ROMANCE: Romantic Comedy: Love in 30 Days - The Best Plans Don't Always Work! (Plus 19 FREE Books Book 13) (8 page)

In one fluid motion I stood up, spun around and mounted him. I pushed one of my sensitive nipples towards his mouth. He began to lick and gently bite it as I rode him.

“Oh my god that is amazing” I said as I went up and then literally dropped all of my weight on to his cock. With each deep stroke I managed to hit the sweet spot. That and the combination of my clit rubbing against him sent me in to overdrive. I knew that I was going to cum again so I quickly stood up and pushed my pussy into his face

“Eat me” I said, which of course he did without hesitation.

The ensuing orgasm was a wet one, and I covered his face in my girl cream. When it was done, I bent over and kissed him, savoring my own aroma on his lips. He responded by reaching up and pinching one of my nipples.

“You have got to fuck me doggy” I cried out. I got like that when I was horny, always demanding things. He didn’t seem to mind. I got on my hands and knees, mindful that both of us would probably sustain a carpet burn or 2. I reached back with either hand and spread myself open wide. I can only imagine how inviting it must have looked.

He eased the length of his cock in to me ever so slowly, almost painfully slow, but he kept going until he was very deep. He reached around with either hand and cupped my breasts, one nipple between each thumb and forefinger. As the speed of his movements increased, he let go and knelt up straight behind me in order to get a better purchase of my hips.

His balls made a slapping sound as they hit my clit, causing my toes to curl. The room was filled with the sounds of our animal grunts as he drove his cock in to me. For someone that ‘had not been with anyone in a while’ he sure did last quite long. The very moment that the thought went through my head, I heard him began to make the tell tale sounds of a man about to cum. I really wanted to tell him to fill me with his sperm but I was in the middle of my own orgasm and could not speak.

Instead, he pulled out and shot warm ribbons of pearly white goo all over my ass and back. The shear volume of the stuff was astounding. Without even thinking about it, I reached back, scooped up a handful of he stuff and put it in my mouth. Sure it was partly for his benefit but also I really liked to know how my man tasted.

“You didn’t have to do that” I said, “I am on the pill… but I love cum anyway.”

“Wow, you are dirty” he replied, smiling broadly, “my kind of girl.”

We lay down together and drifted off. As I fell asleep, I noticed that there was cum in my hair. I didn’t mind. I loved the way that he held me. I felt protected, I felt like he still wanted me, even after a fuck.

For the following week we were sort of inseparable, except when i had to go to work. Jamie mentioned to me a few times that he had a bit of a hassle with some of the local guys but he didn’t elaborate. From some of the stories that he had told me, it sounded as if he could probably snap anyone’s neck with ease but the truth was that I had never met a more peaceful and gentle guy.

We had spent an one evening killing the better part of 3 bottles of merlot and he had finally broken down and told me about some of the horrors that he had faced. There were tears in his eyes as he described watching a small village burning to the ground. Granted, they had been harboring enemy combatants, but still it was sad. That was when I began to fall in love with him, when I saw what a conscientious and caring man he was.

He was torn between trying to live a normal life and going back in to service, where everything felt ‘normal’. Well, it was never ‘normal’ he said, but at least people understood him. I did my best to be not only an amazing fuck slut, but also a good listener. As the days wore on, I began to fall for him even more. I told him to just check out of his motel and stay with me. That’s when things got a little more complicated.

We had been out together, again over in Watson, and when we got home someone had left a ‘go home’ note on my door. It was pretty lame actually, just a handwritten note tacked in to the wood. My guess is that in a big city they would have used spray paint.

“Just more local assholes” Jamie said as we went inside. He crumpled the note in his hand.

“What do you mean?” I asked. He had mentioned a run in or two, but this was stupid.

“Oh, apparently a lot of the local guys are upset because I just ‘breezed into town and now I am fucking you’. He made little quotation marks indicating that was exactly what was said.

“Well, you did breeze in to town… and you certainly are ‘fucking me’ I said, turning around and bending over, offering him my ass.

“It’s more than that Marietta… I… I…”

“What Jamie?” I asked, still bent over

“I am falling in love with you” he said.

I stood up and spun around. I had avoided that emotion with local guys for years, rather successfully, but I had happily let my guard down with Jamie. I was more than ready to feel it, but I still wanted to get out of town. I did not want a white picket fence.

“Jamie… I love… you” I said cautiously. He looked at me with very sad eyes.

“I just don’t want everything to end up shit” he said, “it always seems to”

“What do you mean ‘end up shit?’” I asked, “Everything is perfect so far.”

“I just don’t want your life to get difficult or complicated because of me” he answered.

“Living in this town is complicated enough” I said “everyone knows your business. I don’t give a shit about the locals.”

“Yeah, well one guy claims that he has been fucking you, that you are his boyfriend”

              Randy, it had to be Randy. Sure I had fucked him, several times, but it was nothing more than sex. More than once he had declared his undying love for me and I laughed and told him to get serious. The only reason that I went back for more was because he had a huge cock and could stay hard for hours. But intellectually he was not much better than a rabbit. Besides, Jamie was more than taking care of me sexually now. He was like some kind of zen master at pussy eating.

