Page 93 of The Fed Sex Man

“I’m not even wearing those stupid things home. You can give me a pair of shorts or something. I’m done with them. Throw ‘em in the trash.”

I was wearing my birthday suit, and she was equally as naked. The mood to have sex, however, seemed to be lost during the commotion.

“Are you out of the mood?” I asked.

“No,” she huffed. “This little scrape isn’t going to stop me.”

“You look cute down there,” I said.

She adjusted her glasses. “Put your dick in my mouth.”

If I let her suck my cock, it’d be over before it got started. She was far too good at it. I put my hands against my hips and let out a sigh. “The last time we tried that, you sucked me stupid. I’m not falling for that trick again.”

She rose to her feet and squatted in front of me, taking my flaccid cock in her hand as she did so. She licked her lips. Paralyzed by anticipation, I watched as she guided it into her mouth. Two strokes of her mouth later, I was as hard as a rock.

“That’s enough of that.” I retracted my hips and extended my hand. “Come on, Cowgirl. I’ll carry you.”

I carried her to the bedroom and carefully lowered her to the edge of the bed. Still sporting a rather hard dick, I laid beside her and laced my fingers behind my head. With my erection pointed at the ceiling, I gave the first of what was sure to be many instructions.

“Alright,” I said. “Here’s how this is done. The girl straddles the guy, and she faces—”

Mid-sentence, she straddled me. Her fabulous ass inched toward my cock. Despite her lack of experience, she obviously had enough of idea of how to position herself to get started.

I began to give my first verbal instruction, but she was one step ahead of me, guiding the head of my swollen cock between her legs before I could speak.

Her dark hair dangled along the center of her narrow back. In complete contrast to her porcelain-colored skin, the long curly locks danced back and forth as she tried to get comfortable. Considering her innocence, seeing her in that position was erotic as hell.

Mesmerized by her body’s beauty, I watched as she forced herself against my swollen shaft. As it disappeared, so did my desire to do anything but make love to her. After taking one-third of it into her warmth, she paused.

“Holy crap,” she breathed. “This feels good.”

My eyes were fixed on the gap between her ass cheeks. Seeing my length disappear a little more with each gyration of her hips was hypnotic. Speechless, I gawked at the sight until my entire cock had vanished.

“Ohhh-kay.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Are you ready?”

She may have lacked physical experience, but of the ninety-thousand cocks she’d seen on porn sites, it was obvious at least some of them had been in the reverse cowgirl position. I fixed my eyes on her bold black glasses and gave the same nod of approval a professional bull rider gives the gate attendant.

Slowly and methodically, her pussy devoured my entire length. Awestruck, I watched as I disappeared into her wet confines, repeatedly. With each well-timed stroke, my scrotum tightened a little more.

“I…” She lowered herself until her clit was against my balls.

“Love…” Her hips pivoted upward, slowly revealing the length of my stiff girth.

“Your...” She forced herself along the shaft, until the tip bottomed out.

“Dick...” She gave three quick successive strokes.

The last three strokes elevated me to the point of no return. If I didn’t make a change quickly, it was going to be over.

I drew a shaky breath and tried to clear my mind. During that lull, she began to ride me like a rented mule.

“What’s your…dream vacation…spot,” I asked in a broken sentence.

Bouncing on my cock like a kid on a Christmas gift pogo-stick, she glanced over her shoulder.

“What?” she spat.

“Favorite. Vacation. Spot.” The words escaped in three distinctly different breaths.