, making an exaggerated gesture of irritation at the printer.
He headed toward her station. “Maybe somebody else changed the printer while you were on break, or it booted back up under somebody else’s login. You have to back all the way out to get it to reset, but there’s a trick to print the one you need now, if that’s what it is. Which one do you need?”
She pointed at the screen and he right-clicked it, bringing up a menu.
“The right-click menu overrides the default. When you print from there, you’ll have to choose the printer every time. You can set it to this one, and then back all the way out to set a new default when you’ve got some time.” He printed the tag and bent over to pull it off the printer.
“That makes no sense at all. What were they thinking when they programmed this?”
“I haven’t the foggiest clue,” he answered with a chuckle in his voice.
“No problem.” He turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm.
In a rush and under her breath, she said, “Hang on. Don’t leave.”
Shane turned to see someone coming up the stairs. Neil was a crewleader down on the floor, and thought he was god’s gift to women. Even out of the corner of his eye, Shane could tell Neil wasn’t amused that someone was at Grace’s station.
“Whew,” Grace sighed as the other man wandered off across the sortation floor toward a mezzanine. “That asshole creeps me out. Always staring at my tits and trying to touch me and shit.”
“Doesn’t take a hint, either. Jill had to report him before he left her alone.”
“He keeps that shit up and I’m gonna report his ass too.”
“Grab the phone and act like you’re talking to one of the other pre-sorts whenever he comes up,” Shane suggested.
She smiled. “Good idea.”
“Well, I’m going to go check with Jill and see whether there’s any hope of the East module getting its act together.”
“I hope not, or you’re gonna catch my ass.”
He laughed and headed across the floor, thinking, I’d love to catch your ass – and everything else, too.
Then he sighed and shook his head. Wishful thinking, white boy.
Another day at the salt mines over, Shane headed for the door. Having snuck out a little early, he was walking out at the same time as Grace. She nodded as they both left their lockers. “That phone thing worked. He came back after you left, and that got rid of him.”
“Good. Now, if he’d only fall down the stairs...”
Grace let out a laugh. “Oh, damn, I’d love that.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” she answered, and headed toward her boyfriend’s car.
Shane flagged down another coworker to exchange cell numbers, as the company had a bad habit of delaying start-up, and the only reliable way of finding out short of showing up was for everyone to call everyone else they knew. It had happened again this morning, leaving a lot of people sitting around off the clock.
Once he started across the main drive toward his car, a horn sounded. When he turned to look that way, Grace’s boyfriend leaned his head out the window and yelled, “Get the fuck out the way, cracker!”
“You hadn’t even moved yet, asshole,” he muttered. The car’s engine revved and it flew past him when he was barely out of the way. He wondered, What the hell does she see in that fuckhead?
Shaking his head and wondering why all the hot girls were with arrogant douchebags, he headed to his car, and to home.
The next day was the same old grind, but fortunately, it was the last one before the weekend. Shane headed home with no plans, figuring that he’d just watch the tube and goof around on the internet. The weather was too cold to make leaving the house a welcome prospect. He wasn’t ready to deal with the whole bar scene anyway, having just dumped his girlfriend when he caught her cheating on him a month before. Knowing his luck, she would be at whatever bar he went to, making it even worse.
Along about midnight, he got an urge to have a beer or two while watching a comedy show he’d recorded. The problem was that his mental tally of how many he’d consumed in the previous week was off, and only a lone brown bottle greeted him when he opened the fridge.
So, it was off to the convenience store.
With two cold six-packs sitting in the passenger seat, along with a few snacks, he headed for home. Much to his bewilderment, his headlights shined on someone walking alongside of the road. As cold as it was, she – he could tell it was a woman as he drew closer – had to be nuts.
Once close enough, he thought he recognized her, and slowed down. Sure enough, as he pulled up next to her, there was no doubt that it was Grace walking along the road in the freezing cold after midnight. He pulled to a stop a little ahead of her, but she stopped walking.
Realizing she had no idea who he was, he rolled down the passenger window and yelled, “Hey, you need a ride, Grace?”
She hurried up to the door and said, “Damn. Scared the fuck straight out of me. Didn’t know it was you.”
“Get in. It’s too cold to be walking anywhere.”
