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Pink Butterfly Part 1 - Friendly Neighbours
I sat at my kitchen table, sipping my morning coffee, scratching my nuts, and cruising through news stories on my iPad. I glanced out the window and saw my new neighbour, Jessi, 2 stories below, stretching and warming up, getting ready to go for a run. Those jogging pants showed everything. A pretty sweet camel toe! Her rack was ample, too. I would love to see her weapons of mass distraction bouncing up and down.
The sight brought a sunnier disposition to my morning and a twinge to Willie and the wonkas. My ex-girlfriend had named my nuts the “wonkas” because they were between my Willie and my chocolate factory. The name stuck. Haha! I now had a semi from watching Jessi stretch. Man, I’d love to stretch her out in all the right places.
Jessi launched herself into her run, and I watched her disappear around the corner of a house across the street. I glanced down at my iPad and scrolled to the next news story: “Woman Shoots Husband In The Heart With A Nail Gun — Gives Love A Bad Name." Who writes this shit, I thought?
I shot back the rest of my coffee, closed the iPad, and took me and my half-hard dick to go have a shower. I undressed and admired my cock in the bathroom mirror. There was some 5 o'clock shadow going on, so I opened a drawer in my vanity and took out my manscaping tools to trim the hedge.
I took it down to the wood, and, in the process, the vibration from the razor gave me a hard-on. There was only one thing to do with the monster, and that was to put it out of its misery. I started jerking off, thinking of Jessi and her sweet camel toe. I pictured her naked with her lips around my cock, I pictured her in my living room on all fours on my couch.
I choked that chicken for all I was worth and blew my load into the sink. Such a waste of perfectly good cum. It could have fed a poor starving girl such as Jessi some much-needed protein. The poor little waif. Was cum good for the complexion? I’d love to cum on her face. I’ll have to initiate a GTS protocol later. Google that shit.
I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my now limp but freshly shaved, dick, and nuts. Hopefully, work will be drama-free today. Wait, I was the boss, so I could make my day drama free, which I did by taking the day off. Again. It’s good to be the king! Instead, I went grocery shopping, then came home and had a nap.
A week later, I stepped into the elevator in the apartment building after a long day at work. I was tired and had pushed the button to close the elevator door when, out of nowhere, a hand pushed into the elevator just before the door closed completely. The doors opened automatically, and in stepped Jessi with a couple bags of groceries.
“Oh, hey,” I said in greeting. My mood was lifted instantly.
Jessi flashed a smile, and her green eyes lit up. “How’s it going?” she asked.
“Not too bad,” I said. “I can’t complain because nobody listens.” Jessi’s perfume filled the empty air of the elevator. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it just teased the nose with its subtlety, and I loved it. It hit my olfactory senses in just the right way to make my dick start to get hard. Down, boy, I thought.
Jessi laughed and said, “Right?!?”
“How was your day?” I queried as the elevator and my cock kept on going up. I glanced down at my watch to see what time it was. I caught Jessi looking away hastily. Had she been checking me out? The thought ended abruptly when the elevator stopped at my floor. “This is me,” I said.
"Well, hey, enjoy your evening,” she said, smiling.
Her face seemed a little flushed. Or was it just my imagination? That thought was cut short as the elevator door started to close. “You too.” I managed to get out before the door closed. Dumbass, I thought. It was a wasted chance to chat her up. Just as well. Me and my semi-hard dick had to take a piss.
A few days later, on a Friday evening, I ran into Jessi at the grocery store a few blocks away. I saw her in the produce aisle, and I held back, checking her fine form from a distance. The produce coolers had mirrors on the top rim, and I saw too late that Jessi had been watching me. Fuck. Busted.
I pretended to not have noticed her and went walking up to her body and said hello. She had a small smile on her face when I approached. “Hi Jessi, how’s your evening going?” I asked. I tried to act casual, but I felt like a tool.
“Pretty good, thanks,” she said. “How’s yours?”
‘The same,” I said. “What’s for dinner? I asked, peering at her basket. The basket was just an excuse so I could check out her rack. Her nipples were poking out of her t-shirt. Was she aroused, or was it the cool air from the coolers?
“Oh, I was planning on chicken stir-fry but just might order in tonight,” she said. “What are you making?” She asked, peering at my basket.
“I have some beef short ribs I’m planning on braising up tomorrow,” I replied.
“Oh God, I love beef short ribs, especially when they’re thick and meaty,” she said.
The way she said “thick and meaty” made me pause for a moment. "Well, hey, would you like to come for dinner?” I asked. Come for dinner, and then you can be dessert, starting with those huge, well-nippled milk jugs.
“Wow, that’s so sweet,” she said with a huge grin. “I’d love to. I’ll bring some red wine and a salad.”
