Mobydicken
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Kille
Stockholm Län, Sverige
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- 1 månad sedan Jill recives Mattias There was a knock at the door, Jill knew who it was and made no attempt to cover her naked body. She sat down on the edge of her bed, and called out "Come in". Mattias arrived right on time at Jill’s apartment, and let himself in with the spare key that she had given him. He had fully expected her to ready to go out to the movies, as she was always ready on time when they decided to go out. He was somewhat surprised to enter, and not see her waiting for him in the living room as usual. Matt waited a few minutes then decided to see what was holding her up. He wandered down the hallway to her bedroom door. Mattias stood there for a few moments listening. Their friendship had always been close, but he had never ventured into her bedroom before, and was almost reluctant to knock on the door. He lightly tapped on it, and waited for an answer. Jill had paced around her bedroom impatiently for most of the afternoon. All day she had been this way, feeling on edge, and flustered. It had taken her a while to acknowledge what was wrong; what was making her feel so out of sorts. Todayshe made her decision. She knew what she had to do. Jill had known Mattias for quite a while, and they'd become close friends during that time, but underneath, she harbored other feelings for him besides friendship. It had culminated recently by waking in the night. Her erotic dreams still crystal clear in her mind, she'd spend an hour or more pleasuring her body over, and over, trying to satisfy her lustful thoughts of Mattias. Desperately she'd imagined his naked body with his cock erect and ready. She tantalizingly explored her own body as her fantasy played in her head. In the end, she had decided the delicious pleasure of her masturbatory orgasms was not going to be enough to satisfy her completely. She needed his cock, and she intended to have it!! Nervously, she now sat there quietly, as the door opened. Mattias entered her room, and was fully inside before he saw her. His heart leapt and skipped a beat as he realized she was fully nude. Embarrassed, he quickly turned away muttering "Sorry", but the image of her naked body was burned in his mind, and he felt like his body bursting into flames, as well. As he stood there Jill spoke to him quietly, her voice crackling slightly with arousal. "Stop. Don't leave. Turn around. I want you to see me like this, Mattias. I want you to look at me." She spoke softly, but deliberately, making sure he fully understood, as she continued. "I woke in the middle of the night last night, thinking of you. I was so aroused, Ma ttias, ... wet from dreaming of us, here together in my bed. I was so turned on, darling, that I couldn’t help touching myself right here ...and here." Even though Mattias’s back was still turned, she felt sure he knew what she was doing, as she brushed her fingers lightly over her already hard nipples, and lightly between her legs. "I opened my legs wide for you, Mattias... like this, baby, wanting you here, wanting to see your cock in front of me so I could have it." She rubbed and fingered her pussy in demonstration. Mattias could feel his whole body tingling, he felt his arousal swelling with every word from Jill’s lips. From the rus tle of the bed linens, he knew Jill had opened her legs wide towards him. He shuddered as his passion rose, along with his fuck muscle. "Please, turn around, Mattias, let me show you what you have done to me. Just turn and look at me now." At those words, Mattias turned around to face Jill. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her soft breasts pinkly flushed, her nipples protruding like hard-tipped pearls. ‘Watch me, Mattias, this time I want you here looking at me, baby,Y‘ as she lifted her leg to offer him a clear view of her moist pussy. Jill felt the hot flush of deepening arousal wash over her, as sh e could see Mattias’s cock pushing against his trousers, his growing erection clearly evident. The sight of his straini ng tumescence melted away any last vestige of inhibition in her. Jill slid her hands down her body sensually, slowly sliding them over her breasts, and down her belly until she reached the flesh of her love mound. Mattias watched her splay open her gash with her forefingers, her satiny pink love hole alr eady glistening wetly with desire, and slowly she inserted her middle finger inside. ‘Watch me, baby. Do you like this? Do you want me? mmmmm... I sure want you, baby. I want to feel your thick swollen cock fill me up, and fuck me raw," Jill whispered, as she fingered herself sensuously. Her hips rocked back and forth, as she rode her well-guided fingers. Mattias was frozen to the spot, he felt his body quiver with tense arousal. He looked down, and could see his cock pushing urgently against the cloth of his