HER SEXY D-CUPS  chapter 3 part 2 of 3

HER SEXY D-CUPS
chapter 3 part 2 of 3

“Your mouth tastes like pussy!” Eva said when we parted.

“That’s a hell of a ‘Good Morning’,” I laughed.

She smiled and said that she didn’t say it was a bad thing.

“You know what pussy tastes like?”

“I’ve had a taste from time to time.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Does that shock you?”

“No, it does not shock me. I just never thought about it, is all.”

“Want to know a secret?” she said. Her hand pulled the tie loose from my robe and it felt open. “When I first started my job, I will admit that I stared at Rita’s crotch a few times. But then I saw yours.”

She put her hand on my cock and pressed her face to mine and we were soon locked in another power kiss. She stroked me as we kissed, my cock swelling in anticipation. When she broke our kiss, she lowered her head and took my fully erected cock into her mouth and sucked me with a syphoning force while kneading my balls into a tight mass. The fact that the last place my dick had been inside her asshole did not seem to bother her.

I let out with a squeaky moan when I felt her finger jam into my ass. It felt good, intensified the feeling.

Eva detached her mouth from my member for a moment and said, “After what you did with my ass, I’m goanna have to find something creative to do with yours!” Then she sent right back down to sucking.

After a couple of minutes Eva must have sensed that I was getting close to the edge because she came up for air and soon maneuvered her body onto mine, facing me.

“I’m so fucking wet!” she hissed at me.

She guided the head of my cock between her lavish lips and lowered her body onto me, and I slid right in, all the way, deep into her warm, wet cunt. And we fucked, hard and loud, on our second-floor balcony with Eva’s naked back plainly visible to anyone on the grounds below. I hoped there was nobody out there that early in the morning. It did not take long. We came as one in short order.

I felt like a beaten dog. Eva had used my upper body for a pin cushion and my cock was raw. My jaws ached from our turbulent kisses and from my tongue doing acrobats in her pussy and ass. I told her I was going to take a shower. After about four or five minutes I was fully lathered and trying to scour off our sex when Eva came through the bathroom door naked and sat on the toilet and took a pee. She felt that after everything we had already done there was no embarrassment. She looked at me through the shower glass.

“Wash your cock for me,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Let me see you wash your cock. I want to watch it grow. Jerk off for me.”

The sides of my cock were rubbed raw, and the water already burned. But I soaped up both of my hands and started washing it for her.

“Get it hard!” she said.

With the hot water streaming down on me and the thick soap giving me a nice slick surface, I went to work and soon it was back to some serious wood. Eva stepped in the shower and took my cock in her hand and continued where I had left off. We were soon again kissing, with mouths of soaring tongues. I felt her rubbing the head of my cock against her clit and the nails of her other hand digging into me.

“I want you one more time,” Eva said. I kissed and started to insert my cock into her. She tensed and said, “Eat me first!”

I lowered my body slowly, pausing to nibble on her nipples and navel briefly on the way down. On my knees, I licked her pussy, and I took her lovely swollen lump into my mouth and started singing’ in the rain. I played her pussy like a kazoo, humming a tune as I chowed down. I felt her body tremble, and she hummed along, and I stayed down a long time until she pulled my head upward.

“Let’s fuck!” she whispered.

There was a narrow ledge on the shower wall about a foot from floor. Eva put one foot up on the ledge giving us an advantageous angle. She rammed my cock into her pussy and her tongue into my mouth. After the prolonged cunnilingus Eva had just received, it did not take long before she exploded, her fervent groans echoing off the tiles. We could not get any wetter, but I felt her warm rush, nonetheless, oozing out around my cock, down our legs and down the drain. That just made me fuck her harder. I wanted to leave her with one more load.

“God, we can fuck!” Eva exclaimed. “I knew it would be great, but we fuck even better than I thought we would!”

I shot my load and we slipped and almost fell when I swung into her too hard and knocked her against the wall. I sucked another hickey onto her shoulder as she dug into my back with her fingernails. I figured if she were going to leave me with battle scars, I would leave her with some too.

After we were all cleaned up and dressed, we kissed goodbye in the room, and left separately. We agreed we would be in touch again soon.

That afternoon I ran some errands and when I got home around four o’clock Rita was not there. When I had not heard from her by five, I called her cell phone, got voice mail, and left a message. I soon got a text from her saying that she would not be back for a couple of days; she said she would be home Monday evening and we could talk. I knew that did not sound good. So, I had two days for my wounds to heal and think about what I had gotten myself into.

I was waiting for her when she came home from work Monday. She carried an overnight bag, so she had planned of time is not home with me over the weekend. We said our hellos and she put the bag down on the floor. She looked nervous and when I went to kiss her, she seemed to stiffen, and the kiss was tentative at best. The air was tense. We sat down, Rita on the sofa and me on a chair facing her.

“You texted me that you wanted to talk?” I asked.

“Yes. We need to talk,” she said. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Start wherever you want,” I replied.

She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.

“I did not see Eva today, she was out in the field all day. How was your birthday?”

“It was good. Certainly, a shocking surprise to both of us.”

“Is she a good fuck?”

“Rita, please…”

“I am sorry. Please pretend I did not say that. I know that is not fair.”

Then she started crying. I started to move to the sofa to console her, but she waved me back to my chair.

“Rita, tell me what’s going on!”

“I’m sorry…” she mumbled.

“Where have you been the last two nights?”

To be continued