“That sounds perfect,” I replied with a smile. Try not to look too eager, I thought as I bid her farewell. Until tomorrow, then. Talk soon.”
….When Jessi got home, she was wet. She had creamed her panties when she glanced at his bulge getting bigger in the store, and her nipples were hard and in need of attention. That cock was fucking huge. She got even wetter dwelling on it.
She entered her apartment, left the groceries on the floor, and went straight to her bedroom. She closed the blinds and stripped down to her birthday suit. When she peeled her thong off, it was all sticky. She held it up to her nose for a sniff. She loved the taste of her own cream as she stuck out her tongue for a lick. Finger-licking good, she thought.
Heading to the bathroom, she turned on the light and gently teased her nipples while looking in the mirror. Jessi put one foot up on the toilet and started to finger herself. She did that for a minute and wished she had a vibrator. The old one had broken, probably from too much use. But she did have a vibrator. She opened up the cabinet and pulled out her electric toothbrush.
Her pussy was drenched as the buzz from the toothbrush filled the bathroom. She would have to get that pretty little cunt waxed for tomorrow. As she returned to her bedroom and lay on the bed, she started pleasuring herself with her improvised vibrator. She imagined that huge cock inside her, stretching her velvet walls. She tongueed her nipples and played with herself for the next hour, cumming many, many times….
The next morning, I was up early and prepped a few things for dinner, then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast before watching some TV until lunch. I browned off the short ribs and popped them in the oven so they could cook low and slow, peeled some potatoes for mashed potatoes, and prepped the Swiss chard.
After an hour or so, the apartment started to smell divine as the short ribs cooked. I checked the wine cooler I had and made sure it was well stocked. There was also vodka, scotch, rye, gin, and some beer. Plenty of panty remover. A couple of gin and tonics, turn up the thermostat, put on Journey’s greatest hits, and boom…nookie time!
The train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and saw it was Jessi. She came early. God, I hope so. I thought... I stood there for a few moments, taking in the view, before opening the door and acting surprised. “Hey, you’re early, but come on in, please.”
“Hey, how are you?” She asked, coming and handing me a bag with a couple bottles of wine in it.
Damn, girl, I thought to myself as I took the bag. “I’m good, thanks, and you? Would you like a glass?” I asked, pulling out one of the bottles and shaking it.
“Oh God, yes, please,” she said, coming in and taking a seat on the couch. “It smells sooooo good in here.”
I admired her from the kitchen as I opened the wine and poured her a half glass. Tight T-shirt, tight jeans, that perfume again, and a shade of lipstick I envisioned staining the shaft of my cock.
“Thanks,” I said, walking over to hand her the glass of wine. “Should be ready in an hour or so.”
“Oh, thanks so much,” she said. She took a sip and licked her lips with a long, pink tongue.
I had to keep myself from staring too hard. Speaking of hard... down boy, “That looks tasty. Do you mind if I, uh, I said, making a tipping motion with my hand.
“Oh, absolutely,” Jessi said. “I have a couple more bottles back in my apartment.” She suddenly realized what she said and snorted in laughter. “Oh God, that sounds terrible.”
I laughed with her. She likes saying “Oh God” a lot. She might be saying it louder and more often later on if I played my cards right. “That’s too funny,” I said, laughing along with her.
I headed into the living room to sit and chat with my glass of wine. As I walked past Jessi, she had taken a sip of wine and put her glass down on the end table and jumped up suddenly, exclaiming, I forgot the salad,” but as she stood, she bumped my arm, and most of my wine spilled down the front of her shirt.
We both exclaimed our apologies to each other at the same time. She was wiping her shirt, and I was trying to do something, which ended up being nothing, but I did it very well. I noticed her right tit had taken the brunt of the spill, and most of it was a diffused purple colour. Her nipple was sticking straight out. The wine had been chilled, and I was now staring.
She stopped in mid-sentence and looked at me, staring at her, open mouthed. She blushed and finally asked, “Would you like to clean it up for me?” In a barely audible whisper.
I didn’t say a thing. I pushed back down gently into the chair and dropped to my knees between her legs. I leant in and tongueed her stained nipple before sucking on it. That elicited an “Mmmmm” from her as her hand brushed the back of my head.
She had a little wine on her chin by her bottom lip, and as I leaned in to kiss her, I licked her chin clean. Jessi pulled me in tight, and we exchanged tongues and spit.
“You taste divine,” I said between kisses.
“You have no idea,” she said as she started to suck my tongue out of my mouth.
My dick was rock hard and bulging as I stood up. I lifted Jessi by the hands, and as she stood, we kissed some more while she rubbed my dick through my jeans.
