Aunt Faye Ch. 8
To say Icy was hot to trot would have been silly. Few adjectives exist to describe a woman who simply wants to fuck. Hard, fast, deep, no frills, just git-r-done and we’ll worry about the foreplay later kind of fucking. That was Icy right now.
“Just stick it in me, Big Guy.” She gasped, breaking the kiss and pushing me toward the sofa several feet behind me. “I need you in me right now!”
When my knees hit the front of the sofa I went over backwards landing flat on my back with Icy on top of me. She crawled up onto me reaching between us to find my cock and worm it up and into her steamy wet pussy. Once I popped inside of her, she pushed herself down, taking me all the way to the root. She remained motionless for a full minute before she started flexing the muscles in her cunt again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder, all the while her face pushed into the hollow of my neck just under my chin. Her breath hissed from her nose and mouth against my neck each time she bore down on my firmly entrenched pecker until she gave one huge final thrust, froze in place, clamped her teeth down on the soft flesh of my neck, growled like a bitch in heat, and erupted like a volcano.
Ever so slowly, the convulsions in Icy’s pussy eased and gradually ceased. Her breathing returned to normal as the tension in her body relaxed and I could feel her stirring slightly as she lifted her head to look at me. She had a fiery glaze in those ice blue eyes that slowly morphed into a twinkle as she whispered, “Thanks, I needed that!” I still had not spoken a word to her since she had stepped from the limo. Her body began a slow undulation on my still fully impaled cock. “I guess it’s time to pay the man for his services, wouldn’t you say?”
“Um, sounds like a splendid idea to me,” I managed, as Icy inched herself up so only the very tip of me was still immersed in her.
With agonizing slowness she descended back down ’til she once again rested firmly against me. Her face nuzzled back into my neck and I could feel her breath each time she exhaled. Again she withdrew from me and again she lowered back all the way down. With deliberately slow movements she repeated her stroking. Up and down, again and again, keeping perfect cadence with her shallow breathing, for uncountable minutes. Each time her body came fully against me, I would flex my insanely hard pecker up against her cervix. Eventually, she began to grunt softly each time I flexed inside of her.
Her breathing became more ragged as she continued milking me with her sopping wet puss. The grunts were joined by a soft hissing as she breathed in and out in unison to her movements. I could feel the pressure building in my belly and knew I was getting pretty close to giving Icy what she came for. I was forcing myself to lay still and let her do all the work, but I was about to lose the battle when she lifted her face from my neck and rasped, “So how much you reckon I gotta pay the man for the services?
“Dunno, it depends,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“On what?” Icy begged.”
“Services rendered,” My reply.
“I want the full meal deal,” She whispered again.
“Blow job in the morning when I wake up.” Again, my reply.
“Done,” She wheezed.
As she drew up to the top this time, I locked my arms around her waist, pulled my legs up under us and launched upwards into her, pushing her toward the back of the sofa. Spinning as I lifted us, we landed with me on the top of Icy, and my cock lodged completely inside her. Her breath came in one harsh woosh as I stroked out and in exactly one time and sent the mother of all loads throttling deep into her now frantically pulsing cunt.
Icy growled again, like before but this time it lasted longer, and came from deeper down inside. Her orgasm was intense and lasted a long while. Her pussy continued to pulse through several gradually diminishing after shocks ‘til she lay quietly under me. Every now and then, she’d flex again until she finally pushed my now limp cock out of her, followed by a great glob of our mixed goo that ran down over my balls and pooled under her butt on the couch.
Exhausted, I rolled off her and sat myself on the floor next to the sofa. Many minutes passed before our breathing regulated and she could speak. Rolling on her side behind my head on the sofa, Icy asked, “So, does that mean I'll be spending the night so I can pay you in the morning?”
“It would seem that way,” I stated.
“Cool,” Her response. “But I don't have any jammys.”
“Awww, that's such a shame.” I said, “Somehow, I think we'll manage.”
I stood and turned to her reaching my hand out to help her up from the sofa. Glancing at the clock on the end table I noted it was after 2:00 AM. Taking her hand, I headed for the stairs and up to the bedroom, Icy in tow. Of course, the bed was all disheavled from my recent tryst with young Melanie earlier in the evening and the odor of sex lingered in the air. Hell, this whole house smelled of sex. I wonder why?
She crossed the room to the bed and snuggled under the covers and was asleep before I came out of the bathroom. I followed suit and was sawing logs almost before my head hit the pillow. What a day this had been.
In as much as I had just turned twenty one, and this was my first adventure living in my own place for such a short time, waking in the darkness with another person asleep in my bed was not a common occurance. That being said, something had wakened me. The room was quite dark, the only light being cast by a night light through the open bathroom door across the room. I was laying on my back. It was very quiet in the room but for the very shallow breathing of one very sexy Italian couger curled up in the covers on the far side of the bed. There was a blend of various scents floating in the air. My brain was still half asleep so it took a while to identify what they were. Perfume, more than one fragrence, the odor of cigarettes, and sex. Naw, I'm dreaming, and I had to pee.
I rolled out of the waterbed and staggered to the bathroom and took care of that problem. I returned to the bed and crawled back in and was again soon asleep. Again, I was awakened by movement in the bed. It was still very early and not completely daylight but the room had brightened slightly. I glanced up into the mirrors of the canopy over the bed and saw the shape of Icy, still sleeping on the far side of the bed. Slowly the events of the previous afternoon and evening seeped into my brain.
I had spent the early part of the evening with Melanie, ending up here in the waterbed screwing like bunnies. Then some time after one o'clock in the morning, Icy had shown up and we had sex downstairs on the sofa. Hence, the lingering scent of perfume in the air and the smell of cigarettes, not to mention the odor of sex. Then it came to me why Icy was still here. Silly me, I was gonna get a wake up call this morning from her.
I got hard instantly. I thought back on her last visit and the way she emptied my balls with her mouth. This woman is a pro. The clock on the night stand told me it was 6:59 AM. I wondered how much longer she would sleep before the fun started. I figured it would be cool to grab a quick shower and wash off the left-overs from last night.
I carefully rolled to the side of the bed and started to roll out when I heard a voice from under the heap of covers, “Don't you dare take a shower, Buster. I want you just the way you are right now.”
So, I lay back down as Icy emerged from under the blankets. Her hair was a wild raven colored tangle. The make-up was less than perfect, and I could see that I had smeared her lipstick when we were kissing downstairs. Those huge blue eyes were ablaze as she rolled across the bed and rose up on all fours. My dick was really hard now.
“I always pay my debts.” She stated, reaching her hand out to lift my cock up. Her tongue extended between her lips and she started way down on the bottom of my balls and slowly licked the bottom of my shaft all the way to the tip, carefully removing the rivulet of pre-cum that had formed there. “Know what I mean?”
No argument from me. Icy's long dark hair cascaded down, obscuring my view, so I just lay back and closed my eyes and savored this moment. She closed her lips around me and
went to work. I felt the back of her throat with the head of my cock. She stayed down on me for several seconds before she lifted her head pulling out to just the very tip again
her hand followed her lips up and down until she eventually took me all the way down her throat. I could feel the muscles in her throat working to keep me down there. As she withdrew, a great flow of saliva slathered my dick as she followed her lips again with her hand. I just had to watch her so I pushed the mass of tangled hair to one side with my hand so I could see.
One thing I had noted about this woman was that although she was not a screamer nor a moaner, she had a tendancy to grunt or growl when she was in the throws of sex. This was no exception. I could feel the vibrations her throat made each time she took me fully to the bottom.