She opened the door and he quickly moved everything out of the passenger seat so she could slide in. Once she settled into the seat, she shivered violently from the sudden change in temperature.
He turned up the heat and put the car back in gear. “Where you headed?”
“Home. You know where the Crestview Apartments at?”
“Sure. No problem.”
She sounded a little distant, and the look on her face bespoke more than just a walk through the cold. “You okay?”
“Hell no.” She sighed.
“Nah, it’s okay. Not mad ‘cause you asked.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s cool.”
“Oh, I want to scream about it.” She let out a disgusted sounding hmph
. “That mother-fucker Jaymal started doing blow again and I bet he’s fucking around on me. Knew he hadn’t changed.”
Recognizing the name of her boyfriend, Shane winced on her behalf. “Damn...”
“Tossed my drink straight up in his face when he walked out of the bathroom with powder under his nose. Big man acted like he was gonna slap me, but I smacked his ass first.”
“At least you found out before it got any worse.”
“And I ain’t making that damn mistake again.” She shook her head and looked over at him. “You don’t wanna hear all this shit.”
“Nah, it’s all right. Kinda like hearing about him getting slapped.”
She chuckled and a hint of a smile crossed her face.
Shane turned down the road that led to her apartment building, and slowed down as he approached the drive into the parking lot. All of the sudden, Grace ducked down in the seat.
“Go on by. Go on by.”
In the process of reaching for his turn signal, he let go of it and asked, “What?”
“That mother-fucker’s car is there.”
“Maybe you should call the police?”
She shook her head as she straightened in the seat again. “He ain’t done nothing yet. Probably all crying and shit. Gonna beg me to take him back.”
“So, what do you want to do? Somewhere else you can go?”
“I don’t know. What you doing tonight?”
“Just sitting around watching TV.”
“Want some company?” Holy shit!
Somehow, he kept the excitement out of his voice. “Sure, but the place is a mess.”
“I don’t care. Share some of that beer and I really
won’t give a damn.”
He laughed. “Sounds like you need it worse than I do.”
“So, where you stay at?”
“Just outside of town.”
“Well, let’s go. That beer’s calling my name.”
Shane tried to keep his imagination under control, but it was difficult. With her sitting in the passenger seat next to him, going to his place, it was hard not to fantasize about things unlikely to actually unfold. Even bundled up in a winter coat, she looked hot as hell.
He pulled up at the house he rented and grabbed the beer from the back seat. When he unlocked the door and let her in, she looked around for a second and said, “Hell, this ain’t so bad. You had me thinking there would be pizza boxes and beer cans everywhere.”
“Nah, just clutter.”
Shane took off his coat and tossed it over the back of a chair. She did the same, revealing a fitted sweater that hugged her ample curves to incredible effect. Somehow, he kept his eyes in his head and passed her a beer before putting one down on the table for himself and taking the rest to the fridge.
“Hey, did you hear what that dumbass Ray did today?” Grace asked when he walked back in the room.
She laughed and told the story of yet another boneheaded decision the supervisor had made, resulting in someone else having to clean up his mess while he made excuses. That led to Shane telling a story, which in turn led to Grace relating another as well. Before either of them knew it, the first six-pack was gone, and a couple of hours had passed.
“Where’s the bathroom at?”
He pointed. “Right side of the hall.”
When she walked back out, she was wearing a crooked grin. “Interesting reading material.”
Shane felt his face burning, knowing that she had to be talking about a couple of nudie magazines sitting on the back of the toilet. “Sorry about that.”
She laughed and sat down on the couch next to him. “Nah, it’s good to know. I was wondering if Wendy had turned you gay.”
“Why would you think that?”
“You’re the only man in the building ain’t constantly staring at my T n’ A.”
“Not exactly subtle, are they?”
“Ain’t nobody as creepy as Neil, but they’re all doing it. So what? You ain’t into black girls?”
“Hardly,” he said with a little more enthusiasm than he’d intended. When her crooked grin resurfaced, he quickly added, “Just figure you get enough people creeping on you.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
A ring tone went off, and Grace reached over to pull a cell out of her purse. She scowled as she looked at the screen and muttered, “You mother-fucker. You ain’t even seen dissin’ you yet.”
