A Family Friend
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Aight. This is just a rough draft. Something I typed up on the spur of the moment one day, and every once in a while I would edit it or add something to it...
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Its the summer of '97, and the word is theres this hot new club opening up tonight. My girls and I plan to be at the front of the line, done up to our finest from head to toe.
I'm in the bathroom, my hair dripping wet from my recent shower, doing what guys say women do best: prance in the mirror, when one of my brothers' friends comes in. Daryl is so cute: He's a tall, big, muscular, 37 year old with broad shoulders, a big waistline, big hands, a beautiful milky brown complexion, and short hair that looks like peach fuzz on his perfectly round head. He also has a smile and pair of hazel brown eyes to die for. He's supposedly checking up on me while my brothers are off doing their thang, and our folks are out of town.
Anyway... Daryl has always been such a 'sweet, gentle, kind, yes mam-no mam-respectful-and most importantly keeping a safe distance from me' kind of a man, very protective of me. Which is why on this particular day, I didn't think anything of his standing there. Especially since he's been a dear friend of the family for so many years. He just casually stood in the doorway watching me do my thing. We smiled a friendly smile, shared a friendly conversation. Then, after a few minutes have passed, without interrupting the conversation, he casually locked the door, and leaned back against it. I mentally shrugged and was trying to remain calm by thinking "Big deal. I can trust him. He'd never try anything". And all the while my heartbeat quickened, anticipating what I knew was to come...
Through the mirror I could see his eyes travel down my body, deliberately stopping to linger on my ass. His baritone of a voice changing to that of a man in heat. Becoming somewhat uncomfortable, I began straightening up the counter putting everything where they belong while trying to continue the conversation. Then, still trying to play innocent, I'd casually turn around to open the door thinking he's just gonna step aside to let me out. Big mistake, because now our noses are only a few inches apart. All he would have to do, is open his mouth, stick out his tongue, lean a little closer and... "Excuse me", I whispered, shaking the forbidden image from my mind. I made a grab for the doorknob. But he wasn't buying it, for in his eyes, I saw amusement. His wicked smile made my heart stop. With lust in his eyes, he said in a deep sexy voice, "I don't think so", and stood his full height, thus closing the small gap.
He reached out for me, wrapped his strong, masculine arms around me, and began kissing me speechless. God, what this man can do with his tongue, lips, teeth... His hands boldly followed the trail which began by his eyes, through my red satin robe, down my voluptuous body, ending with a tight grip of my ass. He spread his magnificent sized fingers and began to knead my buttcheeks as he continued to savor my tongue and nibble on my lips. His fingers pulling my asscheeks aside for easier access to the treasure in between. "Mmmmm", I couldn't help but moan in satisfaction as he expertly massaged/fingered my asshole.
But I have to come to my senses, and attempt to bring him back to his. I place my hands against his chest and give a weak shove. My third attempt is successful. He finally releases my lips from his magical torture, but before I can say a word he grabs my hands and guides them to his crouch. What I feel makes me gasp. Beneath his jeans is warm, silk-covered steel. As he moves my hands, slowly, up and down his hard length, he leans forward and begins to nibble that sensitive area between my neck and shoulders which drives me crazy. After a while of this play, he lets go of my hands and begins to ease me backwards, towards the counter. Grabbing my hair in his left hand, he captures my gaze and he begins to glide his digits up and down and in and out of my very moist pussy. In an attempt to get his attention, I begin calling his name, "Mmmmm... Daryl", I half whisper, half plea, and moan. Its hard to sound serious while my body is in overdrive. He mistakes my plea to stop, as a plea to continue. No doubt happy to oblige, he descends for another assault to my lips. I turn my head just in time.
"Daryl"...*He tries to steal another kiss..*
"...No.. Please stop." - I hiss at him, trying my best to sound stern.
Ignoring my pleas, he turns me around, and leans me over the counter. As his right hand continues the assault on my pussy, fingering in and out of my messy twat, his left hand begins kneading my breasts and twirling my nipples. After a while, he pulls me up so that I lean against him, my bright red, satin robe falling open, my body well exposed for his viewing pleasure in the mirror. Reaching around to continue his wonderful stroking/pulling/pinching of my drenched kitty, he begins to nibble love bites across my collarbone..and behind my ear.. Mmmmm, pure torture... My resolve weakening, my knees are finally beginning to give out on me.
"You don't want me to stop", he whispers, while adding a fourth finger to my very sensitive mound. His left hand still working my breasts, massaging, twirling, pulling, twisting my now aching nipples..