“I had better turn the oven off,” I said, turning to head to the kitchen. We weren’t going to eat. Not dinner anyway. I turned the oven off, and when I turned around, Jessi was standing right behind me.
We started kissing again. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. Putting my hands under her arms, I hoisted her onto the kitchen counter. She looked at me and said nothing but wrapped her legs around me.
“I want to see your cock,” she said, blushing furiously.
I stepped back, unzipped my jeans, and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, and Jessi pulled her socks off. She rubbed my cock with her bare feet while looking at me. Those green eyes burned with desire.
I pulled aside my underwear and let the tip of my cock show. She caressed it with her foot for a few moments before I leaned in and helped her out of her stained shirt. She had gorgeous tits, and her nipples were saluting me, begging for some tongue attention.
I helped her out of her bra and lightly caressed a nipple with a finger while watching her face. She closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch. I lifted her wine stained tit, leaned in, and licked her nipple with a light tongue flick. Jessi groaned in pleasure and let out a sigh, making sure to thoroughly clean it.
We shared more kisses, tongue filled but softer this time, more sensual, as I ran my fingers softly up and down her spine. I could see and feel the goosebumps on her arms.
I stood back, lifted up her legs so they were straight out, and started to pull her jeans off. She wiggled her bum to help set them free. They came off and hit the floor. I stood and admired the stain on her thong. “Did I do that?” I pointed to her drenched pussy and rubbed her wet spot ever so gently with my forefinger.
I noticed the butterflies she had tattooed on her right side. They started with a couple small ones just above her pussy and wound their way up her rib cage, getting bigger as they went. I leaned down and kissed the very first one, just above her fortune cookie. “Very nice,” I whispered.
She leaned back on her elbows and brought her feet up to the counter so she could spread her legs wide for me. “What do you think?” She asked me.
I lifted my shirt off and pressed my chest against her bare tits, feeling her heat on me. I kissed her again as she wrapped her legs around me, pressing her wet cunt and panties into my abdomen. So fucking warm and wet.
I stood back and grabbed the strings of her thong and undid them. They fell on the counter along with the rest of her jizz-stained cloth, and I took in her bald snatch and nice, meaty lips. She was leaking profusely, and her lips were all sticky and splayed open, like pink butterfly wings. A gorgeous, wet pink butterfly that needed to be tongued, prodded, finger fucked, and cock stretched.
I took her undies and was going to throw them on the floor, but she took them from me and lifted them to her face. Her long tongue came out, and she licked the damp fabric. She then pulled my head in close and gave me a long, wet kiss so I could taste her. All I could think was, “Wow.”
I laid her flat on the counter, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and leaned in to kiss and tongue her nipples and tits. Her sticky mound moistened my midriff as she squirmed in pleasure. Her one tit still tasted like wine.
Then the idea came to me. I laid her flat, grabbed the wine bottle, splashed some of the contents onto her tits, and licked and sucked them clean. Jessi lay with her head flat and off to one side, played with my hair, and watched as I serviced those magnificent jugs.
Next, I poured some wine between her tits so it ran down her abdomen, a little pooling in her navel. I licked her tits clean and worked my way down to tongue her belly button and suck the wine out of it. I had better be careful, I thought. I might get loaded and pass out if I kept this up. I poured Mr. just above her slit, and the wine trickled mostly down the sides of her snatch. I spent a long time on both sides cleaning her up. She moaned and groaned at being teased and was spread as wide as she could go.
“Mmmmm, fuck. Lick my pussy,” she said, pleading.
“You want me to tongue-fuck you?” I asked as I kissed and licked her inner thighs. Then I tongue-punched her in the fart box, and her pink crevice really melted as she groaned even louder.
“Tongue fuck me, finger fuck me... Do anything you want with me,” she almost whispered.
I stood up, took my rock-hard cock, and teased her pink butterfly wings with my swollen tip. I didn’t push into her; I just stroked her pussy and got it nice and sticky. I rubbed her clit for a few moments before I walked around to the other side of the counter, where her head lay. She looked at me and my cock, glistening with her maiden oil.
She reached out and grabbed my shaft, her hand barely fitting around it. She guided my slippery cock to her mouth, where her tongue reached out to taste herself. Her tongue swirled all around my tip, and she cleaned every drop of herself off of it. It felt good to have her lick my cock. I had to resist the urge to shove it down her throat.
I pulled her off the counter and bent her down low over it. Her legs were spread apart, so her perfect ass and her pink and sloppy were positioned just so. I got down on my knees, and I tongued her dirty rosebud, teasing it and flicking my tongue over it. Jessi let out an appreciative moan. My tongue slid down to her pendant, wreathed in amber and pink. I kissed it softly, then gave it a quick flick with my tongue. Jessi groaned with pleasure.
