42 Filthy Fucking Stories (39 page)

Alice knew what he wanted, and was happy to give it, softly moaning as she took a firm grip on the base of his 8” cock. She lowered her lips over his tip, licking it like a lollipop, running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, making it twitch and throb until he was seconds from shooting.
 

“You don’t want to cum on my tits tonight, do you?” she teased. “I thought you wanted to get in my pussy tonight.” She purred, “Don’t you wanna get in my pussy tonight, Matty Fatty?” She looked up at him smiling, jacking his shaft even faster.

“Yessssssss…..” he whimpered. “Please don’t make me wait.”

To keep himself from cumming, Matt gently moved Alice’s hand, then pulled her up, cupped her ass, and leaned her against one of the strong supports from the bleachers. Bending down, he placed his cock inside her an inch, then waited – savoring the final few seconds that sat between boy and man.

Alice groaned loudly, kissing his earlobes and neck.
 

“Now,” she said. “Put it in me.”
 

Matt whispered,
okay,
then eased himself inside her, exploring her insides with his cock, suddenly able to feel every tight muscle and corner – spelunking her cunt like an underground cavern.

The last thing he wanted was a first experience that only lasted seconds. Matt knew that if he continued doing what he was doing, as fast as he was doing it, thrusting back and forth with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Alice moaned and chewed on his earlobe, he’d cum far too soon.
 

Even if she let him rest, and then fuck her again, which of course she would, he didn’t want the first time to end so soon.
 

He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, then pulled himself from her soaking wet pussy.
 
Matt told Alice to hang on to some support beams, then he dropped to his knees and spread her lower lips, drinking her in with his eyes.
 

He looked up at her and smiled.
 
She smiled back, and said, “please don’t stop. I can’t stand it.” Her pussy lips were slightly engorged from the gentle reaming of his cock. Matt stared at her glistening slit as long as he could, her juices grabbing beams from the moon. He was dying to get back inside her, and his cock was throbbing with hunger and pain. But he was determined to taste her sweet with a suckle.
 

He started by kissing the crease between her thighs and stomach, then quickly drifted lower, inhaling her arousal and allowing himself to get lost in the moment.
 

He tasted her, tentatively at first, then moved deeper inside her with his tongue, savoring the sweet wetness dripping down her thighs; giving her pleasure on his knees like he’d always wanted and she’d done for him so many times before.
 

He stiffened his tongue, feeling her clit harden beneath it. He fucked her hole as her lips widened and juices squirted from inside it. Matt buried his face inside her, and Alice curled her fingers in his hair, pushing his head deeper into her pelvis.
 

Her pussy felt suddenly massive, swollen against the flat of his tongue. He continued to fuck Alice with his mouth for another long moment, until he finally withdrew, then stood and pressed himself against her.

Matt made sure she was lodged against the bleachers, then, taking her upper thigh on his own, he entered her slowly, careful not to get carried away, filling her with cum before either one of them was ready.

She was enough to make Matt’s thrusting sound sloppy, especially for a first time fuck. He gathered speed, and soon enough was ramming himself wildly inside her.
 

Matt was quietly groaning, as Alice chewed on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. He no longer cared about going slow. He’d fill her with cum, then fuck her again. They had time before she had to be back home, and the Good Lord knew it would only take him a minute to get his dick fuck-ready again.
 

Matt couldn’t help the deafening groans escaping his lips, but he was glad the game was over and the bleachers were empty.
 

He felt the start of his climax as he went deeper and harder into Alice. Even though it was his first time, he knew her well enough to know she was close, too.
 

Explosions filled his brain and body. His spine tingled and nerves stood on end as he rattled and blasted inside her.
 

His few seconds of his orgasm seemed to end far quicker than when he came inside her mouth; sometimes that seemed to last as long as a minute. But he felt a blanket of warmth from being inside the heat of her pussy, and that felt like nothing he’d ever felt before.
 

Matt could feel the cooling cum as it leaked from her body and hit the evening air. He was still tight inside her, but his load was massive and spilling from the sides.
 

He sucked in several gobs of air until he finally stopped shaking, then held Alice tight against him, slowly descending from his incredible high.

Matt suddenly wanted to be naked, and see Alice naked as well. The risk of exposure was worth the feel of the cool air over his warm body, pressed against Alice. Still deep inside of her, Matt eased off her top, then shucked off his pants and ripped the shirt from his body.

He turned her around, and had Alice spread her arms and lean over. Her ass, firm and white and beautiful beneath the moon, was at the perfect angle for an amazing second round.
 

Matt drooled at the sight of her glistening slit, still bright from the heat of their sex.

He ran his hand over her lower lips, then moving in close, nudged his cock against the nest of her entrance. She reached behind with one hand, drawing him closer as he stroked her back, running his other hand beneath her body to feel her breasts, flicking his thumb over her nipples to harden them further.

They were now the size of pebbles and every bit as hard.
 

Matt slowly thrust himself inside her, slapping his balls against her ass as he plunged deeper and deeper, wanting to explore her further.
   

Matt jammed himself inside her repeatedly, until his thigh muscles finally tensed and throbbed, and he could feel Alice’s body shudder with the buildup of her own climax.
 

He wrenched his hand away from one ass cheek, then slipping it under her body, managed to excite her further by flicking her clit back and forth until she exploded, bucking against his hand.
 

Matt started moaning softly until the tension in his own body rolled to a boil. He gasped, then groaned, then heaved as cum started shooting from his pulsating cock.
 