trousers. He looked up again to see Jill was also staring at his erection. "Let me see it, baby" she urged, her hips still riding her fingers eagerly, her breathing rapidly increasing. "I want to see your cock, Mattias. I want to see you hard and ready for me. Dripping for me. Show me, sweetheart. Give me what I want... give me what I need." Without hesitation Mattias unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers, and lifted his cock and balls out of his underwear. Fully hard now, his throbbing erection stood up easily above his plumped scrotum. ‘Oh yesss. God yess... That’s it, baby. Touch yourself for me. Let me watch you play with it, Mattias. Stroke it. Stroke your cock for me". Jill groped inside her pussy, imagining Mattias's hard cock inside her. She watched intently as Mattias took his thick penis in his hand, and began pumping it for her. ‘Yessss, jerk that hard cock for me, Mattias. Do it baby, do it!! Pull that fucking cock for me," she urged. The warm rush of orgasm was building in the pit of her stomach. It wouldn't be lon g now before she exploded in gripping climax. Her eyes never left his cock as he slipped his foreskin back and forth, co vering then revealing his deep red glans with its gaping, dripping slit. Mattias felt like he was on fire, his erection so hard it ached with a delicious throb, as he stroked it between his fin gers as he watched her hand fuck her harder and harder. Jill’s body began to tremble, her orgasm rushing headlong to her loins. She felt the hot flush of her juices flowing onto her fingers, as she watched Mattias’s cock slipping back and f orth in his fist. Gasping moans escaped her lips with each delicious spasm, her eyes, her mind focused on the crimson head of Mattias’s excited cock, as it dripped crystal strings precum from its slit. "FUCK! I'm cumminggg.... oh my god!!!!" In the middle of her orgasmic rush, Jill reached out for Mattias with her free hand, she wanted him, she wanted to taste his hard cock in her mouth. ‘Quick baby’ her voice trembling, ‘Give it to me, Mattias, I want to suck you. Come here. F uck my mouth, baby. Now. Do it now, fucker!!!" she insisted. Mattias stepped forward, and stood close by the edge of the bed where Jill sat. With his hand still gripping the base o f his stiff cock, he thrust his hips forward, as Jill slipped her lips around his moistened glans. Noisily and urgently, she began sucking his throbbing cock. Mattias continued stroking his meat, while placing his hand on the nape of her neck, and pulling her closer, shoving his broad plum deep into her throat. He stood with his tremblin g legs apart bracing himself, as Jill suckled eagerly, tasting his salty releases of precum, as it oozed onto her tongue . "mmmmm.... mmmmmm", she moaned as she pushed herself onto his thick shaft. She sucked anxiously on his cockhead, her tongue probing his slit to release more precum. She placed her hand over his at the back of her neck, joining his effort to push his cock deeper into her mouth, as he jerked faster. Her body was still electrified, her wet pussy glowed with the sweet after-burn of cumming hard. She wanted this badly. She wanted him to cum for her. She wanted to taste him; to drink every drop of Mattias’s sperm-rich semen. She could feel his body begin to jerk. His raspy breathing became more labored, as she clasped her lips firmly around his cockhead, and let her tongue dance over the hyper-sensitive glans. That was all he could stand. With a loud groan Mattias exploded i nto Jill’s mouth, his hand holding her head firmly on him, as the hot rush of his cum splashed onto her waiting tongue, and coated her tonsils. Jill swallowed, and sucked him eagerly, feeling every pulsating release of his clotted cum. His hand still pumping, he groaned aloud as he filled her mouth. Jill kept gulping down Mattias’s seminal fluid until she ha d completely drained his seed-filled balls. Her fingers still jammed in her tight pussy, she fucked herself as she fed o n his rich cream. Again she felt that delicious shiver grip her body, and explode like sparkling stars behind her eyelid s. With a loud sigh, she gave herself up to the feeling. She bucked and thrashed about like a wild woman, as a second and third orgasm rumbled through her tormented pussy. His cum load spent, Mattias finally let go of Jill’s head and looked down at her, a small trail of cum trickled from the corner of her lips. Jill looked into his eyes, and pushed the droplet of cum back into her mouth with her fingertip. "Do you really want to go to the movies now, or do you think maybe we can find something more entertaining to do?" she smiled. 971 0 1 år sedan