I continued to tease her fuck button, entwined with my tongue, while I fingered her slick furrow. She was whimpering slowly and quietly at first, but the volume quickly rose as she started to cum. She was grinding her ass into my face as shudders racked her body. Her sexual eruption was phenomenal, and her inner thighs were dripping.
“Oh fuck,” she said, turning around and kissing me and licking my chin. I took my cock and rubbed her meat flaps while we stood, getting the shaft and tip all slick in preparation for what she was going to do.
Jessi led me to the couch, where she pushed me down and opened my legs up. She knelt down and kissed my abdomen while stroking my cock. “I want to milk you,” she said, softly kissing my mushroom. She kissed it, then licked it, her long tongue going in circles around it. She was talented. Somebody broke her in properly.
“I want to see your cum eruption,” she said as she let a long string of her saliva drip slowly onto my tip. It slid down my shaft, where she started to stroke me slowly, taking my cock head into her mouth. I felt her tongue working on my one eyed beast. I settled in for the show as she took as much of me into her mouth as she could.
She looked up at me and sucked my cock. As I had envisioned, her lipstick left streaks on my shaft as her saliva trickled down to my balls, and I wasn’t disappointed. It felt so fucking good when she was sucking my dick; the warm wetness of her mouth was driving me crazy.
She had a greedy look on her face and in her eyes as she stroked my shaft and sucked my knob. Her tongue piercing was doing something extra special for me. That sensation of a woman who knows what they’re doing when they’re sucking cock is amazing.
She would go down on me as much as she could, my thick cock stretching her throat to the limit. She would gag and regret a little every now and again, and all she would say was, “It’s so fucking big.” I brushed her hair out of her face so I could watch her work as she serviced me.
I could feel myself starting to get close to coming, so I lifted her head up off my shaft and watched the drool run down her chin and on to her tits. Without a word, I lifted her to her feet and got her on all fours on the edge of the couch.
Jessi looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with anticipation, her cock socket sticky with lust. She continued to look into my eyes as I stroked her pussy with my hand, then teased her clit again with my swollen tip. I watched her face as I eased the head in first. Jessi closed her eyes for a moment and moaned.
The warmth from her entrance was sublime. I pushed a little further into her with ease, her velvet walls gripped me like a vice. I finally pushed into her all the way, and Jessi managed to moan and gasp at the same time. I buried my fuckblade to the hilt in her skin purse. I was in all the way, just enjoying the sensations, not moving. I reached around her, grabbing her tits, and pulled her towards me. She put her hands on mine as I kissed her neck. Her head tilted a little to give me better access.
Leaning her forward I gave her an experimental stroke, long and slow. Jessi’s moan was low and deep. I gave her several deep, fast thrusts, and she whimpered with pleasure as my pelvis hit her ass, those big titties of her jiggling on impact. She was so wet and so tight.
Jessi squealed and wailed with pleasure. She got into a rhythm and fucked me back. Rocking her sweet ass back and forth into my cock. She was covered with a sheen of sweat.
I stuck my thumb in her ass as we glided and did “Mr. Bus Driver,” which almost made me bust out laughing, but all Jessi did was say, “Yeah, finger my ass,” between moans.
When she came her sugar walls squeezed my cock in convulsions. She orgasmed hard. Her body shook, and my cock bathed in her juices. I was getting close to unloading my canon.
My thrusts intensified as I felt myself getting closer to cumming. Her cream was all over my shaft as I pounded her. That sensation rose up in my cock as I started to cum. I quickly pulled out and shot my goo all over her in two hot loads. One covering her face and open mouth, and the other on to her huge tits.
She stroked me and took my pulsing cock into her mouth. Jessi swallowed what cum had made it into her mouth, and she licked her chin to get more. She kept stroking me to make sure the gun was empty. Grabbing her tits, Jessi licks the cum off her nipples.
“You’re fucking amazing,” she said, worshipping my thick cock with her mouth. Pushing my dick against my abdomen, Jessi started to lick her kitten juice off my balls and clean the rest of my cock.
“You’re not bad yourself,” I replied. I looked into her eyes as she serviced my half limp dick. Those green eyes of hers shone with lust and need.
I lifted her up onto the couch and opened her legs wide open. I started to tongue her bud and finger her to orgasm a couple more times. Jessi laid her head back and came.
My meat stick had recovered, and I stood up before her. Jessi leaned up, licked my tip, and kissed it without using her hands. She continued to tongue my snake with that long tongue of hers, and she looked up at me with glee as she did so.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.
As I got Jessi on all fours on the edge of the bed, I started to tongue her starfish. The moans of pleasure from her were gratifying. “So much for dinner,” I murmured.
