“I love you Bobby, and because I love you, I want you to do something special for me tonight. Will you do that for me? You’ll like it, I promise!” she asked, punctuating her words with little kisses.
Of course I agreed; I loved her, and anything she wanted was okay with me. Shari smiled at my acquiescence and slid her hand inside my shorts, holding and squeezing my cock, then pumping it gently as she rubbed her thumb gently over the end, spreading the lubricant pouring from me over the head and along the shaft. My own hand was just as busy, rubbing and caressing her damp pussy, teasing the lips apart as we kissed, feeling the little stiff bud of her clitoris harden and throb against my caressing fingertips.
Shari was gasping softly as I frigged her, her own hand pumping and rhythmically squeezing me as we touched and stroked each other. I pushed my shorts down as Shari pulled her thong off, and now we were both completely naked, a fact Shari took full advantage of by sucking my cock into the back of her throat. I lay back and lost myself in the sensation as she suckled on me, her tongue soft and warm and delightful against the sensitive flesh of my glans. I tried to urge her to move over me, so I could return the favour, but she shook her head and smiled at me around my cock as it stretched her lips wide open.
I leaned back again, enjoying what she was giving me so freely. Then she released me and slid up next to me, kissing me lightly before throwing a leg over me, to straddle me. I like this position, I love to watch her move, all her muscles moving together in harmony, a sleek wildness about her, absolute perfection of movement in her blend of smooth coordination and blazing sensuality.
Shari grinned and raised-up momentarily, her hand grasping me as she aimed me, then slid slowly, smoothly down onto me, taking me into herself in one long, agonisingly sweet moment of heat and wet succulence. She rested her hands flat on my chest and began to rock, sliding herself on me as she squeezed me with her internal muscles, riding me like a slow-motion rodeo rider as she pleasured herself. Her breasts danced and bobbed in front of me, her nipples fat and swollen, thick as my fingertips in her arousal, and without thinking I reached out to take them, cupping her beautiful small breasts as I gently pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingertips.
Now she began to speed up, working herself against me, grinding her pussy against me as her breathing quickened. The end came quickly, her eyes closing as her breath sobbed in her throat, her pussy tightening around me and pulsing as her orgasm flared and crashed through her.
She lay down atop me, her heart racing as she fought for breath, her pussy still pulsing and twitching around me as the aftershocks thrilled through her.
After a while, I became aware of two things; her hand was working away behind her, and she was biting her lip again, something she only did when she was up to something. I hadn’t orgasmed, and was still bone-hard inside her, waiting for what she wanted to do next, this mysterious “special” thing she wanted to do with me. Suddenly, she sat upright, and took hold of me, squeezing me a couple of times to check whether I was still interested, as if she needed to check that!
Apparently satisfied, she rose up off me and held me in place, then slowly lowered herself, but now it was different; I couldn’t fit into her, it was so constricted, it felt like my cock head was being squeezed in a clamp, and then I suddenly realised what she was doing, where she was putting me.
She must have seen the realisation dawn in my eyes, because she grinned that slow, sly, minxy grin she did so well, her eyes hooded, and squeezed her nipples with her free hand, while looking me in the eyes.
“There Bobby, is this naughty enough for you, you’re going somewhere naughty, do you like it, baby, do you like being naughty with me?” she murmured, slowly slipping down on me until, with an almost audible pop! I slipped into her tight anus. Shari gasped as she slid all the way down my shaft, my cock feeling like it was being squeezed in a moist velvet fist along its entire length. I gasped out loud, Shari echoing me as she ground herself down against me, my hands automatically reaching for her perfect little buttocks and pulling them apart as she leaned down to kiss me.
“This is for you Bobby, I love you, baby!” she whispered as she began to slowly pump herself up and down, the ring of her anus squeezing and pulsing around me as she gyrated on top of me. I’d seen pictures of this, of course, and fantasised about it; before she’d come into my life my sex-life consisted of the porn magazines I’d managed to acquire, but I’d never seriously thought it could ever happen to me for real, and now it was, and it was the most heart-stoppingly erotic thing in my entire life. As she rolled her hips and pumped against me, her muscles squeezed and milked me, and I knew I couldn’t hold out for long, not with her gyrating and milking me like that, and I was right.
