Page 39 of The Fed Sex Man

Tyson

Locked in a passionate kiss,I pressed Jo’s body firmly against the front door. My right hand rummaged for the key while my left massaged her surprisingly ample breasts.

Obviously more interested in kissing her than opening the door, I fumbled aimlessly with the lock. Thirty seconds later, the door was still locked. Jo was dry humping my raging hard on. Ready to abandon my idea to go inside and prepared to fuck her on the front porch, I gave the key one last twist.

The door flew open. Tangled in each other’s arms, we stumbled across the floor until coming to a stop against the end of the loveseat.

I broke the embrace and drew a breath. A quick look at her revealed smudged glasses, smeared make up, and disheveled hair. Sexual tension hung in the air like an early morning fog. I reached for my zipper.

She did the same.

In a flurry, shoes flew, and garments followed.

Within seconds we stood before one another stripped of all clothing. Rendered speechless at the sight of her remarkable body, I stood silently and stared while she gave me a quick once-over.

Sexual fervor shot through my veins. If I waited one more second to fuck her, I was going to explode. “We’re fucking.” I wagged my finger toward the arm of the couch. “Right here. Right now.”

She glanced at the loveseat and then at me. “Glasses on, or off?”

I was thrilled that she remembered how much I liked them. I grinned. “On.”

Without argument, she complied. My eyes fell to her clean-shaven mound. Her wet folds glistened with desire.

It was all the invitation I needed.

Brimming with the eager excitement of a teen during his first sexual encounter, I guided the tip of my throbbing cock between her legs. As soon as her tight warmth encompassed the swollen head, I knew I was in trouble. After a few failed attempts to penetrate her, I retracted my hips and stared at her pussy as if it were Chinese math.

“No, no, no,” she complained, exhaling an uneven breath. “Don’t…stop.”

Her pussy was so tight I feared I may rip her in two. I gazed down at the milk-colored skin of her lower back and repositioned my hands on her hips. “Is it always this tight?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a light laugh. “I’ve never had an arm-sized dick in it. There’s nothing wrong with it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I alternated glances between her pussy and my cock. It seemed like a simple solution. Despite our eagerness to continue, shoving my dick into the mouth of a beer bottle would be easier than trying to penetrate her.

My experience with pussies was limited to fucking them. I wasn’t versed in the mechanics of how they worked, and quickly came to regret it.

Confused, I mentally scratched my head. “There’s no reason it’d tighten up or anything, is there?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “I’d say this is pretty normal, considering your size. You can make it work, can’t you?”

Getting my dick inside of her was going to require hard work and some sexual ingenuity.

“How’s your threshold for pain?” I asked.

“I like this kind of pain.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m dying here,” she complained. “Just fuck me, already.”

I had no intention of making her beg me for sex. One way or another, I was going to shove two pounds of dick into her tight passageway.

I drew a long breath. “Ready?”

She gripped the couch cushions firmly. “I’ve been ready.”

I forced the tip into her tightness and closed my eyes. Multiple mini-thrusts followed, each of which allowed me a fraction of an inch of additional entry. The feeling of having even a portion of my dick inside something so tight was glorious.