He held onto Alice’s ass cheeks, wanting to keep all of his cum inside her for as long as he could. When he finally finished blasting, they fell to the grass in tandem, both of them shuddering.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too, Alice.” Matt turned toward her, and nuzzled his nose in between her breasts. “I’ll be back, and we’ll be married. I never want to live a day without you.”

“A minute without you is hell,” she said. “I promise to love you forever.”

And even though everyone said young love was stupid, and that he’d find plenty of pussy while overseas in the bosom of war, he was right and they were wrong.
 

X

The sound of metal grinding against metal was screaming in Matt’s ears. He snapped his eyes open and spotted flames escaping from the rear rotor blade of his chopper.
 

Matt looked around, searching for a possible landing spot as he straightened the chopper and realized that perhaps he wasn’t going to die after all.

He pulled as hard as he could on the controls. The chopper hopped and skipped, then landed in a long, thumping glide onto a flat and hard packed surface of the sandy soil.

Matt took a moment to breathe, grateful that the fire which had started at the back of the chopper, had quickly burned to nothing.
 

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a photo.

His beautiful wife and their two remarkable children, signed:
 

With love, Alice, Jonathan and Susie.

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Home From the War: Going Home

Kirstin Summers loved two things: serving her country and a good fuck with a fat cock inside her. Back home, Kirstin had moved or perhaps more accurately, drifted, from one man to the next, never settling on a special someone to spend more than a month with, let alone the rest of her life.

Her tour was up soon, and she would finally be heading back to Northern California, returning to her small home and two dogs, who where presently being taken care of by her mom. Even though Kirstin was only twenty-one, she’d had a few years to sow her oversized sacks of wild oats before finally signing into the military as a medic.

Kirstin considered going to med school when she returned home, if the timing and money worked in her favor. But for now, she would take things as she always had, day-by-day, if not hour-by-hour.

Kirstin stood in front of her full-length mirror, straightening her hair and blouse, running her hand along the pleats of her skirt, and readying her mind and body for her last night of leave before leaving to go home.

Kirstin had met a few worthy men while serving in the war zone, and had let several of them inside her, but there hadn’t been anyone special. And despite the over-abundance of alpha-males, she had yet to find a single guy that could fuck her silly, which she had thought would have been a sure thing in the military.
 

Once gone, Kirstin would never return. And before leaving her unit for good, she wanted one final wild night, a night that would stay with her for a long time, if not forever, reminding her of the good times that came with the military, rather than the strobing memories of the wounded and dead going home, but not alive and whole as they and she would have wished it.
 

Those bad memories were easier to come by, and far harder to forget.
 

Kirstin took one last look at herself in the mirror and nodded, proud of her fit body and sharp yet attractive features. She spun around, making sure her ass looked good – it did – then saluted herself in the mirror, grabbed her small handbag from the hook by the door, then left her room and headed toward the local bar where she would start her final evening on leave.
 

She sat alone at the bar for a half hour or so, trying to figure out whether she was more sad than excited, or more excited than sad. Kirstin didn’t just wear her uniform well, she wore it proudly – just as she would until she landed back on U.S. soil, where she would hang it in her closet as an occasional reminder, and
remember when.

A tall man entered the bar, just as Kirstin happened to look over toward the door. Something about the man sent her libido into immediate overdrive. It might have been his saunter, or the tailored cut of his charcoal jacket, but it was more likely his height.
 
She wasn’t sure. But she had come to the bar to fuck, and the stranger made her instantly wet.
 

Her right hand drifted down to her flat belly, then lower. Hidden behind a small table covered with a cloth, no one could see Kirstin sliding her hands under her skirt, then start to touch herself.
 

Feeling the wet slick of her moistening slit made her even wetter.

The stranger’s eyes carpeted the crowd, but stopped nowhere. Kirstin couldn’t tell if he was looking for someone in particular, or simply prospecting, like she was.
 

She noticed his civilian clothing – charcoal colored jacket, soft cotton shirt and loose silk blend pants that made her slightly shudder as he crossed the bar toward her. He must’ve had an extremely large cock for it to show from inside his loose fitting dress pants. The outline was large, and like Kirstin’s hand on top of her own pussy, made her wet pussy even wetter.

Kirstin wondered why he was in a dive bar in the middle of a war zone, dressed nicely, and obviously not in the military. She looked away, not wanting to get caught staring, but couldn’t help stealing every possible glance. She pivoted her head, only slightly, and found him looking at her, his gray-blue eyes glinting with pleasure, or maybe mystery. He smiled.

If this was her last night in the war zone, it should definitely be with a man like that. Her heart beat faster, near racing, as he casually strolled toward her table, then stopped a few feet away, looking down at Kirstin from the mountain of his height.
 

“Seat taken?” he said, smiling wide. His voice was pleasant, with just enough of an accent to color his tone and add another flush to Kirstin’s now soaking wet cunt. Up close he looked older than he did from across the bar, though no less handsome. His face wore a light spray of salt and pepper stubble, that didn’t quite match the black nighttime of his hair, though it did seem to agree with the slight lines crinkling beneath his eyes.

“Nope. It’s all yours if you want it.” Kirstin patted the fake leather beside her. The stranger slipped into the booth.

He sighed, as though he was off of his feet for the first time in his own fair share of forever, and then ran his right hand through his hair. A sudden smile spread across his face, even wider than before. He nodded to the medic’s patches decorating Kirstin’s shirt, and said, “Me too.”