A different tone sounded, and she rolled her eyes. “Now he’s trying to call.” She turned off the phone and tossed it back in her purse. “What the hell was I doing with him? Here I was all ready to get busy tonight and he pulls this shit.”
Oh my god, Shane thought. He’d been half hard ever since he picked her up, and her talking about sex was on the verge of eliminating the half
“He can do a Michael Jackson and Beat It
now. He ain’t getting no more of this pussy.” She was smiling at him, and he had the impression she was looking for a reaction.
Shane nodded, trying to keep it together. “You want another beer?”
“You trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”
“No. No.” He laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as nervous as he felt. “I was just going to get another one.” He tipped back his bottle for the last drink.
“Well, why not?”
The beer went straight down the wrong pipe, sending him into a coughing fit. As he sat down the bottle and caught his breath, she scooted a little closer.
“Wendy told some stories on you. Said you love
to eat the pussy, and you’re damn good at it. Said you’re packin’ too.” Her hand settled on his thigh.
Blood surging into his manhood, he thought, Please don’t let this be a dream.
Shane shrugged, not able to form a single word in his brain between the hand on his leg and the sexy look on her face.
“Guess I’ll have to see for myself.”
She popped open the button on his pants with one hand, and then reached for the tab of the zipper. He already felt as if he were going to bust straight through that barrier, and it parted into a wide V around his erection as she tugged it down.
Grace ran a fingertip over the bulge in his briefs and said, “She ain’t lying.”
Even though part of him was screaming to shut up, he said, “You sure you want to do this?”
“Mmm hmm. I been waiting all day to get fucked. You want to, don’t you?”
She laughed and tugged down the front of his briefs, letting her curl her fingers around him. “Oh yeah, you’re hard as hell. You know what I want to do?”
“That mother-fucker was always trying to come on my face, but I wouldn’t let him. I want you to do it so I can send a picture of it to him and make him lose his damn mind.”
Shane groaned from her fingers rubbing over the head of his cock. “I think I can handle that.”
“Mmm. Get them pants off.”
She released him, but it was to grasp the bottom of her sweater, so he hardly minded. She pulled it over her head while he jerked at his shoelaces to untie them and kicked off his shoes. He kept his eyes fixed on her as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. While he kicked the denim away from his feet, she tossed the bra over her shoulder and cupped her breasts in her hands.
After so long of fighting his eyes gravitating toward them, he finally had the opportunity to look as long as he liked. If anything, they looked even bigger and more glorious bare. Large, chocolate brown ovals surrounded her nipples, which were easily as big around as his pinky tip.
“You ain’t gonna just look, are you?”
“Oh, hell no.” Shane leaned in, wasting no time in curling his tongue around one of the stiff buds.
“Ah yeah,” Grace moaned.
He teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then suckled it between his lips. She settled her hand on the back of his head, tousling his hair. A long moan escaped her when he released her left nipple and switched to the right.
“Mmm. I like that. You’re making me all wet.”
Only the slightest bit of experimentation revealed that she liked it soft, exactly as he’d started out. More than willing to oblige, he caressed her nipples with his lips and tongue, making her squirm beneath him. While one hand remained on the top of his head, another snaked between their bodies to wrap around his cock.
Shane was far from ready to stop when she slipped a hand beneath his chin and pushed. He gave her nipple one last, harder suck, letting it snap from between his lips and causing her breast to jiggle.
She sucked in a sharp gasp, and then moaned. Her eyes locked with his, and she licked her lips. When she gave a tug on his cock and twitched her eyebrows, he broke into a grin and slipped off the couch.
Grace moved to recline on her side against the arm of the couch, her hand guiding him until his cock was twitching right in front of her face. She looked up at him and her tongue darted out, flicking the head of his cock. When he groaned, she chuckled and did it again – several times in rapid succession.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he said while reaching out to give her right breast a squeeze.
“Oh, I can do better than that.”
She slipped one hand behind him, squeezing his butt and pulling him closer. At the same time, she wrapped her other hand around the root of his cock, tilting it down a little. Her lips parted, and she took him in.
Shane groaned, the sound warbling as her incredible lips sucked back up about half of his shaft toward the head. Her cheeks were concave from how hard she was sucking, and when she reached the tip, air rushing in at the corner of her mouth made a loud, sharp sound before she engulfed him again.