- 1 månad sedan Mattias comes to New York. He spotted her as she was dashing across the busy street. He wasn't really sure what had drawn his eye to her so immediately. Perhaps it was the full skirt with the large white polka dots that swirled when she walked. It was a sort of clingy fabric with a sheer overlay that almost seemed alive as it swayed with her every movement, obscuring her form one moment and outlining her long legs in bas relief the next. The skirt stopped just above her knees, revealing the lightly bronzed skin of her slender calves. Jeweled sandals twinkled in the afternoon sun, like colorful stars on her feet. Mattias's attention was completely absorbed by her approach, as she skipped lightly past other people in the busy crosswalk. Obviously, she was in a hurry, and was so intent on her destination that she was somewhat unaware of the people around her: they were merely obstacles to be navigated as she quickly maneuvered around those moving more slowly than she. It was only a matter of seconds, and yet to Mattias, it seemed that she was approaching him in slow motion: her every movement slowed for him to capture as she floated his direction. He felt a tightening in his groin for this stranger. He did not know her, but he knew that he wanted her. Her vitality was so apparent in the bounce of her tousled curls and quickly darting eyes. The slim firmness of her bare arms and legs gave proof of her lithe, muscular frame, and almost balletic movements, but Mattias's eyes were drawn to the round softness of her breasts highlighted by erect nipples straining against the thin cotton-spandex top. The bright turquoise fabric clung to the ample curves of her breasts like a second skin, accentuating her natural shape. His eyes were completely arrested by the sight of those firm, ripe nipples encased by the clinging tank top. Again, Mattias felt a twinge of movement in his groin, as his manhood responded to the girl direc tly in his path. It was just then, when she was directly in his path that the low heel of her sandal caught in a grate i n the street, and she spilled literally into his arms. Instinctively, Mattias caught her as she fell against him, his ar ms catching under hers, and bearing up all her weight now that her feet had flown from under her. She half-gasped/half-squealed as she landed against his chest, and sought to right herself. Looking down, they both saw the sparkling thong sandal, lying wedged in the grate, a broken strap now ruining its jeweled perfection. "Are you ok?" Mattias inquired. Raising her head to look directly into his face, she gave an embarrassed smile. "I think so," she replied softly, "but my new sandal doesn't seem to have survived. Then realizing that she was held fir mly against the chest of a stranger, she stepped back. Immediately she winced and nearly fell again. "Damn it!" she swore softly. "I've managed to sprain my ankle, too." Mattias held onto her upper arm to steady her, and reached down to retrieve her shoe, and examine her injury. A blue smudge of a bruise was already forming just under the delicate bone of her left ankle. "Do you mind if I help you?" Mattias asked with concern. "I realize I'm a stranger, but it seems that you're going to have a bit of a problem walking. You really shouldn't put any weight on your ankle until it's wrapped." He noticed a light film of a tear trapped in her long dark lashes as she raised her green eyes to his, and nodded. She was obviously in pain, and suppressing her desire to cry. Mattias handed her the ruined shoe, and then unexpectedly swept her up into his arms. Her eyes widened in surprise at this move, as she'd expected no more than a supporting arm, not to be carried. Yet, she relaxed against him, as he strode halfway up the block to an open air cafe. He selected a table in the shade of an awning, and put her down gently, helping her to sit on the spindly wrought-iron ice cream parlor chair. Mattias motioned for the waiter, who promptly threaded his way between the other tables. "Welcome to Le Petit Pois," the waiter piped in a vaguely French accent. "I'll be right back to take your order, sir" and placed menus on the small round table. "No need for that. Mattias interjected. "If you please, the lady has sprained her ankle. I'd like a dishpan of crushed ice, and a couple of Long Island ice teas." "Immediately, sir" the waiter said efficiently, and briskly headed inside to get the ordered items. He returned only mom ents later with the pan of finely crushed ice and a damp tea towel. "I thought this might help, sir," the waiter intoned. "I'll bring your drinks tout suite." The girl looked on helplessly as Mattias wrapped the towel around her ankle and placed her foot in the bed of shaved ice. Some of the color had blanched from her cheeks, and the grip of pain was still in her eyes. She smiled faintly, and didn't complain, even though the shock of the cold had not yet begun to numb the pain of the swelling ankle. The waiter returned with a couple of tall frosted glasses; a mint leaf was skewered between a pair of cherries in each drink. "I can't thank you enough for this," she began. "I'm Jill, and I apologize for interrupting your day like this, sir. I just can't believe I was so