Author's note: The following chapter is a continuation of the INTERNATIONALLY acclaimed erotic literature (and foolishly named) "Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em". That piece of artistry won a MAJOR PRIZE (ok, it was $75 in gift certificates at the Literotica toy store) for the Nude Day writing contest (every time I hear of a 'major prize' I'm reminded of that classic movie "Christmas Story". Remember when the dad was boasting about his major prize? It finally came in a huge wooden box with 'FRAGILE' stamped on it in big, black letters. He puffed up and said "Look, it must be French," and then he pronounced the word "FRA-GEE-LAY". God, that cracks me up every time). I just want to let new readers know that even though it isn't necessary to read chapter one first (but it is a MAJOR PRIZE WINNER, ya know!) it will give them better character background for this story.
Here is a summary of that story for you lazy bones who don't want to read it: Alexis//Tomboy//Nebraska//Nude Day// Bazillionair's yacht//Texas Hold 'em// Lost the game//Stripped naked//HOT SEX. If that doesn't convince you to read it I don't know what will!
When you last saw our skinny little heroine, Alexis, she was enjoying the fruits of her loss at the poker table. Bryan, the tall, dark and handsome (and sinfully wealthy) owner of the yacht had won the game and got to name a task for Alexis to perform. Apparently the task had something to do with plumbing because Alex cleaned his pipes, but good. Bryan, in turn, reciprocated by munching on Alexis' marble sized nipples and the slipperiest clit this side of the Pecos. Did you think that was the end of it? Nooooooo waaaaaaay.
CHAPTER TWO: ISLANDS IN THE STREAM
I gazed down at Bryan with lust filled eyes (oh my god, I sound like a romance novelist!). He had rolled me on top of him after we had performed inspired fellatio and cunnilingus on each other (I LOVE those words; they are soooo descriptive and fun). Bryan's semi-hard cock was nestled between my slippery legs, which were wet from my explosive orgasms a few minutes prior.
I was so relaxed I felt like a puppet dangling from strings. I could still feel little tremors emanating from my nether regions, like aftershocks of a California earthquake. Sometimes I'm way too chatty for the situation (you are probably nodding your heads in agreement) but for once I kept my mouth shut and let my body do my talking.
By clenching my legs together I was able to securely trap Bryan's prick just south of my hairless, Brazilian-waxed honey trap. My pussy juices and Bryan's saliva made a perfect lotion to coax his fun stick back to life. I was basically doing push-ups allowing my legs to squeeze and release him as I moved up and down. If my maneuver was an Olympic gymnastic event I'd have a gold medal dangling between my teensy, weensy, itty bitty titties for sure.
Bryan was responding as I hoped. He was making these cute little moaning sounds like a puppy getting his tummy scratched. His cock was rock hard again and he was moving his own hips in rhythm to my push-ups. I slid down just enough so the head of his prick was running up and down my wet slit, nudging my engorged clit with every stroke. I'm not going to lie, I could have exploded again right then but I wanted Bryan deep inside me for our finale.
Bryan was arching upward in an attempt to penetrate my tight glory hole and made a move with his hand to guide his missile into my silo (military terms can be sexy too!). I stopped him by pinning his hands to the bed. By changing my position slightly I was able to allow the head of his gorgeous cock to barely slip inside me. I held still for a moment to let my inner body heat stimulate him further. I swear I could feel his prick expand, filling the entrance to my womanly cave.
I pushed myself up to my knees but paused directly over his rigid dick. It's a good thing I'm athletic and exercise a lot because my legs were getting a major workout. Thank you Mr. Pilate! I was also doing Kegels while I held my position (girlfriends, try these pussy muscle contractions; your guy and your gynecologist will both be happy). Bryan's eyeballs were rolling around like a slot machine; I do believe I had his undivided attention, sports fans.
Bryan was moaning and groaning like he was being tortured so I figured he (and I) deserved some relief. I slooooooowly lowered myself down his hard pole. I was so slippery by now there was no problem with lubrication. When I bottomed out I ground my pussy on his pubic bone. I don't believe I covered this point about Bryan but he was neatly groomed, if you know what I mean. His pubic hair was very short; about the same as his stylish two-day growth of facial beard. I'm telling you that because my hungry little clitty was a happy girl getting stimulated from his prickly patch.
For the first time since we started this new round of pleasure Bryan spoke.
"Alex, you are killing me! Please let me move," he managed to croak out.
I smiled benevolently at him and released his hands that I had pinned to the bed.
"Ok, sweetie, go for it," I breathed.
His fingers made a beeline for my hardened nipples and he began pulling and twisting them like he was trying to tune in an obscure radio station. An electric shock shook me because my nips were so sensitive. Oh god, what a heavenly feeling. Bryan's hips pushed me up and then he stroked downward to nearly pull out of me. I could feel my pussy juice gushing around his already soaked cock.
Bryan moved his hands down from my tiny chest to my hips. His strong hands couldn't completely encircle my waist but I felt like I was being held in the grip of one of those circus strongmen. He pushed me down on to his lap again and began stroking in and out in a rhythm that soon had me panting like a dog on a hot day. Since I was on top I did what I could but Bryan had definitely taken charge of our game of hide the salami.
Since I had given Bryan such an excellent blow job earlier (if I do say so myself!) he apparently was prepared to be a marathon man. Whew, was I getting the ride of my life! My poor little pussy was getting pounded and every up-stroke was hammering my engorged clitty relentlessly.
All of a sudden, Bryan flipped me over on my back and began thrusting into me like a jackhammer. I arched my back and spread my legs wide to let him penetrate me fully. Because of this new position, the head of Bryan's cock was now massaging my g-spot perfectly. I'm not terribly experienced in love making but I've had my share of dancing in the sheets. This man was sending me completely over the edge with his passion and lust. I wrapped my legs around his butt and helped him slam into me.
I'm a little shy about verbalizing during sex because I always thought it sounded cheesy in porno movies and in print. However, I was now in a very different spot and the words started to pour out me.
"Bryan, please fuck me harder; please harder," I groaned into his ear.
His response was to increase his speed and as he bottomed out inside me our bodies created that slapping sound that means two people are really getting it on. Bryan's heavy balls were hanging down well away from his body and thumped against my ass with every stroke. My, oh my, I'm not sure I'm going to live through this.
I was using every dirty word I've ever heard to beg for him to keep fucking me. I hoped no one was listening-oops, too late-what about our friends in the next room? I suspect they might be getting their minds blown by hearing sweet Alexis curse like a drunken sailor in a bar fight.
