“It’s finally happening... Come on Christy, take it all… This could be my last ever piece of strange... Deeper bitch... She’ll never find out, how could she…God, her lips look so good around my cock…Where did I set my beer…This is really a bad angle for her…”
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As she knelt on the living room floor, orally accepting this sudden cock lashing, my mind rode out a tornado of thoughts, unable to believe that the blowjob I was getting from Christy was real this time. I had played out this scenario numerous times in my head, and hand; bumping into the side of the dinner table with every other hip thrust had never worked its way into any of them. If I was going to feed her my cock, then I might as well do it right, or at least how I’ve always wanted to.
With the first words spoken since we initially embraced a song ago, I directed, “Let’s go back to my room,” while lifting her from her knees.
As our faces met, our open mouths collided for our first ever tongue exchanging kiss, which invoked an anticipatory whimper from deep within her. It was a strong and aggressive probing kiss, but instead of being passionate, it was more lust quenching, as if we were lapping up water from an oasis after being lost in the desert.
My king-sized bed frame was built for a single nine-inch futon, which I had replaced with a box spring and mattress. This brought the top of the bed to a convenient throat-positioning level for a five-eleven guy sporting a raging hardon. I told Christy to lay on her back with her head hanging off the side as I undressed.
“Now you’ll be able to take all of me. Unbutton your shirt, I want to play with you while I fill your throat.”
Over the years, I had some fleeting glances of her tits, but now exposed beneath me, I was able to admire them like wall art. Having never breastfed, her bell-shaped breasts nested high and proudly-firm across her chest, despite being in her late thirties. Her dark areolas where larger than I remembered envisioning, but their half-dollar shape afforded the ample surface area for nipples the size of pinky tips, which stood fully erect from their platforms. I leaned down and sucked each one eagerly, moistening them with the mouth of a Pavlov dog as anxious mewls cried out from the mouth inches from my cock.
As I stood back up, Christy grabbed my shaft and guided me into her mouth, swirling and sucking on my swollen mushroom tip. I pulled her hand away and began to shove further into her mouth until she had half of me before pulling out. I entered her again, three-quarters this time, and backed out. She hadn’t gagged once since I got her into position.
“I want it all, my throat is so relaxed,” she begged.
Sliding my entire cock into her gapping mouth, I watched as her throat expanded to accept my traversing manhood, massaging it as she attempted to swallow. My balls, initially coming to rest across her nose, began to slap against her face as I rocked my hips back and forth.
Christy gargled sloppily, and then emitted a deep moan as I reached for the “Y” of her yoga pants and rubbed the top of her cunt. Slipping a hand beneath her waistband, my fingers found a warm pool of juices puddled at her opening and her moans gave way to high-pitched squeals as I penetrated her with my fingers. Her upper body shook violently, releasing my cock from deep in her esophagus, and allowing her to implore, “Bo, please fuck me now. I promise I’ll swallow every drop of you before we’re done, but right now I need to feel you deep in my cunt. Fuck me please.”
“Take those pants off and put your ass right where your mouth was,” I ordered, “I’m staying right here.”
Sitting up, she quickly stripped out of her yoga pants and tossed off her blouse in one motion before hopping to her feet in front of me. I immediately spun her around and pushed her face down, bent over the side of the bed. Her pussy needed no more prepping, I spread her legs and entered her to the hilt with one hard thrust.
She exhaled loudly, “Oh my God yes, fuck me hard.”
With one hand holding her hip, the other on the small of her back, I did just that. This was for all the close calls, all the self-fulfilling backrubs, all the abandoned slow dances. All the fucks I had fantasized of giving her, were now being rolled into one, untamed, pussy-savaging rampage as I buried myself into mercilessly. Her moans grew into howls of euphoria and she began to buck like a wild pony, trapped in a revolving door.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she screamed as her pussy broke like a water main, her body contracting uncontrollably.
“Ah God, cum on my fucking cock with your fucking cunt. Cum on my big fucking dick, cum on that big fucking dick, cum on my big…yes, yes, yes. Oh, you feel so fucking good,” I directed her through her quaking orgasm as my own simultaneously shot from every unenveloped extremity into a collision deep in my balls before reverberating violently through my impaling cock vein and launching deep into her gushing pussy in a back-arching series of time-bending explosions. “Oh, my FUCKING Gawwwd!”
I pulled out of her, her knees buckled and slid to the carpet between my feet while she grasped the side of the bed with her remaining strength, leaving her face buried into the mattress. I headed for the shower. It was one helluva start to the evening.
Just as I finished with my quick shower, Christy came into the bathroom still naked and streaks of our combined juices running down the inside of her thighs.
“Fuck Bo, that was, I don’t know, I can’t describe it. We could have been having that kind of roommate sex this whole time?” she questioned.
“Think how boring tonight would probably be if we had. Good things come to those who wait.” I replied, “Hop in, I’m going to grab a beer and will be out on the couch. Come join me, only boy shorts and t-shirt allowed.”
Christy, looking a bit refreshed from her shower, and dressed as told, found me on the couch in a pair of boxers, TV remote in one hand, nearly empty bottle of pale ale in the other. She took her usual seat in a small reclining rocker just to the left of the couch where she is accustomed to seeing me watch three or four programs at once, flipping back and forth annoyingly.
“I can’t believe we actually did it,” she began, “I always wanted to, but worried that it would end up being the beginning of the end of our friendship, and I have really enjoyed living here with you Bo. Since I know this will forever be our secret, I’ll share another one. When I would hear you fucking other girls some nights, I would lay in my room and pretend it was me and end up having the craziest orgasms. But nothing compared to what you just did to me. That was, fuck, I still can’t explain it.”