distracted that I didn't see the grate. I'm usually more careful." "Call me Mattias," the man replied with a smile, "At your service" he added, extending his hand. Although she'd heard him speak before, this was the first time she noticed the trace of an accent in his voice. "Well, I'm delighted to have "bumped into you", Mattias, although it wasn't the most graceful of introductions." Jill laughed brightly, despite evidence that she was fighting back tears. "Drink up. I think you might need a touch of a pain-killer, and I've discovered since landing in New York that Long Isla nd ice tea seemed to be a good remedy for whatever ails you." Mattias's eyes twinkled as he spoke. He was sorry the girl had injured herself, but in his heart of hearts had to admit that he'd said a little prayer that he'd get to meet her before she vanished into the crowd. It was like divine providence had delivered her into his waiting arms. He felt a little guilty for his selfish wish, but was glad of the opportunity to spend time in her company. "I noticed your accent. Have you been in the city long?" Jill inquired. "Just a couple of days, so far," Mattias replied. "I'm here as a consultant on a building project. It will take about 18 months to complete after the actual construction begins, but right now, it's just in the planning stages, and I'm spend ing my days in meetings with the architects and financiers. I'm scheduled to stay 3 weeks this trip. So where were you off to in such a hurry today? Do we need to call someone and let them know of your delay?" "OH Jeez! I'd forgotten completely. Where is my head?" with that, she fished her cell phone from her small purse, and punched in a number. "Erica? Hey, listen, I'm not going to make it this afternoon like we'd planned. No no.. nothing serio us. I just managed to turn my ankle, so I don't think I'm going to be dancing for a couple of weeks, but I don't think anything's broken. Oh yes, right in the middle of the street. Clumsy me. I know. I'm disappointed, too, but I'll give you a call in a day or two, and we'll get together for lunch." Jill laughed. "Sure thing! Ok. I will. Bye." Mattias sipped his drink, and watched Jill's animated phone conversation. He studied the way her hair curled around her face, and the pale spray of freckles that were scattered across the bridge of her nose making her look deceptively young and girlish, but her figure was absolutely womanly, and again Mattias felt the pang of desire in the pit of his stomach. "I suppose we should see about getting you home so that ankle can be wrapped properly. Can I get you a taxi?" "I'm afraid that's not going to help much. I can't return to my apartment until after 5 today. I live in a converted warehouse in the fashion district. They were servicing the only elevator today, and I live on the 12th floor. Normally, I'd consider the stairs a good workout, but today I'll never make it with this ankle. I'll be okay here. This place isn't so crowded today. I don't think they'll try to run me off. Thank you for your help, but I've delayed you long enough. Please go on about your business. I'll be just fine. The "ice tea" is already doing its work, and I hardly feel any pain at all now." "Certainly I don't want to intrude on your life, Jill, but if you think I'd abandon you here in your condition, you're gravely mistaken. I'm out of my meetings for the day, and was just heading back to my hotel suite at the Ritz-Carlton. It's only two blocks over. With your permission, let me take you there. I'm sure the concierge will be glad to send out for elastic bandages, and whatever else we need to get you fixed up. There's a pharmacy just across the street. Your ankle really does need to be wrapped soon to prevent further injury. It's been a few years since I was a Boy Scout, but I still recall a bit of First Aid." Jill considered for a few moments. Somehow she instinctively trusted this man, and decided that of the options available to her, it made the most sense to go with him. She could always stay in the lobby instead of going up to his room, she thought. "Alright. If I won't be inconveniencing you too much. I know I won't get far on my own with this ankle..... and only one shoe," she grinned. Mattias smiled, and waved for the waiter. He paid for the drinks, leaving a generous tip as the waiter had been so accommodating. Then he stood and flagged down a taxi. Again, like Prince Charming in a fairy tale, Mattias swept Jill up into his arms and carried her to the cab where he deposited her on the worn leather seat. "Ritz-Carlton," Mattias said to the driver, as he closed the door. Within moments, the taxi arrived at the front door of the hotel. Once more, Mattias lifted Jill. He carried her into the cool lobby, and over to the bank of elevators. An alert concierge noticed their entry, and surmised from the obviously swollen ankle and broken shoe in Jill's hand that she 'd been injured. Quickly he joined Mattias