Jessi looked back at me and smiled. “We can have leftovers for dinner in a couple of days when my best friend Chelsea gets into town from the west coast,” she said, smiling a wicked grin.
I stopped in mid-lick, my eyes wide open in surprise.
The sight brought a sunnier disposition to my morning and a twinge to Willie and the wonkas. My ex-girlfriend had named my nuts the “wonkas” because they were between my Willie and my chocolate factory. The name stuck. Haha! I now had a semi from watching Jessi stretch. Man, I’d love to stretch her out in all the right places.
Jessi launched herself into her run, and I watched her disappear around the corner of a house across the street. I glanced down at my iPad and scrolled to the next news story: “Woman Shoots Husband In The Heart With A Nail Gun — Gives Love A Bad Name." Who writes this shit, I thought?
I shot back the rest of my coffee, closed the iPad, and took me and my half-hard dick to go have a shower. I undressed and admired my cock in the bathroom mirror. There was some 5 o'clock shadow going on, so I opened a drawer in my vanity and took out my manscaping tools to trim the hedge.
I took it down to the wood, and, in the process, the vibration from the razor gave me a hard-on. There was only one thing to do with the monster, and that was to put it out of its misery. I started jerking off, thinking of Jessi and her sweet camel toe. I pictured her naked with her lips around my cock, I pictured her in my living room on all fours on my couch.
I choked that chicken for all I was worth and blew my load into the sink. Such a waste of perfectly good cum. It could have fed a poor starving girl such as Jessi some much-needed protein. The poor little waif. Was cum good for the complexion? I’d love to cum on her face. I’ll have to initiate a GTS protocol later. Google that shit.
I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my now limp but freshly shaved, dick, and nuts. Hopefully, work will be drama-free today. Wait, I was the boss, so I could make my day drama free, which I did by taking the day off. Again. It’s good to be the king! Instead, I went grocery shopping, then came home and had a nap.
A week later, I stepped into the elevator in the apartment building after a long day at work. I was tired and had pushed the button to close the elevator door when, out of nowhere, a hand pushed into the elevator just before the door closed completely. The doors opened automatically, and in stepped Jessi with a couple bags of groceries.
“Oh, hey,” I said in greeting. My mood was lifted instantly.
Jessi flashed a smile, and her green eyes lit up. “How’s it going?” she asked.
“Not too bad,” I said. “I can’t complain because nobody listens.” Jessi’s perfume filled the empty air of the elevator. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it just teased the nose with its subtlety, and I loved it. It hit my olfactory senses in just the right way to make my dick start to get hard. Down, boy, I thought.
Jessi laughed and said, “Right?!?”
“How was your day?” I queried as the elevator and my cock kept on going up. I glanced down at my watch to see what time it was. I caught Jessi looking away hastily. Had she been checking me out? The thought ended abruptly when the elevator stopped at my floor. “This is me,” I said.
"Well, hey, enjoy your evening,” she said, smiling.
Her face seemed a little flushed. Or was it just my imagination? That thought was cut short as the elevator door started to close. “You too.” I managed to get out before the door closed. Dumbass, I thought. It was a wasted chance to chat her up. Just as well. Me and my semi-hard dick had to take a piss.
A few days later, on a Friday evening, I ran into Jessi at the grocery store a few blocks away. I saw her in the produce aisle, and I held back, checking her fine form from a distance. The produce coolers had mirrors on the top rim, and I saw too late that Jessi had been watching me. Fuck. Busted.
I pretended to not have noticed her and went walking up to her body and said hello. She had a small smile on her face when I approached. “Hi Jessi, how’s your evening going?” I asked. I tried to act casual, but I felt like a tool.
“Pretty good, thanks,” she said. “How’s yours?”
‘The same,” I said. “What’s for dinner? I asked, peering at her basket. The basket was just an excuse so I could check out her rack. Her nipples were poking out of her t-shirt. Was she aroused, or was it the cool air from the coolers?
“Oh, I was planning on chicken stir-fry but just might order in tonight,” she said. “What are you making?” She asked, peering at my basket.
“I have some beef short ribs I’m planning on braising up tomorrow,” I replied.
“Oh God, I love beef short ribs, especially when they’re thick and meaty,” she said.
The way she said “thick and meaty” made me pause for a moment. "Well, hey, would you like to come for dinner?” I asked. Come for dinner, and then you can be dessert, starting with those huge, well-nippled milk jugs.
“Wow, that’s so sweet,” she said with a huge grin. “I’d love to. I’ll bring some red wine and a salad.”
“That sounds perfect,” I replied with a smile. Try not to look too eager, I thought as I bid her farewell. Until tomorrow, then. Talk soon.”
