13
"What the fuck all did you buy? That's more than a couple butt plugs." I humorously quiz.
"Hurry home, I'm as hornier than when you first doggied me, or while Cliff was watching, I need another of your fantastic fucks. No, one won't be enough." Chantelle unbuttons enough of her dress to exposes and tweak her nipples.
"I propositioned Sharon, I was confident, direct and aggressive. She begged me to finger fuck her, right there in the store; I had her begging." Chantelle twists her enlarged nipples.
"My gawd, I've never been so wet." She pulls two fingers out of her pussy and delicately licks them.
"You propositioned Sharon?"
"Oh, hell ya, it was salacious, I was aggressive, seductive, like you suggested, I teased her verbally." Her fingers disappeared again.
"I picked up a double dildo, I rubbed on me, then her."
Chantelle was slouched down in the seat, legs as wide as the Vette's compact space permitted. 2 of her right fingers rubbing her pussy lips, her left pinching, twisting, and stretching her nipple, she turned her head to look at me, her eyes were lust filled.
"Oh Brian, it was intoxicating, I got her extremely horny, I let her lick my pussy juice from my fingers, she tried attacking me; wanting me to do her right there."
Chantelle's fingers were squishing, left hand on her nipples right hand fucking her cunt; my dick responding to the exciting display of carnal masturbation. I was in busy traffic so nowhere to pull over with any resemblance of privacy. I was resigned to only witness her have a masturbation climax. In order at least participate, my right hand fondled her left breast.
"She admitted they need to spice up their sex life; I convinced her she needs to feel a real man, my man, you, to fuck her, give her a multiple." Chantelle's fingers are barely moving, sliding along her labia, middle finger in her slot, the next two on either side of her shiny wet lips. She's squeezing and tugging her flaps more than fingering her cunt.
"She's willing to cheat on Cassie, it got wild, as we both got hornier, I remained in control, I felt dominate. I made her agree to submit to me, to be bound, gagged, spanked, and sodomized. I walked away; left her on the verge. That's why I wanted her to see me fucking with you on the car."
Chantelle presented her wet, pussy juice covered fingers to me, I licked and sucked them, as I drove.
"Damn Brian, it was wickedly provocative. I've never done anything like that, but WOW, it was liberating." Chantelle wiggles in the seat.
"Hurry up Brian, I want you, not my fingers. I also bought a long double dildo."
"I'm hard too, that sounds so exciting."
"Want me to suck you?"
"No, it's only a couple minutes more."
"So, are you willing to share your ex's?"
"Hell ya, with you, that will be spectacular."
She stretches across to kiss my cheek.
As we pull into the garage, the overhead door closes behind us, she drops her dress off her shoulders, kicking it aside.
"Fuck me like at the sex store, on the back of the car."
She splays herself on the trunk, I drop my pants, my arms under, around her legs, forcing them wide and up. I slide into her sopping waiting cunt, squatting slightly, so my upward thrusts are directly hitting her g spot. My arms keeping her legs up, fondling her tits as we fuck.
"You're like drinking salt water, my thirst only increases."
"OH, Brian I'm cumming already, that sexual excursion with Sharon got me so frikkin horny."
"Ohhh, uhhh, huuuhhh. Ahhh." Her fingernails rake lightly across my back.
"Ohhh myyy gaaawd Briaaan, youurrr sssoooo gguuuuud."
"Uh, RIGHT THERRRE, LIIKE THAAAAT, AAAAHHHH!" I lift her from the car, her legs and arms wrap around me, holding on tight. She continues moaning, hips thrusting. quivering through a tumultuous multiple. I walk into the house, bouncing her with every other step.
"Oh, fuck, Brian, your so guuuuud. Geezzusss, you just keep ME CUUUMMMINGGG, uuhhhh hhuuuhh, mmmm." Her face buries into the crook of neck.
I sit on the sofa she's on top, as we sit her feet stay on the sofa beside my hips, her hands on my shoulders, she's squatting on me, riding my cock. I let her control the pace, by rising and falling, slowly, deep stroking. My mouth licking her right breast.
I have one hand on her left tit, my other is toying with her anus. She is not only rising and falling; she's moving in a slow dancing way. Her bum is on my thighs my cock barely inside her, then she slides her hips ahead, engulfing me, rolling her hips as she glides upwards her pelvis against mine. arching her back so her belly is against mine she slowly slithers upward until my dick almost vacates her warm tight pussy. Returning her cheeks to my thighs; she repeats this sensuous circle type motion.
After several minutes we climax together. Her arms corral my head, her head tips, we kiss intimately, passionately, I fall sideways on the sofa, she stays on me, and we neck like young teenagers.
"WOW, I don't think I can let you leave Brian. Every fuck with you surpasses the last."
She sits up.
"On the barstool, I knew you were special kind of lover. Our first fuck was better than anything I'd ever had previous; making me realize, I missed out on a lot. Now, I'm afraid if we were to part ways, I would regret what I'm likely missing out on again."
She picks her cell from the coffee table, taps a couple buttons on her phone, passes it to me.
"Order some Greek delivery." She moves across the room, toward the garage, her gorgeous ass swaying; she retrieves the bags from the garage. My eyes riveted to her stunning, naked body.
"Chantelle you're exquisite, so gorgeous, I'd regret parting ways also."
She gives me a grand smile, wiggles her upper body so her tits shake, turns to go upstairs. She has one hand on the stair railing, stops, looks back.
"Let me show you some of what I bought." Of course, I'm ogling her. She twists, cups her boob, lifts it, licks it while staring at me, wiggles her bum, holding her cheeks apart, bends until her head touches the higher stair.
"Fetch us some wine, please." Then she trots up the stairs giggling.
I pour 2 wine and am toking a joint when she reappears.
She seductively strolls down the stairs, wearing a crotchless, black lace body suit, contrasting with her long wavy crimson locks and the see through fabric, accentuates her stunning body. Geezus, she's so damn hot, so sexy, again her sultry actions having a definite effect on me; I get a twinge in my genitals.
"Chantelle you're absolutely gorgeous, stunning, provocative; you need to wear a warning sign, 'dangerous goods." She giggles and exaggerates her hip sway as she approaches.
She is carrying a bag from the sex shop. She takes the joint from me, tugs on it, holding it in, tips her head back, exhaling slowly blowing tiny smoke rings toward the ceiling before sitting. She takes a sip of wine, dumps the bag on the coffee table.
"You bought a lot more than that."
"Yup, those items are for your ex's; you'll see them when they're here." She passes me 2 anal plugs, both stainless steel, jewel headed plugs, one about 1" diameter, the second larger, maybe 1 1/2".
