Part 1
Part 2
Intermission

Somehow in all this kissing Kevin has managed to extract his keys from his jacket. Like I said, handy guy.

Into his apartment we go. Now I am either going to be fucked, murdered, or fucked and then murdered. But since I am on the verge of a full body orgasm, my thoughts turn to something more important.

Like how fast I can get that thick dick in my cunt.

A girl needs to have priorities.

His apartment is a blur, other than the killer view of downtown. Kevin was not kidding about moving, boxes where everywhere, things mostly packed.

Into the bedroom we go, and he tosses me on the bed. He looks at me panting.

Oh my God. The duvet cover is like a million thread cotton. If his freak’n duvet cover feels so nice, what does the sheets feel like?

Then I am like shut up bitch and get to fucking.

And then I am like fuck fuck fuck I am on my period.

“Ah, so I, uh, think we should get a towel.”

Kevin is taking off his shirt. “Fuck the towel.”

“Kev, it’s one of those tampon and pad days. With wings.”

Fuck. Why the Hell did I say that?

“Fuck the wings.” He takes of his pants and boxers at the same time. His dick pops up.

Red and purple.

Hard.

Still pulsating.

OMG OMG OMG.

Kevin is even more yummy naked, but suddenly all I can see, all that is in my focus, is that penis. It’s like Kevin disappears, leaving only his dick behind.

“That is the best dick I have ever seen,” I admit.

My voice is like a switch. He jumps on the bed and just like is some stupid movie, rips my blouse off. Buttons go flying and before I can say stop I pay for that with my own money he roughly pushes my bra up, says

“Yeah! Oh God, your breasts are perfect, it’s like you’re a model!”

And then he shoves one in his mouth and starts sucking.

Sucking

Sucking

I’m going to have to interrupt this tale (we will get to this thick juicy dick in but a moment) and relate something about my body.

I am not some girl in a porn story. To get me off, you need to a) rub and lick my poufy parts expertly, b) finger my g-spot, or c) both. Sticking a dick in me and pumping away is not going to make me come. Just like almost every other woman on the planet.

With two exceptions. I have very sensitive boobs. You play with my boobs for twenty or thirty minutes, and I am a guaranteed to come with even the lowliest pencil dick. My body goes into hyper-drive. Chewie punches it, and I go off.

Which is why I started playing with my breasts in the car. Cause, yanno, he certainly isn’t going to eat me, and I don’t think I want him fingering me either.

I’m a smart girl—or so I thought.

Exception number two I did not know about at the time: doggie-style fucking does something to that g-spot. Bang away back there with some foreplay and WHAMO. I have been known to scream. Actually, when I am on all fours and some hot chick is back there finger fucking me, whoa boy. About the same, especially if she is talking dirty to me, biting my ass.

Anyway, Kevin is sucking. He is wallowing in my boobs. My bra is still connected in back, but he doesn’t care and after a few minutes neither do I. I am 1/3 turned on by that make out session in the elevator, 1/3 from the boob play and 1/3 by having a man manhandle me. It was just what I needed, and with each suck, nibble and lick I come closer to coming. I am that turned on. It’s electric, and I feel tingly.

It’s too much, it’s too much.

“Kevin…”

“Um?” Suck suck suck.

“Fuck me.”

“Hmmm.” Suck suck suck.

“Fuck me!” Suck suck suck.

“Mmmmm.” Kevin has my number now. He’s dialed it in. Suck suck suck.

The bastard. Oh God, the bastard. I moan. He sucks harder.

“Please please please oh please fuck me give it to me give it fuck me!”

Okay my begging finally gets to him. He yanks off my dark gray skirt.

He looks down. There I am wearing my “period panties”, lacy bra askew. The panties don’t match the outfit at all, of course, and this confuses him for a nano second and then I can see it in his eyes, oh ya, she’s on her period. Then he just simply yanks them off too, and throws them on the floor.

Now I feel the height of stupid. Little Miss Must Look Perfect (cause that’s what I do), bra at the bottom of her neck, string hanging out her twat, feeling like a dork who’s on the verge of some type of life altering orgasm.

At least I am shaved. I swear—string or no Kevin looks like he is drooling. I must look young. To him I am young. To him I am the babysitter. I’m the go to jail girl. He wants it, oh he wants it his body is singing, and he is shaking.

My practical nature floats above the sea of hormones for a second. “Gonna need a…”

Kevin grabs the string, my eyes go wide. He yanks it out.

And then, dear God, he throws it over his shoulder. It smacks against the wall… splorch… and slowly slides down, leaving… leaving…

Okay I avert my eyes and quickly take my bra off. He is now fumbling in the nightstand, and gets a condom.

“Here, give that to me!” I command.

He does.

I throw it where he tossed my tampon. I grab my feet, legs still in stockings. I am Kevin’s porno fuck. His model fuck.

“You clean? No AIDS?” the porno fuck girl asks.

“Yes, clean. AIDS, no.” No hesitation. He could be lying. I don’t ovulate on my period so I can’t get pregnant, but the dick looks fine. Kevin, I decide, needs a little special treat.

I can barely stand it. I can’t seem to get enough oxygen in my lungs.

“DO IT!” Please please please…

Wham! He is in me like that’s what he was made to do. I throw my legs over his shoulder, giving him the green light to

stroke away. His thick dick is perfect. It’s perfect. He is perfect. Sweat is all over his body, all over mine. He is pumping in big strokes. I am bouncing on the bed.

“Oh God! Yeah! Your little cunt is tight! Oh God. You’re a hard body! Good you’re beautiful!”

I moan. I squeak. I make noises that have never come out of my mouth before. I can’t help it, I talk dirty.

“You like that little girl shaved cunt, don’t you, Kevin? Huh? Oh, oh yesssss…”

“Yeah! Fuck yeah!”

Then he growls! And then bites my neck. CHOMP. He sucks on my neck. He is pumping, sucking, pumping,

I come, I am coming, I am dying, I am dying, I can’t even see! My eyes are open I can’t see! oh yes oh yes oh yes yessssssssss his dick oh yes the dick the dick, each stroke a caress of pure bliss, my body feels like on big clit one big clit.

I stop shaking and gasping and Kevin is still pumping away.

“Oh, yeah, I’m going to come!”

My brain turns OFF. COMPLETELY OFF.

“DON”T COME YET!” I hear someone say. Was that me?

Kevin looks confused. I push him off. And I can too, four years of workouts, training. I push him down on the bed, and he smiles. He wants me to mount him.

Then like a snake striking, a little hot pink cunt snake…

I put his dick in my mouth.

“OH MY GOD!” Kevin yells. “OH MY GOD! OH JESUS!”

Yes, I have turned Kevin into a religious man. Or maybe he already was.

His dick tastes like sweat and yes the iron tang of blood. I am busy slurping, concentrating on hot and wet, hot and wet. Kevin grabs my hair and yanks on it, pulls on it, it’s painful oh please keep pulling and he starts to fuck my mouth, he is fucking my mouth I can hear his body tense, feel his body tighten his dick grows bigger and harder and he is coming and coming and someone is screaming, oh yes I made him scream, a man is screaming for me, Kevin the thick dick is still pumping away and then his dick turns into that sensitive lightning rod and he pulls my hair until I stop.

I look at him. He is covered in sweat. He is dripping in it and he is still holding my hair like I am some naughty vampire he is trying to keep at bay.

I look into his eyes. They go from animal to Kevin.

And then they soften. Oh, they soften. He looks at me like I am a goddess.

I swallow.