I came with a sudden build-up of the pressure in my groin, my scrotum, and deep inside me; something wanted to explode inside this girl, and it wouldn’t be denied. I cried out in ecstatic agony as I came harder than ever before in my life, my cock actually burning with the pressure and force of my ejaculation, long, sweetly agonising bursts of spunk blasting out of me and deep into her bowels, painting her insides with my seed.
Shari slumped down against me, her own orgasm triggered by mine, both of us moaning and shuddering as deep-swelling waves of pleasure crashed and thundered through us; my ears popped, and all sound disappeared in the high-pitched singing note that filled my head as I emptied myself into my beautiful girl in pulsing jets of high-pressure spunk.
Finally I was done, I was empty, I had no more to give as the aura of orgasm faded and sanity and senses returned, leaving Shari clasped tightly against me as my heart and breathing slowed and calmed down again. After a long, still silence, I felt myself fading, my cock slowly slipping from her as it softened. Shari drew a long, shuddering breath, and raised her head to nibble my chin.
“Bloody hell, Bobby, that was incredible, wherever you got that from, I want some more! I need a shower now, look what you’ve done to me!”
Somehow we both managed to stagger into the wet-room for a much needed shower, and then back to bed, to sleep; we were both exhausted from that incredible experience, and we needed clear heads for the morning. None of us, Yaz, Rick, Shari, myself, was eager for that meeting, but we owed it to Nicky, because he needed to know the truth.
The beeping of Shari’s ‘phone alarm finally dragged me out of my deep sleep, confusion once again ruling for a few seconds as I tried to work out where I was; I’d been dreaming about when we were young, long before all the bad stuff had happened, and it had been so real, so vivid, that I had to consciously shift mental gears from dream to reality. I was rested though, and as I stretched luxuriously, Shari opened her eyes and yawned, huddling down under the covers and pushing her warm little bottom into my lap. I was tempted to hug her closer while I grabbed another 40 winks, but I couldn’t; Nicky was coming to see us, and we had things to say, things he needed to know, and something to give him.
“Come on, up, up, up!” I patted Shari’s firm, juicy little rump, “Up and at ’em, babe, things to do, people to see, let’s go!”
Shari groaned as she pulled the bed-covers even tighter around herself.
“It’s still dark, Bobby, what time is it?” she groaned, and when I told her it was 6:45 a. m. she looked at me incredulously.
“Bobby, it’s the middle of the bloody night, go back to sleep!”
I had to grin; for several years now my day had started at four in the morning, and for me 6:45 was a late start, but Shari obviously wasn’t an early-morning person. However, Nicky and Ashley were due at nine o’clock, so…
I jumped out of bed and stripped the covers off her, Shari holding on to them like grim death as soon as she realised what I was doing, but I soon had them off her.
“Bobby, it’s too early, just a few more minutes, pleeeeaasse!” she whined, and much as I would have liked to just let her sleep for another couple of hours, we had this thing with Nicky to finish.
“Nope, up you get, we need to get showered, dressed, and have some breakfast before they get here, so come on, Shari, don’t you want to see Nicky and Ashley again?”
That did the trick. She sat up and scowled at me.
“When this is over, I’m getting you for this, just you wait and see!”
I just grinned, making her even more annoyed, but she slid off the bed and stood up, stretching, and at the sight of her slim, lithe body, parts of me stood up as well. Shari saw that immediately, and grinned happily.
“Oh look, did I do that?” she smiled, and I nodded, and she undulated closer, until she could take me in both hands.
“Shall I take care of this for you, baby?” she murmured, her eyes hooded and mysterious, and I nodded again, happily waiting for her next move. Boy was I in for a rude awakening!
Shari suddenly pinched the base of my cock between her fingernails, making me jump.