She took him deep – and fast – keeping the pressure up. After all the times saying and hearing the old line about sucking the chrome off a trailer hitch, he finally knew what it was like for real. She was relentless. Her hair bounced and her tits quivered as she sucked him, prompting him to reach out for her breast again. She moaned around him when he gave her nipple a pinch.
The hand wrapped around the base of his cock moved, until only a finger and thumb remained. The other three fingers tickled his balls while she kept at the most incredible blowjob of his life. Shane grunted and growled, feeling the itch in the tip of his cock growing with every stroke of her lips.
Grace’s fingers pressed tighter into his butt, pulling him forward. He shifted his hips in response, and then watched in amazement as she swallowed his cock. She croaked a little as the head pressed into her throat, then pulled back all the way to the tip with agonizing slowness.
“Holy shit,” he said as she let him pop free of her lips, trailing thick strands of saliva.
“You like that?”
She swirled her tongue over the head. “Your little girlfriends never took it all, huh?”
“Not even close. Fuck, that was hot.”
Her chuckle vibrated through his cock as she wrapped her lips around it again. After a couple of sucks, her lips slid down all the way to the root again, and this time she even moved her fingers to keep him in her throat for a second or two before making a little gagging sound and quickly pulling back.
“That’s how a real woman
sucks a dick,” she said as she wiped saliva off her chin and parted her lips again.
Over and over again, she would suck him for a few quick strokes, and then nestle her nose in the curly hairs at the base of his cock again. She squeezed and caressed his balls in her hand all the while, keeping him just below the point of urgency that would send him surging toward an explosion.
Finally, his hips twitched forward just a little too far while his cock was in her throat, and a much louder gagging sound preceded a pair of coughs once she pulled away. He reached down to swirl his fingers through the trails of saliva that had dripped onto her breasts. The resulting shine on the dark globes prompted him to let out a growling moan.
Having caught her breath, Grace pushed her breasts together and asked, “You wanna fuck these big ol’ titties?”
He had already swung a leg over her body before he answered, “Oh yeah.”
She rolled over onto her back as he settled above her with one foot slipping between the cushions and the back of the couch and the other on the floor. As soon as he pushed his cock down between her breasts, she squeezed them around it.
“Yeah, fuck them titties and come all over my face.”
The warm, soft nest of her breasts almost completely surrounded him, only letting the head escape when he started thrusting. Waves rippled through the large globes as he pumped his cock between them, and the contrast of the purple head poking out from between them drew his eyes.
Grace’s tongue darted out, lapping the head when it was within reach. She leaned her head forward a little more, allowing her to suck or kiss it every so often as well. The itch of impending climax intensified, spreading down his shaft and tingling within his tight balls.
Furiously pumping her quivering breasts, he grunted, “Fuck. Gonna come.”
“Oh yeah! Gimme that cum!”
Shane thrust forward one last time, pushing an inch or so of his cock out from between the valley of her breasts. A loud, inarticulate grunt burst from his lips, as his cum erupted into her face.
Grace squealed and pinched her eyes shut as the first spurt trailed along the bridge of her nose and up into her hair. The second was harder, decorating her right eyebrow, forehead, hair, and even hitting the arm of the couch.
“Ah shit!” she cried out as another rope of cum spattered on her nose and upper lip. She laughed as he continued to growl, pumping out cum onto her face.
The last fitful contraction of his muscles dribbled cum onto her neck as she carefully blinked her eyes open. The thick white globs of cum stood out sharply on her golden brown skin.
“Damn,” she said as she let her breasts fall away from his throbbing organ, and then laughed again. “You just kept coming.”
In a weak voice, he responded, “Fuck. Yeah.”
“Get my phone out. Take a picture, and make sure that big white dick is in there.”
Shane leaned forward, his arms barely able to support him. He found her phone on the top of her purse and turned it on. Fortunately, he had an iPhone as well, and knew how to turn on the camera. Though still unsteady, he ignored the message alert tones and framed up the shot of his cock hovering above her chest and chin, snapping the picture.
“One more,” she said, and then opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue as well.
He snapped the picture, and then cried out when her tongue lapped his sensitive organ.
Grace chuckled, licking his cum off her lips since he’d jerked the source of it out of range. “Mmm. You taste good.” She held out her hand and said, “Let me see.”
