The party had been a bore and Christina and I had been
entertaining ourselves with stories of what we’d do to one another when we got
home. In fact, some of it was so dirty
that I was finding myself getting more and more noticeably turned on.
“Hey, you’re liking this, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I’m a red blooded man and you’re a beautiful
woman.”
She smiled and bit her lip and I knew, right then, I was in
for a treat.
“Do you think?” she asked, “that if we kept talking like
this you’d actually make it home?”
“Maybe not.”
“Hmmm,” she and frowned.
“Now when we get home, I’ll need you to fuck me senseless for a long,
long time. So what shall we do?”
“Show me your tits.”
“And how will that help?”
I smiled. “It won’t,
but it’ll be fun.”
“Naughty boy,” she said but took my hand and led me out into
the garden. Most of the revellers were
on the lawn, but she took me around the side of house, towards the garage. Pushing me back against the wall of the
house, she gave me a quick kiss and then stepped away.
She took off her thin cardigan slowly. Under it she was wearing a striped top and
she pushed her arms together, pressing her tits into one another until it
looked as though they were going to burst free. I glanced away briefly, to make sure no-one was coming and then
looked at her shamelessly, growing ever more excited by the dirty thoughts were
gorgeous tits were giving me.
Christina leaned over, looking me in the eyes and reached
down to grip my cock through my trousers.
She squeezed it and stepped towards me, her tits tantalisingly
close. I leaned forward, to breathe on
her cleavage and she slowly rubbed my cock, making it grow even harder.
“Would you like to cum on my tits?” she whispered into my
ear.
I didn’t answer, instead I dipped my head and kissed her
breasts, running from tongue between them.
Christina raised her head and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues squirmed against each other and
she began to rub my cock. I trailed my
fingers down, tracing the shape of her tits through her t-shirt. I pressed her nipples hard and made her
groan.
She undid the button and zip of my trousers and pushed them
roughly down my legs. I kicked them off
and my stiff cock tented my boxers.
Christina gripped it hard with her left hand as she threw her right arm
around my shoulders, pulling me against her, kissing me passionately. I
squeezed her left tit, feeling her nipple harden against my palm and her breast
pushed hard against the fabric of her bra as she arched her back.
She moaned into my mouth, her hand stroking my cock and then
she broke free of the kiss and pulled violently at the waistband of my boxers.
“I want to see your cock,” she said. The tip of it sprang out from under the
waistband and pinged against my belly.
“You really are excited, aren’t you?”
She wrapped her hands around it and wanked me, her eyes
wide. Her arms pushed her breasts
together, and they overflowed from her bra as I moaned quietly. I reached down, stroking her belly and into
the waistband of her skirt. I touched
her pussy, making her gasp. She was
excited, the gusset already wet. She
moaned as I applied more pressure and she moved her hips, grinding against my
fingers.
“You’re very excited too,” I said.
“I don’t know how you do it,” she said, “but I’m so fucking
glad you do!”
There was a cough from the area of the lawn and we both
looked over. Someone walked towards us
but we were obviously deep enough in shadow that they couldn’t see us. They went into the house, leaving the door
open and blocking us from view of the lawn.
“Nice,” she said and, holding my cock tightly, licked the
underside of it from my balls to my glans, tickling me with the tip of her
tongue. I let out a deep and contented
sigh and grabbed for her boobs as she slipped my cock into her mouth, stroking
the shaft of it still. I pushed my hand
further under her skirts waistband, pressing my fingers against her pussy
lifts.
She moaned and let my cock slip out of her mouth, lifting it
by the tip so that she could lick the whole shaft up and down. She flicked her tongue over the gin, looking
through her eyelashes with a lusty expression, then left my cock go. She ran it over her cleavage, leaving a
trail of her spit.
“Ready?” she said and I thumbed her clit in response. She shuddered at the touch and smiled. “Are you ready?”
I leaned forward, pressing my cock into her cleavage and she
pushed her arms together, squeezing her tits, the soft fabric of her bra and my
cock into the middle. The pressure was
wonderful, her skin so soft against mine.
I began to move up and down, thrusting gently so that I could keep a
hand in her knickers, fucking her tits.
She reached down and tickled the back of my balls and I edged forward
wanting more. I slipped my finger under
the gusset of her knickers, feeling it sink into the soft warmth of her pussy.
She groaned. “Oh I
love this, I love being with you, I love that we can be really dirty.”
“This is fucking excellent.”
She dropped her head and dribbled spit into her cleavage,
using my cock to spread it over her tits.
“I want you to fuck my tits until you cum,” she said, her
voice low.
I can do that, I thought.
“You are so fucking horny, Christina.”
I slid another finger into her, enjoying the rapt look of delight on her
face.
She pushed her tits together and when my coke poked out, she
darted for it with her tongue. With my
left hand I rubbed her nipples as I thrust harder, her tits wobbling and my
rhythm picked up. She reached down and
pulled her knickers to one side, allowing me easier access. I rubbed my thumb across her clit.
“Keep going,” she gasped, “keep going.”
I didn’t know if she meant my tit-fucking or my thumb, so I
rubbed her clit as fast as I possibly could.
It was the right response and she groaned, her eyes closed. I fucked her tits and finger-fucked her
pussy and she rubbed my balls and I tweaked her nipples. It was too much and the view from where I
stood, as Christina writhed beneath me and her cleavage became red from the
friction, was almost too much.
She came suddenly, a brisk orgasm that made her bit her lip
and her body vibrate and that was my cue to thrust harder between her tits.
“Are you going to cum soon?” she asked, pulling my fingers
out of her pussy.
“Yes,” I gasped, going to work on her nipples, making her
groan all over again. I pounded my cock
faster, her tits slapping at each thrust and soon felt the tingle in my balls.
“I’m coming,” I said and she instantly leaned back, gripping
my cock hard and jerking it quickly, aiming it at her tits.
The first splat of spunk hit her cleavage, the second her
right nipple. She jerked me quicker and
I had to lean on the wall for support.
Her hand wanked me mercilessly, getting as much of my cum as she could.
“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum.”
She kept pumping my cock, spunk landing on her tits and bra and belly and she writhed
under it, rubbing it into her skin.
“Oh God,” she said, “this is turning me on as well.”
I watched as she hiked her skirt up and slid her hand into
her groin, her fingers disappearing into her knickers. I could see them working, at least two
inside her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit.
“Oh yeah,” I said, “do it.”
“You like watching me finger myself, don’t you?” She pushed her knickers aside and used her
fingers to spread her pussy lips wide.
There was no need for lubrication, she was soaking down there. She reached back and I watched her right
hand appear from under her arse, two fingers from that hand slipping into her
pussy whilst her left focussed on her clit.
She came hard, her fingers speeding up and then slowing as
shudders racked her body, her tits jiggling as she made wordless sounds with
her lips. As her orgasm receded, she leaned against my legs,
looking up at me with dazed eyes.
“Wow,” I said, “that was fucking excellent.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, now take me home and fuck me somewhere
that I’m kneeling on carpet and not concrete!”
I couldn’t get her home quick enough.