….When Jessi got home, she was wet. She had creamed her panties when she glanced at his bulge getting bigger in the store, and her nipples were hard and in need of attention. That cock was fucking huge. She got even wetter dwelling on it.
She entered her apartment, left the groceries on the floor, and went straight to her bedroom. She closed the blinds and stripped down to her birthday suit. When she peeled her thong off, it was all sticky. She held it up to her nose for a sniff. She loved the taste of her own cream as she stuck out her tongue for a lick. Finger-licking good, she thought.
Heading to the bathroom, she turned on the light and gently teased her nipples while looking in the mirror. Jessi put one foot up on the toilet and started to finger herself. She did that for a minute and wished she had a vibrator. The old one had broken, probably from too much use. But she did have a vibrator. She opened up the cabinet and pulled out her electric toothbrush.
Her pussy was drenched as the buzz from the toothbrush filled the bathroom. She would have to get that pretty little cunt waxed for tomorrow. As she returned to her bedroom and lay on the bed, she started pleasuring herself with her improvised vibrator. She imagined that huge cock inside her, stretching her velvet walls. She tongueed her nipples and played with herself for the next hour, cumming many, many times….
The next morning, I was up early and prepped a few things for dinner, then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast before watching some TV until lunch. I browned off the short ribs and popped them in the oven so they could cook low and slow, peeled some potatoes for mashed potatoes, and prepped the Swiss chard.
After an hour or so, the apartment started to smell divine as the short ribs cooked. I checked the wine cooler I had and made sure it was well stocked. There was also vodka, scotch, rye, gin, and some beer. Plenty of panty remover. A couple of gin and tonics, turn up the thermostat, put on Journey’s greatest hits, and boom…nookie time!
The train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and saw it was Jessi. She came early. God, I hope so. I thought... I stood there for a few moments, taking in the view, before opening the door and acting surprised. “Hey, you’re early, but come on in, please.”
“Hey, how are you?” She asked, coming and handing me a bag with a couple bottles of wine in it.
Damn, girl, I thought to myself as I took the bag. “I’m good, thanks, and you? Would you like a glass?” I asked, pulling out one of the bottles and shaking it.
“Oh God, yes, please,” she said, coming in and taking a seat on the couch. “It smells sooooo good in here.”
I admired her from the kitchen as I opened the wine and poured her a half glass. Tight T-shirt, tight jeans, that perfume again, and a shade of lipstick I envisioned staining the shaft of my cock.
“Thanks,” I said, walking over to hand her the glass of wine. “Should be ready in an hour or so.”
“Oh, thanks so much,” she said. She took a sip and licked her lips with a long, pink tongue.
I had to keep myself from staring too hard. Speaking of hard... down boy, “That looks tasty. Do you mind if I, uh, I said, making a tipping motion with my hand.
“Oh, absolutely,” Jessi said. “I have a couple more bottles back in my apartment.” She suddenly realized what she said and snorted in laughter. “Oh God, that sounds terrible.”
I laughed with her. She likes saying “Oh God” a lot. She might be saying it louder and more often later on if I played my cards right. “That’s too funny,” I said, laughing along with her.
I headed into the living room to sit and chat with my glass of wine. As I walked past Jessi, she had taken a sip of wine and put her glass down on the end table and jumped up suddenly, exclaiming, I forgot the salad,” but as she stood, she bumped my arm, and most of my wine spilled down the front of her shirt.
We both exclaimed our apologies to each other at the same time. She was wiping her shirt, and I was trying to do something, which ended up being nothing, but I did it very well. I noticed her right tit had taken the brunt of the spill, and most of it was a diffused purple colour. Her nipple was sticking straight out. The wine had been chilled, and I was now staring.
She stopped in mid-sentence and looked at me, staring at her, open mouthed. She blushed and finally asked, “Would you like to clean it up for me?” In a barely audible whisper.
I didn’t say a thing. I pushed back down gently into the chair and dropped to my knees between her legs. I leant in and tongueed her stained nipple before sucking on it. That elicited an “Mmmmm” from her as her hand brushed the back of my head.
She had a little wine on her chin by her bottom lip, and as I leaned in to kiss her, I licked her chin clean. Jessi pulled me in tight, and we exchanged tongues and spit.
“You taste divine,” I said between kisses.
“You have no idea,” she said as she started to suck my tongue out of my mouth.
My dick was rock hard and bulging as I stood up. I lifted Jessi by the hands, and as she stood, we kissed some more while she rubbed my dick through my jeans.
“I had better turn the oven off,” I said, turning to head to the kitchen. We weren’t going to eat. Not dinner anyway. I turned the oven off, and when I turned around, Jessi was standing right behind me.
We started kissing again. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. Putting my hands under her arms, I hoisted her onto the kitchen counter. She looked at me and said nothing but wrapped her legs around me.