"Mmmmmm...", goes my reply.
In my ear he whispers, 'You want this, Rae'
"Mmmm.. No", goes my weak denial, my body totally giving me away.
'Yes', he says, finally removing my robe. He steps away just long enough to let it fall at a heap around my feet. He then turns me around to face him, and begins planting more love bites and buttefly kisses, this time between the valley of my breasts. Nip, twirl, bite, and suck, goes his attention to one nipple, and then to the other. His fingers magically working my pussy. He recaptures my lips for another mind boggling kiss. I hear his belt and zipper becoming undone. His pants falling down to the floor. One hand holding my hair, as the other hand is wrapped around his cock, guiding it's head up and down my dripping slit...
"No!, Mmmm..." I say, still trying to resist.
'Yes! Admit it. You want it as bad as I do. Tell me how much you want me to thrust this cock into your pussy.'
Another kiss, nibble, tongue assault to my mouth as he grabs my waist and grinds his cock against my very hot, extremely wet snatch. He then trails his kisses down for a bite/lick on my right breast, then suckles my left nipple.
"No..." shaking my head form side to side..
'Yes.. Ohhh yes baby', he replies as he turns me around and, without warning, quickly thrusts his cock into my dripping mound until his huge balls slaps the back of my thighs.
"Uhnnn! Mmmmm...", I scream/moan at this new assault.
He's breathing heavily now, my breathing matching his, as he slams into my pussy, over and over. I'm holding on the sink with all my might.
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!", I pant with each thrust. "Daryl... Daryl.. Oh Daryl.. Please... Mmmmm...."
He simply grins and turns up the heat. Harder. Faster. Thrust-Thrust-Thrust!. Deeper and Deeper his steel cock goes. God, what a ride! Just when I thought he would go on forever, he pulls out, turns me over, and takes my right nipple between his teeth, and then the other. Twirling them around and swiping his tongue back, forth, and around my sensitive nubs, while massaging my dripping pussy with his hot, silk-covered, hard tool, then gliding it inside, inches at a time, until all of his man meat is buried deep inside my hot snatch. Holding it there as he inserts three fingers, stretching my pussy uncomfortably wider, finger-fucking me, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, working them in and out of my snatch faster, quicker. His cock still inside, falls out as he then continues his tongue's journey down to my love canal and begin delving into my hot center, capturing my juices. Two fingers of each hand pulls either side of my pussy, pulling it open for an easier access to the treasure inside. I'm twisting and buckling, thrusting my hips forward to receive more of his creative use of tongue, fingers, and sucking.
Just as he sense that I was reaching my orgasm, he removes his busy tongue, pulls out his dripping digits, and again leans me over the counter, my hands holding onto the sink. I can feel his hands roughly massaging my ass, lubing it with the large amount of cumn which had erupted from my now swollen mound. He then forces those three fat, cumn-drenched fingers deep into my ass, making me moan very loudly. My moaning turns him on. Makes his cock harder. With his other hand he strokes his shaft, coating it in cumn. I can feel his slickened dick pressing against the tight rectum, forcing entry. I hear a loud pop, and I scream.
I can feel his pole moving slowly into my ass, stopping only once, and then thrusting to the hilt. He begin see-sawing in and out, slowly, and then faster, deeper. His balls slapping against my ass. I'm moaning, panting. He begins growling, groaning. Faster. Fuck fuck fuck! Thrusting harder. Harder. Burying deep into my sore tunnel. "Hot damn, baby. You're so tight! Ohhh hellll yeah!", he screams. As he continues to thrust, I can feel his cock stiffening. He's ready to cumn. His fuck tool glides deeper, quicker. Like lightening.
At this point it feels so good that I can not control my body's attempt to meet his every thrust. I'm massaging my huge erect nipples. Pushing my ass backwards. His hands around my waist yanking my body to his while he continues to thrust. Fuck..fuck...FUCK!!! "Aw yeah!!!", he screams as he empties his semen into my hot ass, never stopping his long, deep hard thrusts. Continuing the same fast pace. His fingers probing my pussy. His other hand roughly massaging my breast. His cock re-hardens while still slamming deeply into my ass. He pulls out. Flips me back over. "Oh god will it ever end?" I am wondering..
Only a few seconds pass as he buries his long, hard tool deep into my still sore twat, and starts moving it in and out, around and about.
Mmmmmmm pure torture...
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