              “Screw him” I said, visibly angry “I don’t have a boyfriend… except maybe you.” I looked at the carpet.

              “So… we are a thing now?” he asked, the way that he said it made it sound funny.

              “Wouldn’t you say so?” I asked. He just smiled and nodded his head.

              “So I can tell this asshole that you are actually my girlfriend?” he asked.

              “Tell em what ever you want” I said, “in fact, maybe we should really give them something to talk about.”

              “Like what? he asked

              I was hatching an evil plan in my head, one that would really get a buzz going in town. Of course it would be better to leave if I followed through on it. This would cement my undeserved reputation as a slut if I went through with it.

              “Do you remember Jane?” I asked.

              “Jane?”

              “You know, I introduced her to you at Marley’s, the bar that we go to sometimes.”

              “Oh yeah, pretty girl, long blond hair, green eyes and great smile?”

              “Wow, you really do remember” I said, “should I be worried?”

              “Comes with the job” he said. What about her?”

              I was still toying with the idea. I had never really done it with a girl, except my San Francisco escapade, but I had surely fantasized about it. I had watched it online during a few masturbation sessions. I was a little ambivalent as to whether or not I wanted to actually do it. But it was my idea and he was asking. Jane had (more than once) suggested that we have sex. Of course we were both a little drunk at the time and I always said no. I knew that she had a boyfriend so I was guessing that she was just curious, like me. I had no idea if she had actually ever done it or not.

              “Umm… “ I started, not knowing how to breach the subject.

              “You were saying?” he said, eyebrows raised.

              “Ever done a threesome?” I just decided to blurt it out. He looked at me blankly.

              “Ok” I went on, “maybe it’s a terrible idea.”

              “Wait… I didn’t say that exactly. Do you mean with another guy?… or a girl?”

              “A girl, I was thinking… but maybe it’s a bad idea.”

              “Why? You brought it up.”

              “I wouldn’t want it to change anything between us.”

              “Why would it?” he said. “I am pretty sure that it wouldn’t.” He stopped for a second and then spoke again as if just realizing what I was implying. “Why, do you like girls too or something?”

              “No, I like cock, I like you I mean… Like I said, I love you…. but…”

              “Yes?”

              “But I have been curious, and for sure we would get the town talking.”

              “Sounds to me like you have someone in mind already” he said.

              “I do, I admitted “Jane, the girl that I was talking about.”

              “What makes you think that she would go for that?” He inquired.

              “Oh she would, trust me, I know.”

              “I’m game Marietta, as long as you aren’t going to feel jealous. I would hate that.”

              “Jealous of what?” I asked, “It’s not like you are gonna fall in love with her.” I had the feeling that I might get a bit jealous watching him fuck her.

              “So let’s do it” he said “but isn’t it just gonna make it worse for you if people know?”

              “Fuck them” I said, not thinking it trough at all. Jane’s boyfriend would probably be furious.

              “Let’s go to Marly’s tomorrow and see if she is there. She usually is on a Friday.”

              “Yeah cool” he said “but for tonight just us.”

              We began to kiss and grope each other but this time it was very different from every other session that we’d had. Love had been spoken about and now our emotions were out there. As he fucked me that nightI wondered for a second if the threesome idea were a good one, but I decided that if we were going to be a couple that being honest about our dirtiest fantasies was a good idea.

              In the middle of our session, after I had already cum probably half a dozen times, I climbed out of bed and got my vibrator and lube from my dresser drawer.  I  wanted to give him a little show but what ensued was even hornier. I slathered my pussy in the slippery goo and began to fuck myself until I came. He looked on appreciatively, his hard cock standing at attention. When I got really horny and had made myself cum a third time, I slipped the vibrator in to my tiny tight asshole. His eyes grew wide and his mouth opened a little.

              “Wanna fuck my ass?” I asked. I had always enjoy toying myself there, but this would be the first cock ever in my backside.

              “Seriously?” he asked, as if no one had ever offered it to him before.

              “Totally” I shrieked, the buzz of the vibrator in my ass bringing on yet another orgasm.

              We had spoken of love and we had become really close, so  I really wanted to do this with him. He knelt in front of me, squeezed a ton of lube on to his cock and very slowly eased himself in my tight hole replacing the vibrator with cock. He was much bigger than my toy, so initially and for just a second or two it kind of hurt, but that feeling was so quickly replaced by immense pleasure that I forgot all about it.

              It is next to impossible to describe getting ass fucked. I was having what felt like a non-stop orgasm as he slipped deep into me. He started slow but before long I was begging him to fuck my ass hard. Crazy things were coming out of my mouth that didn’t even sound like me.

              “Fuck my ass hard” and “use me like a dirty fuck slut” were just a couple of the things that I said. Multiple orgasms will do that to a girl.

              I took my vibrator, turned it back on and thrust it in to my pussy essentially double fucking myself. I was so turned on that I could not get enough. That action set Jamie off and quite suddenly he was flooding my ass with his warm cum. The sensation of that alone was beyond description. My legs began to spasm again from the pleasure.