“I want to see your cock,” she said, blushing furiously.
I stepped back, unzipped my jeans, and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, and Jessi pulled her socks off. She rubbed my cock with her bare feet while looking at me. Those green eyes burned with desire.
I pulled aside my underwear and let the tip of my cock show. She caressed it with her foot for a few moments before I leaned in and helped her out of her stained shirt. She had gorgeous tits, and her nipples were saluting me, begging for some tongue attention.
I helped her out of her bra and lightly caressed a nipple with a finger while watching her face. She closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch. I lifted her wine stained tit, leaned in, and licked her nipple with a light tongue flick. Jessi groaned in pleasure and let out a sigh, making sure to thoroughly clean it.
We shared more kisses, tongue filled but softer this time, more sensual, as I ran my fingers softly up and down her spine. I could see and feel the goosebumps on her arms.
I stood back, lifted up her legs so they were straight out, and started to pull her jeans off. She wiggled her bum to help set them free. They came off and hit the floor. I stood and admired the stain on her thong. “Did I do that?” I pointed to her drenched pussy and rubbed her wet spot ever so gently with my forefinger.
I noticed the butterflies she had tattooed on her right side. They started with a couple small ones just above her pussy and wound their way up her rib cage, getting bigger as they went. I leaned down and kissed the very first one, just above her fortune cookie. “Very nice,” I whispered.
She leaned back on her elbows and brought her feet up to the counter so she could spread her legs wide for me. “What do you think?” She asked me.
I lifted my shirt off and pressed my chest against her bare tits, feeling her heat on me. I kissed her again as she wrapped her legs around me, pressing her wet cunt and panties into my abdomen. So fucking warm and wet.
I stood back and grabbed the strings of her thong and undid them. They fell on the counter along with the rest of her jizz-stained cloth, and I took in her bald snatch and nice, meaty lips. She was leaking profusely, and her lips were all sticky and splayed open, like pink butterfly wings. A gorgeous, wet pink butterfly that needed to be tongued, prodded, finger fucked, and cock stretched.
I took her undies and was going to throw them on the floor, but she took them from me and lifted them to her face. Her long tongue came out, and she licked the damp fabric. She then pulled my head in close and gave me a long, wet kiss so I could taste her. All I could think was, “Wow.”
I laid her flat on the counter, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and leaned in to kiss and tongue her nipples and tits. Her sticky mound moistened my midriff as she squirmed in pleasure. Her one tit still tasted like wine.
Then the idea came to me. I laid her flat, grabbed the wine bottle, splashed some of the contents onto her tits, and licked and sucked them clean. Jessi lay with her head flat and off to one side, played with my hair, and watched as I serviced those magnificent jugs.
Next, I poured some wine between her tits so it ran down her abdomen, a little pooling in her navel. I licked her tits clean and worked my way down to tongue her belly button and suck the wine out of it. I had better be careful, I thought. I might get loaded and pass out if I kept this up. I poured Mr. just above her slit, and the wine trickled mostly down the sides of her snatch. I spent a long time on both sides cleaning her up. She moaned and groaned at being teased and was spread as wide as she could go.
“Mmmmm, fuck. Lick my pussy,” she said, pleading.
“You want me to tongue-fuck you?” I asked as I kissed and licked her inner thighs. Then I tongue-punched her in the fart box, and her pink crevice really melted as she groaned even louder.
“Tongue fuck me, finger fuck me... Do anything you want with me,” she almost whispered.
I stood up, took my rock-hard cock, and teased her pink butterfly wings with my swollen tip. I didn’t push into her; I just stroked her pussy and got it nice and sticky. I rubbed her clit for a few moments before I walked around to the other side of the counter, where her head lay. She looked at me and my cock, glistening with her maiden oil.
She reached out and grabbed my shaft, her hand barely fitting around it. She guided my slippery cock to her mouth, where her tongue reached out to taste herself. Her tongue swirled all around my tip, and she cleaned every drop of herself off of it. It felt good to have her lick my cock. I had to resist the urge to shove it down her throat.
I pulled her off the counter and bent her down low over it. Her legs were spread apart, so her perfect ass and her pink and sloppy were positioned just so. I got down on my knees, and I tongued her dirty rosebud, teasing it and flicking my tongue over it. Jessi let out an appreciative moan. My tongue slid down to her pendant, wreathed in amber and pink. I kissed it softly, then gave it a quick flick with my tongue. Jessi groaned with pleasure.
I continued to tease her fuck button, entwined with my tongue, while I fingered her slick furrow. She was whimpering slowly and quietly at first, but the volume quickly rose as she started to cum. She was grinding her ass into my face as shudders racked her body. Her sexual eruption was phenomenal, and her inner thighs were dripping.