She looked at the pictures. “Damn, you made a mess. It’s all up in my hair and shit.”
“That mother-fucker is gonna straight-up lose his mind when I send him this. If he wants to call me a ho, I’ll show
him a ho.”
Shane groaned. “Fuck, that was good.”
“Uh huh. Can you get me something to wipe all this off now?”
He nodded, forcing his weak legs to obey him so he could get off the couch. She chuckled as he stumbled his way to the bathroom for a damp washcloth. When he returned, she’d unbuttoned her jeans, revealing a pair of lavender panties. She had her hand beneath, fingers moving as she played with her pussy.
Shane shuddered as she brought her damp fingers to her lips and licked them clean before holding out a hand for the washcloth.
While she wiped the cum off her face, he reached into the parting of her zipper, running his fingers over the crotch of her panties, which were damp. She moaned, lifting her hips toward his fingers, so he wormed one beneath the material to her folds.
“Did I get it all?”
“Yeah,” he answered as his finger reached her nether lips and slipped between them.
“Mmm.” She sat the washcloth down on the table. It promptly slipped off onto the floor, though neither of them noticed. “So, was Wendy telling the truth about how much you love to eat pussy?”
Shane nodded and pulled his finger away from her warm, wet crease to grasp her jeans. While he pulled down, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties as well. Between his tugging and her wriggling, they managed to remove the last of her clothing, save for a pair of ankle socks.
Grace parted her legs wide. “Why don’t you show me?”
An artfully trimmed nest of dark curls adorned her mound, thinning around her nether lips. Thin chocolate petals peeked out from between her outer lips, glistening with wetness. She reached down with two fingers to spread her folds, revealing a line of pale pink as he dropped to his knees next to the couch.
The musky scent of her arousal gave him chills as he leaned in. The first taste made him groan when he traced the full length of her pussy with the tip of his tongue.
Placing a hand on top of his head, Grace said, “Don’t make me wait.”
As if he had any intention of doing so.
He continued to use the tip of his tongue, tracing every contour of her folds, growing steadily more intoxicated on her scent and taste by the moment. There was something different – exciting – about the flavor of her juices. Whether it was the excitement of going down on her or something truly unique, he didn’t know, and didn’t really care.
“Mmm, I like that. That taste good?”
He paused just long enough to say, “Delicious,” before pushing his tongue deeper.
“Ah yeah. Get in there.”
A fresh burst of even more intense flavor made him feel light-headed for a moment. He stabbed his tongue in as far as he could, tilting his head to delve even deeper. His tongue caressed her walls as he lapped for every drop of the sweet, spicy nectar he could gather up.
Grace began to swivel her hips, her fingers tightening in his hair. When he slipped his tongue out of her canal, he wiggled it while lapping her folds, just brushing the underside of her hood. Feeling her squirm and hearing her make quiet sounds of pleasure drove him to even greater efforts.
She gasped as he turned up the heat, sneaking more frequently to her clit. “Like that. Faster. Ooo yeah. Damn, she wasn’t lying.”
“Love it,” he muttered into her folds.
The pitch of Grace’s voice rose a little as he devoured her, eager to feel her come on his tongue. “Ah shit. Ah shit. Eat that pussy. Fuck, you’re licking my pussy so good.”
Most of the women he’d been with were pretty quiet during sex, and certainly hadn’t talked dirty to him like Grace was. It turned him on even more, and despite having come all over her face so recently, he felt his cock twitch with the first signs of life.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Ah! Ah! Shit, you gonna make me come!”
“Yeah. Come for me.” He used his thumb to pull her hood up, exposing her swollen clit, and attacked it with a hard stroke of his tongue.
“Ah fuck,” she squealed, her hips rising up and hand pressing down at the same time to grind his face into her pussy. “Don’t stop. Ohh, I’m gonna fucking come!”
Shane kept up the pressure, licking her clit as hard and fast as he could. He could feel her muscles tightening, and the flow of her juices increased. A quick suck of the swollen bud made her lurch beneath him and yelp.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! I’m coming! Yeah!”
Grace’s thighs clamped down on the side of his head, her clawed fingers digging into his scalp. She trembled, screaming loud enough that he could hear it even with her thighs pressed against his ears. With little choice in the matter, he rode her climaxing body, flicking her clit with his tongue when he could. Every touch of the slippery organ made the pitch of her screams jump an octave.