and Jill and inquired if he could get them a doctor or be of other assistance . "I don't really think a doctor will be necessary," replied and Mattias briefly outlined the nature of Jill's injury. The concierge immediately went into action to obtain the needed First Aid supplies. "I'll have everything you need delivered to your suite immediately, sir. That's room 603, I believe?" Mattias nodded. Smiling at Jill, the concierge said "I'm so sorry you've been hurt, ma'am, but we'll do everything possible to make you comfortable." Jill smiled a sweet silent thank you. Moments later, Mattias opened the door to his suite, and set Jill down in a satin chair by a large window brightened by the afternoon sun. "I just feel so stupid and helpless," Jill began. "Oh please, it could happen to anyone. Frankly, I'm glad we had a chance to meet, although I'd have chosen better circumstances, but sometimes, you just have to accept the bad with the good." He smile broadly, and slipped off his suit coat and hung it over the back the desk chair. Jill looked around the rather large living room, tastefully decorated in soft grays and yellows. The wood pieces were do ne in distressed whitewashed or pecan finishes. A desk and a tall armoire were against the far wall, flanking a long French sofa in pale gray velvet. A pair of matched arm chairs, like the one Jill was sitting in were opposite the sofa, separated by a glass topped wrought iron table accented with a cut-crystal rose bowl of fresh blood-red roses. A large silver-framed mirror over the sofa reflected the graceful furnishings and brightened the space even more. Mattias walked over to an ornate sideboard, which cleverly hid a mini-fridge and wet-bar behind it's carved wood doors and sliding marbletop. He fixed her a bourbon on the rocks and instructed her to drink it, if she could. He poured another drink, neat, for himself. "You are fussing over me too much, Mattias. I'll be fine as soon as my ankle is wrapped." Just then there was a knock on the door. Mattias called out, "Come in". The uniformed bellhop entered, and handed Mattias a small bag. "I believe everything you'll need is here, sir," he said. Mattias took the supplies, and tipped the young man discreetly. "Thank you, sir. If there's anything else, sir, just ring the front desk." said the bellhop as he softly closed the door . Mattias turned back to Jill who was just finishing the drink he'd given her. "Let's get you fixed up," he smiled, and knelt before her, and began wrapping the Ace bandage around the roundly swollen ankle. Mattias couldn't help but be aware of the smoothness of her pale golden skin and the light scent of her perfume... pear blossoms, he thought. He lightly held her once-slender ankle, now encased in the bandage and became almost lostin reverie as he stared at her narrow foot and French-manicured toes. He was thinking of walking barefoot in a stream when he was a child. He was 13 and splashing in the creek with the first girl he ever loved. "Funny", he thought, they'd been surrounded by pear trees in full bloom. He'd not thought of that day in years, but it all sprang to his mind in great detail, and then like most dreams, was gone in an instant. Jill spoke softly.. "Mattias? are you alright?" He laughed. "Yes, sorry... I'm fine. Your perfume merely revived an old childhood memory of running barefoot through an orchard. So.... now that we have you all fixed up, I guess we should see if you're able to stand on your own. Here, let me help you." Jill rose, standing on one leg, and then careful eased her injured foot to the floor as well. "Not too bad.." she proclaimed, and took a step and then another, but her sprained ankle simply couldn't bear her weight, and she fell with a pain -induced gasp. Mattias caught her before she reached the floor, and held her against his chest. He could feel her trembl ing in silent tears. Mattias held her away from him and placing his fingertips under her chin, lifted her face to look at her. Shimmery tracks of tears glazed each cheek, and Mattias was overcome with both sympathy for her pain, and a sudden sense of adoration. He brushed away a single tear, and then covered her mouth with a tender, yet yearning kiss. She didn't pull away, but instead softly melted against Mattias's chest as he held her in a gentle embrace. Somehow the kiss felt very natural, despite their brief acquaintance, and Jill reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders with her hands crossed at the back of his neck. Encouraged by her ready acceptance, Mattias allowed his passion to rise and intensified the kiss with his probing tongue. Again, Jill responded not with surprise, but with eagerness, and a hunger of her own. The world stopped turning, and for what seemed an eternity, they fed on their building desire and let it carry them along as their mouths interlocked, mindless of their lack of propriety. Mattias's hands moved over Jill's back and waist, and