“Oh fuck,” she said, turning around and kissing me and licking my chin. I took my cock and rubbed her meat flaps while we stood, getting the shaft and tip all slick in preparation for what she was going to do.
Jessi led me to the couch, where she pushed me down and opened my legs up. She knelt down and kissed my abdomen while stroking my cock. “I want to milk you,” she said, softly kissing my mushroom. She kissed it, then licked it, her long tongue going in circles around it. She was talented. Somebody broke her in properly.
“I want to see your cum eruption,” she said as she let a long string of her saliva drip slowly onto my tip. It slid down my shaft, where she started to stroke me slowly, taking my cock head into her mouth. I felt her tongue working on my one eyed beast. I settled in for the show as she took as much of me into her mouth as she could.
She looked up at me and sucked my cock. As I had envisioned, her lipstick left streaks on my shaft as her saliva trickled down to my balls, and I wasn’t disappointed. It felt so fucking good when she was sucking my dick; the warm wetness of her mouth was driving me crazy.
She had a greedy look on her face and in her eyes as she stroked my shaft and sucked my knob. Her tongue piercing was doing something extra special for me. That sensation of a woman who knows what they’re doing when they’re sucking cock is amazing.
She would go down on me as much as she could, my thick cock stretching her throat to the limit. She would gag and regret a little every now and again, and all she would say was, “It’s so fucking big.” I brushed her hair out of her face so I could watch her work as she serviced me.
I could feel myself starting to get close to coming, so I lifted her head up off my shaft and watched the drool run down her chin and on to her tits. Without a word, I lifted her to her feet and got her on all fours on the edge of the couch.
Jessi looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with anticipation, her cock socket sticky with lust. She continued to look into my eyes as I stroked her pussy with my hand, then teased her clit again with my swollen tip. I watched her face as I eased the head in first. Jessi closed her eyes for a moment and moaned.
The warmth from her entrance was sublime. I pushed a little further into her with ease, her velvet walls gripped me like a vice. I finally pushed into her all the way, and Jessi managed to moan and gasp at the same time. I buried my fuckblade to the hilt in her skin purse. I was in all the way, just enjoying the sensations, not moving. I reached around her, grabbing her tits, and pulled her towards me. She put her hands on mine as I kissed her neck. Her head tilted a little to give me better access.
Leaning her forward I gave her an experimental stroke, long and slow. Jessi’s moan was low and deep. I gave her several deep, fast thrusts, and she whimpered with pleasure as my pelvis hit her ass, those big titties of her jiggling on impact. She was so wet and so tight.
Jessi squealed and wailed with pleasure. She got into a rhythm and fucked me back. Rocking her sweet ass back and forth into my cock. She was covered with a sheen of sweat.
I stuck my thumb in her ass as we glided and did “Mr. Bus Driver,” which almost made me bust out laughing, but all Jessi did was say, “Yeah, finger my ass,” between moans.
When she came her sugar walls squeezed my cock in convulsions. She orgasmed hard. Her body shook, and my cock bathed in her juices. I was getting close to unloading my canon.
My thrusts intensified as I felt myself getting closer to cumming. Her cream was all over my shaft as I pounded her. That sensation rose up in my cock as I started to cum. I quickly pulled out and shot my goo all over her in two hot loads. One covering her face and open mouth, and the other on to her huge tits.
She stroked me and took my pulsing cock into her mouth. Jessi swallowed what cum had made it into her mouth, and she licked her chin to get more. She kept stroking me to make sure the gun was empty. Grabbing her tits, Jessi licks the cum off her nipples.
“You’re fucking amazing,” she said, worshipping my thick cock with her mouth. Pushing my dick against my abdomen, Jessi started to lick her kitten juice off my balls and clean the rest of my cock.
“You’re not bad yourself,” I replied. I looked into her eyes as she serviced my half limp dick. Those green eyes of hers shone with lust and need.
I lifted her up onto the couch and opened her legs wide open. I started to tongue her bud and finger her to orgasm a couple more times. Jessi laid her head back and came.
My meat stick had recovered, and I stood up before her. Jessi leaned up, licked my tip, and kissed it without using her hands. She continued to tongue my snake with that long tongue of hers, and she looked up at me with glee as she did so.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.
As I got Jessi on all fours on the edge of the bed, I started to tongue her starfish. The moans of pleasure from her were gratifying. “So much for dinner,” I murmured.
Jessi looked back at me and smiled. “We can have leftovers for dinner in a couple of days when my best friend Chelsea gets into town from the west coast,” she said, smiling a wicked grin.
I stopped in mid-lick, my eyes wide open in surprise.
Published 24th Jun 2024
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Nothing like a big pair of titties to play with when fucking!
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