Just when the ache in his neck was growing uncomfortable, her legs snapped apart and she sucked in a ragged gasp. “God damn! Hold on.” A trembling hand pushed on the top of his head.
He couldn’t resist one last swipe of his tongue that sent a shockwave through her body and made her scream to the ceiling above.
Shane sat up to watch her quiver. Her pussy lips twitched, and a stream of milky white juices traced down from between them to the iris of her ass. She had sweat beading on her forehead, and her mouth hung open as she panted for breath, sometimes whimpering when an aftershock claimed her. He stroked his half-hard cock, feeling it swell between his fingers.
Her eyes opened after a minute or so, and she moaned. Her right leg trembled violently for a few seconds, and she slapped a hand onto it. As the quivering subsided, her eyes locked with his. “Damn, you got me good
Licking her juices off his lips and chin, he said, “I want more.”
She covered her pussy with one hand and squeezed her legs together. “Oh hell no. Not until I catch my breath. Whew!”
With her legs bent, she’d provided enough room for him to get up on the couch, and his aching knees encouraged him to do so. As soon as he sat down, he saw her eyes widen.
“You’re hard already?”
He shrugged one shoulder, though his cock twitched, giving a far more definitive answer as it stood at full erection.
She swallowed, and scrunched up her nose. “I need some water or something. My throat’s dry as hell from screaming.”
Shane pointed a finger at her and said, “You’re welcome.”
“You crazy... Go get me some water.”
He laughed and headed for the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water. She had sat up against the arm of the couch while he was gone, and brought the glass to her lips as soon as he handed it over. There was a wet spot on the cushion, and her pussy still glistened with her juices and his saliva.
“You’ve got a one track mind,” she remarked when she caught him taking in the sight.
“Hard not to with you sitting there naked.”
She grinned. “I’m getting on that track too. You know what? There’s something else I never let Jaymal do.”
“What’s that?” His cock twitched in anticipation.
“Come up in my pussy.”
That set off a powerful throb from his manhood – strong enough to make him grunt.
Grace’s eyes darted down to his manhood. “Ooo. That made him jump.”
“Never done it before.”
“Mmm. Well, you’re going to. But not on this damn couch.” She stood up and grabbed her phone off the table. When she saw him staring, she gave her rounded ass several shakes.
“You have such a great ass.”
Grace chuckled and started toward the hall, her hips swaying. “Get my water. What you waiting for?”
Shane grabbed the water and followed hot on her heels. She certainly wasn’t waiting. Her phone slid onto the nightstand, and she slipped into the bed, spreading her legs wide before he could even sit the glass of water down.
“Get down in there and warm me up.”
Eager for another taste of her sweet pussy, he had no problem with that. He climbed onto the bed and dived straight in.
“Mmm. Damn. You’re so good at that.”
Still lapping, he added another dimension by pushing two fingers deep into her canal. The way she squeezed around his fingers made him groan. “Damn, you’re tight.”
“Ooo, I like that. Don’t stop.”
Shane thrust his fingers in and out, centering his tongue’s attention on her clit. In no time, she was squirming beneath him, and he could feel her juices dripping from his knuckles.
An especially loud yelp escaped her when he sucked her clit, and she said, “I want that cock.”
His fingers made a wet, slurping sound as he pulled them free, promising an even tighter squeeze in just a few seconds. He pulled his knees under him as he lifted his mouth from her pussy, scooting into position.
Again, he was struck by the contrast of his cock against her skin. The sight set his heart to racing as he gave her clit a couple of teasing taps with the head, and then rubbed it up and down her folds to wet it.
“Give it to me. Put that cock in me.”
Shane pressed down on the stiff organ with his thumb, guiding it into position. With a push of his hips and a long groan, he buried it inside her.
“Ah yeah, that cock feels good.”
“So tight,” he groaned as he worked his hips in slow pumps.
After only a few strokes, his cock was coated in milky cream. Grace caressed her breasts, flicking the nipples with her fingers, and moaned “Oh yeah,” with every penetration. He picked up the pace a little, and her next moan was louder.
She felt like pure heaven – tight, hot, and wet around him. His instincts screamed at him to pound away, but he kept them in check. He pulled one hand away from where it was curled around her thigh, centering it over her clit.