finally dropped to the double mounds of her buttocks, pulling her closer, pinning her belly against his swollen groin. Jill felt powerless to control the grip of her own need, and continued to kiss Mattias deeply and hungrily. "This is crazy," Mattias hissed between kisses, "but I want you. My God, I want you. Don't stop me. Please, don't stop me." And with those words, Mattias lifted Jill again and strode through the ornately carved double doors into the bedroom, and lay her on the king-sized bed. Jill looked up at Mattias through passion glazed eyes, and nodded slightly. That was all the encouragement he needed as he removed his tie, and unbuttoned his white shirt, and flung it to a chair by the tall windows. His broad chest and shoulders were bronzed by the summer sun. His belly was flat, and highlighted by a frosting of scattered hair. Unzipping his trousers, he let them slide to the floor, and removed his socks and boxer-briefs, as he stepped closer. Mattias knelt by the bed, and pushed his hands up under Jill's billowy skirt and up along her smooth thighs. Locating her narrow thong panties, he slipped them down her legs and tossed them in the direction of his shirt. Throwing her skirt upward uncovering her lower body, and Mattias slowly glanced at Jill's smooth tight belly and the rounded mound of her lightly thatched pussy. Slowly his hands moved to the inside of her thighs and pushed them apart, exposing her deep pink cleft to his gaze. Mattias sighed deeply, inhaling a new perfume... the faint sweet scent of her sex. He could see that she was already glistening with a light glaze of her own juices, and he pressed his thumb against her rose-hued oyster, searching for the hard little pearl of her clitoris. It popped up at his touch, and Mattias lowered his mouth over Jill's vulva and fed. "Pure heaven" was his only thought, as his tongue plied her flesh. Mattias had always loved the taste of a woman, but he was even more aroused by this near-stranger than he'd been with his past lovers. He was lost in erotic sensations that he had almost forgotten existed, and his painfully swollen cock was rude evidence of his indulgence. Mattias reached down with his right hand and began to stroke his rigid shaft, sliding his foreskin up and back, greasing his pole with his pre-cum. His slit was dripping like a leaky faucet, and Mattias encouraged his fluids by gliding his cock like a piston through his fist. Jill gripped handfuls of the thick comforter in her clenched fingers. Her head thrashed from side to side as Mattias's lips and tongue tormented her fuck-hungry pussy. She wanted to scream aloud "fuck me fuck me FUCK ME", but she emitted no sound except ragged gasps and tiny moans. Her entire body was tensed, every muscle locked in mortal combat with the hormones that were flowing through her blood. She could feel the rise of her impending climax, and her hips bucked wildly as Mattias's tongue danced over her clit and probed her sweet hole. His oral assault was relentless as he skillfully tongue-fucked her delicate flesh. His left hand was pressed firmly on her belly to help control her frenetic movements. With a sudden gasp, Jill yelped... "that's IT! Oh god, that's IT! I'm... I'm... oh god... I'm g-g-gonna cummmm. Oh my lord.. . I can't stand it. Oh Help!!... oh oh Oh OH ooooohhhhhh..... yesssss.... Oh Mattias, yessss that's it!!!!! Jill's orgasm burst over her like an avalanche with tumultuous waves of pure pleasure.. Her trembling voice rose as the spasms crescendoed in gripping climax. At it's peak, her eyes flew open and she noticed for the first time that overhead, the inside of the four-poster bed's tester frame was mirrored. Jill watched in fascination as her orgasm rippled through her. She could see Mattias's nude body kneeling over her, his face still buried in her inflamed cunt. Her skirt was fanned out a cross the bed, and one breast had popped out of her spandex tank top and peered back at her in reflection. As her sensations slowly ebbed, Jill reached for Mattias's head, and weaving her fingers into his hair, she tugged gently, getting him to look up at her face. As he did, she sat up on the bed, and tugged her top over her head, exposing her round rose-tipped breasts with their hard-beaded peaks. Jill drew herself up on her knees and unfastened her skirt and tossed it to the floor. Mattias was captivated by the vision before him. Her hair was a wild halo of tumbling curls, her cheeks livid from her r ecent exertion, her damp lips parted as she quietly panted. Her eyes sparkled with lust and she spoke softly the three words Mattias so wanted to hear. "Fuck me now!!!" she hissed through clenched teeth. The words hit Mattias like a punch to the gut. Damnation! He wanted his cock in this woman!!! Mattias stood up and lifted his trousers, fishing through his wallet for a condom. "NO!" Jill barked quickly. "Trust me. I trust you. I need your cock, not a damned rubber hose. Fuck