Six Months Later by Sarah Marston Page B

thinking fuzzy, but I was coherent enough to
know I'd be an idiot to let this opportunity to participate in incredible sex
to pass me by.  Maybe I'd risk my heart again on him, or maybe I wouldn't,
because contrary to what he seemed to believe, he couldn't just swoop back into
my life and with a few thrusts of his mighty cock expect me to forgive and
forget that easy.  But oh yeah, I was going to let him try.
    I grinned at him
and ran my hand down his abdomen until I reached his erection and gave it a
squeeze.  "Bring it on, stud.  Show me what you've got that's gonna help
me change my mind."
    He didn't waste
any time.  John's hands grabbed my ass, pulling my hips forward until my pussy
was plastered against his rock hard erection.  Shamelessly, I rubbed my crotch
against his, felt the rough material of his jeans stroking my clit through my
thin cotton dress and panties.  His mouth captured mine and I moaned as his
tongue caressed mine and the kiss got even hotter.  I captured his head between
my hands and kissed him hard, wanting to devour him with my mouth.  When his
big rough hand slid under my dress, pushed aside those panties and ran his
fingers through my wet folds, I thought I'd die from sheer pleasure.
    I pulled my
mouth from his and gasped, "God, that feels good.  Put your fingers inside
me, please.  I need you to fuck me with your hand."
    My cunt was on
fire.  It had always been this way with him - the minute he touched me my body
turned into a raging inferno, desperate for him to fill my every opening with
his hands, tongue, cock.  I heard my panties rip, felt the silk slide down my
legs and pool around my ankles, and used a foot to kick them away and knock off
my flip flops. John's mouth sucked on my earlobe, hard and wet, while he pushed
two fingers inside me and worked them in deep, then his tongue trailed a wet
path to my breast  He nipped down on my nipple hard at the same time he moved
those magic fingers in and out and all around and I writhed and rode them hard,
moving my hips in time in time to him sliding in and out, but I needed more.  Shamelessly,
I squirmed against his palm, silently begging him to touch my clit with his
free fingers.  He finally got the hint, rubbing and circling the enflamed nub, over
and over in perfect rhythm with his fingers fucking me and his mouth and teeth
sucking and biting first one nipple and then another.  I don't know how he
managed to accomplish all three tasks together but I wasn't complaining.  When
he whispered against my boobs, "You are so fucking wet and I can't wait to
shove my cock inside you," I lost it, spasms rocking my body, my pussy
shuddering around his fingers, clenching and unclenching, juices running down
my thighs.
    I almost cried
when he slid his fingers out, but when he slipped them between his lips and
sucked my juices off them, I almost came again just watching him.  That was so incredibly
hot.
    He grinned at me
and said, "I am going to fuck you so hard you come unglued, but first I'm
going to eat your beautiful cunt until you scream.  And I'm going to do it
right here in the open too, so the whole neighborhood can hear you yell and
know you are mine."
    It was an empty
boast, as it was unlikely anybody would hear no matter how loud I shouted
because my house was pretty much out in the middle of nowhere, which he well
knew.  But the very thought of the absolute naughtiness of fucking in the great
outdoors had my pussy pulsing and my blood racing.  I grinned back, speechless.
    He had my ass on
the table, my skirt up around my waist and my legs spread wide before I knew
what hit me.  The glass was hot against my butt cheeks and when his wet mouth
landed on my pussy and starting devouring me like he was a starving man, I
shrieked, "Oh, my god!  Whatever you do, don't stop!""
    His warm tongue licked
my pussy until I couldn't breathe, my hips bucking, body trembling, grinding my
sopping wet pussy into his face.  Then his mouth found