Grace’s voice jumped an octave as he rubbed her clit. “Ah, shit! Yeah, rub that clitty. Damn.”
Shane kicked it up another notch, keeping his fingers moving. He had a bit of a numb feeling from getting hard so soon after covering her face in cum. It didn’t change how good she felt, but it did keep him from feeling as if he was going to come any time soon.
“Ah yeah, you’re getting me there. Faster. Fuck that pussy. Fuck that pussy, baby.”
Still feeling only a dull itch in the tip of his cock, he did exactly that. The fingers of his left hand dug into her thigh as he pounded his cock home. He moved the fingers of his other hand faster, until they were almost a blur. Her big tits bounced as he rocked her body, now free to move because she’d slapped both hands down on the bed to claw at the comforter.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right there. Like that.”
“Come for me,” he growled, driving his cock home as fast as he could while still keeping up the hot friction on her clit.
“Ah, fuck yeah!”
Her breaths came in rapid pants and her head lashed on the pillow. Clawed fingers jerked the comforter, revealing the sheets beneath. He could feel the muscles in her thigh tightening beneath his fingers. His reprieve was beginning to wear off, and the itch in the head of his cock intensified from the way her velvety smooth walls were milking him.
Her voice loud and warbling from his cock pounding home, she cried out, “Oh shit, I’m gonna come!”
“Ah shit! I... Aiee!”
Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice as her high-pitched scream echoed back from the walls. Her back arched up from the bed, thrusting her breasts toward the ceiling. Shane grabbed her other thigh, holding her in place so he could keep thrusting – keep her coming.
Her bowstring-taut body thumped back to the bed, jerking every time he drove his cock home. She yelped with every thrust, and then half sat up, screaming as another wave of orgasm wracked her body. Getting too close for comfort, he buried his cock to the hilt and held it there, feeling her walls contract around him as her orgasm played out.
After a minute or so of heavy, loud breathing, Grace looked up at him and said, “God damn
!” Her head dropped back down to the pillow. “Shit, you made me come hard.”
She lifted her head again. “You didn’t come, did you?”
He shook his head.
“Ah, damn. Let me catch my breath.”
Shane pulled free with a groan. Grace lurched on the bed and squealed from the sensation.
“That... That didn’t help me catch my breath.”
She let out a weak chuckle. “Get that water for me?”
He slid across the mattress toward the nightstand while she scooted back until she could sit up against the headboard. She drained the glass, still shivering every once in a while from aftershocks.
“You want some more?” he asked as she put the glass down.
“Mmm hmm.” Her lips turned up into a sexy grin. “But not water.”
She rolled over, rising up onto her hands and knees to shake her booty. Shane moved in behind her almost as soon as her butt started to jiggle.
“You want to see it shake some more, you shake it for me,” she teased.
He groaned, stroking his hands over her gorgeous ass while he pushed his cock against her nether lips. The tip found her wet heat, and he grasped her hips, pulling back as he plunged into her depths.
“Ah yeah. So deep,” Grace said as he hit bottom and paused, leaving his cock buried deep inside her. She bent down on one elbow, freeing up the other hand to reach between her legs. Fingers circling over her clit, she said, “Give it to me. Fuck that pussy and come inside me.”
Shane started thrusting, grunting from the feeling of her incredible pussy wrapped around his naked cock. “Probably not going to take long. Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You like this pussy, huh?”
“Then stop talking and start fucking. Beat that pussy up.”
He slammed his hips forward, a loud smack sounding as their bodies collided. Her butt quivered, and only his grip on her hips kept her from rocking forward. “Like that?” he grunted as he pulled back to thrust again.
The bed springs creaked in protest as he pounded his cock home, joining the claps of their bodies colliding, his grunts, and her moans. By some miracle, he didn’t immediately blast her full of cum, but he was losing the battle fast. He slowed down, hoping to stave off the inevitable.
“Harder. Don’t you stop.” She pushed her hips back at him as he thrust, smacking her butt into his thighs.
“Getting too close,” he grunted from between clenched teeth.
“Then give me that cum. Just fuck me hard
Realizing that it was more or less inevitable at this point unless he stopped completely, he dug his fingers into her hips. At least I got her off twice,
he thought as he gave her every ounce of speed and power he could muster.