me, Mattias. Cum inside me. Yes, I'm on the pill, and the re is no other danger either. It makes no sense, I know, but I've never wanted anyone as I want you this moment. I've never felt like this before. It feels like destiny. I wish I could expla....." "Shhh... " Mattias coaxed, "There's no need to explain. I feel it, too. I felt it the first moment I saw you today. Even before you fell, my cock was aching for you." As evidence of his words, Mattias's tumescence still rose from his belly like the Tower of Pisa tilted toward the sky. Mattias moved to the bed and lay beside Jill, and drew their bodies toget her. His hands roamed over her tender skin, caressing and exploring. Jill slid one smooth palm down the plain of Mattias's belly, gently dragging her fingertips through his patch of curls as she reached between his thighs and cupped his shaved scrotum in her hand. She weighed his cum-plumped testes, bouncing them gently in her open palm. His balls were heavy with their clotted load, and she manipulated them inside their fleshy pouch. Mattias's busy fingers had found haven inside Jill's love canal, and he was slowly fucking her with two fingers, feeling her synchronize her movements to his by rocking her hips rhythmically. Jill was stroking Mattias's cock now, pumping him, prepping him to enter her, painting every inch of his fat erection with a slick coat of precum. Mattias pulled Jill to her knees, her ass rising over her heels, and then pulled himself up behind her. With one hand, h e reached for the back of her neck and pushed her head down to the pillows. Jill complied willingly, waggling her buttocks in invitation, and reaching back between her thighs to spread her aching pussy for his entrance. Mattias wasted no time. He positioned his broad glans by sliding it up through the collected cream that now puddled between the folds of her red hot gash, and slowly pushing his stiff cock until his fat plum breached her love hole and her juicy flesh closed around him like a fire pit. With a grunt, Mattias shoved his cock in full depth. Jill backed up onto his shaft and together they began to furiously dog fuck, each groaning, panting, thrusting. Mattias gripped Jill's hips and pulled her back onto his fucktool again and again. Each lost in passion, they were frenzied; fucking wildly, their minds blown, their instincts in control of their thrashing bodies. Deeper and deeper, Mattias drove his cock into Jill's tight vagina. He want ed to crawl inside her and die. The sensations were so acute that it was impossible to know if it was pleasure or pain, he just knew that he had to fuck her till his cock exploded in a shower of mind-shattering stars, and his seed was flood ing her inner depths. There it was! The moment he needed, and with a loud cry, Mattias collapsed against her and spewed his semen within her sex chamber. Jill trembled, drinking in every spasm of his orgasm, and then began her own thrusting . "Fuck me, Mattias! Don't stop!" she ordered. "Keep fucking me. Give me your cock. DO it! Fuck me. fuck me hard. YEs YES yessssssssss.... fucking yessss!!! Oh oh oh! Daamn! Jill came again, her satin-lined cunt spasmotically gripping Matthias's hard throbbing dick as she reached between her legs and clutched his aching balls in her warm grasp, gently milking the last remnants of his jizz into her cum-drenched pussy. "Oh that was great!!!!" she sighed, as her second orgasm slowed faded. The two of them collapsed, with Mattias on top of Jill's prostrate body, his cock still buried to the hilt. He pushed as ideher hair and covered her ear, neck, and shoulders with kisses until at last, his cock softened, and slipped from the folds of her slit. "That was wonderful," he whispered as he rolled to his side next to Jill, and pulled her close, belly to belly, kissing her deeply. She enveloped him in her arms and kissed him with equal fervor until the each drifted into a light slumber. A half hour later, Jill's eyes fluttered open to see Mattias staring into her face. "My god, you're beautiful," he whispered. "I'm totally enchanted. What spell have you cast over me, woman?" Mattias smiled. "Me??" Jill giggled in feigned surprise. "It's you who has the magic wand, dear!! I think you're the one who has been up to mischief, working his tricks on ME!! Yep! I'm sure of it!" Mattias felt a warm hand close around his cum-crusted cock. "Let's see if there's still any magic left in it, ok?" Jill teased with a smile and a tug. Mattias's penis sprung to life in an instant, eager to repeat its bruising penetration of her every orafice . "Alright, but you know what this means! I'm never letting escape my "ivory tower" again." he threatened with a grin. "I'm yours to keep, darling. You own the key to my castle, now let's slip it in the lock and see what opens up!" Jill s pread her legs and kissing her nipples, Mattias settled into her saddle. "God bless America!!" Mattias said with a laugh. 964 0 1 år sedan