“Ah yeah. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
Within a few rapid thrusts, he was on the brink. Through sheer willpower and a tight clenching of muscles, he kept his cum at bay. All it was going to take was a slight change in rhythm or shift of position to set him off, though. His body was screaming at him to let go – to erupt inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – fuck
! Ah fuck yeah!”
“Gonna come,” he warned.
Grace responded with a high pitched scream. “Give it to meee!”
Two thrusts were all he had left. A roar of primal release passed his lips as he slammed his cock into her one last time. His whole body jerked as he blasted cum into her depths, filling her with every drop he had left. His hips worked in spastic twitches, intensifying the sensation.
Grace suddenly cried out, “C-coming!”
He let out a comical grunt of stunned surprise as her pussy squeezed around him and she screamed. Some tiny, functioning part of his brain realized she was coming too. Then, even that faded as his sensitive organ spurted its final offering into her climaxing pussy.
By the time he could breathe without gasping, open his eyes, and take note of his surroundings again, she was lying flat on the bed with him on top of her, and his cock still buried inside her.
“Fuck, so good,” she muttered into the pillow.
He could only respond with a groan where he lay with his cheek resting on her back.
“I could feel that thing getting bigger and throbbing. Knew you were coming, and then... Ah, damn.”
“You came too?”
A contraction of her intimate muscles made him stiffen and gasp.
Grace chuckled. “Oh, I don’t want to, but I got to move.” She lifted her head up from the pillow then and said, “Oh, shit. You got to take the picture.”
Even going soft inside her, the stimulation of her pussy wrapped around him was too much. After a couple of rapid breaths, he rolled off her onto his back and groaned.
“Ah shit,” she exclaimed, pulling her legs together. “Already coming out.” As she rolled over, she tugged on his nerveless arm and said, “Come on now, get the phone.”
Only the chance to see his handiwork
and knowing that her jackass of an ex-boyfriend would be livid when he saw it allowed him to summon the strength to rise. He leaned over her, grabbed the phone, and started navigating the menus.
Grace lay on the bed with her legs still clamped together. “Ready?”
He nodded, taking aim with the phone’s camera.
She parted her legs, revealing a dollop of cum welling up from inside her. He snapped a picture as the bubble popped and the thick, white cream meandered down over her dark skin. It just kept coming, oozing from her canal and onto the bed, and he snapped a second picture.
“Damn, boy,” she said and laughed as she sat up and saw the mess. She reached out for the phone to look at the pictures.
Shane handed it over, and then collapsed onto the bed again. He closed his eyes, but only for a few seconds, because she tapped her fingers on his forehead.
“Come on now. We need a shower, and you need to change the bed. I ain’t sleeping in this.” She’s going to stay the night?
He thought with amazement.
“Get up,” she reiterated, and gave him a smack on the side of the ass to punctuate it.
“I’m getting up. I’m getting up.”
“Damn, I’m still dripping cum everywhere,” she said, and then laughed. “Get the bed changed while I go to the bathroom, then come get in the shower.”
He groaned and sat up. “Okay.”
She paused at the foot of the bed and said, “Because we’re fucking as soon as we get up, and we ain’t doing it all crusty.”
That incentive got him moving.
It was mid-afternoon before they’d showered again, dressed, and sat down in the front room.
Grace was looking at the pictures on her phone after deleting all of Jaymal’s messages – unread – and changing his name in her phone to LimpDick. “You know, I think I may just save these for myself. He ain’t worth it.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
She looked at her phone one more time. “Nah, mother-fucker deserves it. Called me a ho when the last time I dumped him it was because he was cheating on me.”
Shane shook his head and chuckled as she tapped out a message on her phone.
“Go fuck yourself,” she dictated as she typed. “Found me a real man.”
“Have to admit that I like the idea of him getting those,” he said as she finished sending the pictures and put down her phone.
“Can’t believe I’ve been wasting my time on fuckers like him. Ain’t no man ever made me breakfast.”
Shane laughed. “It was just cereal and toast.”
“It was nice. Guess I’m not used to that.”
“Guess you’d better get used to it.”
A brilliant smile crossed her face, and she leaned in to kiss him.
The coup de Grace
on the low points of both of their lives was only beginning.
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