A Conversation
I look up from my book. “What do you want?”
“Your cock,” she says with a lick of her lips.
“Why?”
“Cause I’m horny.”
“Why else?”
“Cause I’m a dirty slut.”
“Any other reasons?”
“Cause I love you,” she says, fumbling for the right combination of words that will act like the key to unlock her wet snatch.
“Get naked and slap your pussy,” I command.
She complies.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she pleads after slapping herself makes her good and wet.
I climb on top of her. She reaches down between my legs and grasps my stiff manhood.
“You’re hard. Why are you hard?”
“Because it pleases me to hear your desperation.”
She reaches down further. “Your balls are huge. They feel so full. Are they full?”
“Yes.”
“Have me, Daddy. Fuck me good. I need it.”
I go deep inside her. I can hear her juices splash as I penetrate her. She is like a ripe and juicy fruit, dripping all over me.
“How full are your balls?” she asks, whispering into my ear.
“As full as Teddy’s were when you teased him and then sucked him off.”
She moans and whispers, “Oh yeah, he had such a big cock. He liked to use me.”
She cums. Not a full-fledged, earth-shattering, pussy-clenching orgasm, but a prelude to many more, I could tell.
“As full as Hunter’s balls when you sucked him off.”
“Mmmmm,” she hums again and whispers, “I sucked him off right in this bed. Right here. I got on my back and put my wet, full lips to the tip of his cock. He jacked it over my face as I let him put his balls in my mouth. He came all over my tits.”
She cums again. Harder than the first.
“As full as that. . .
[Excerpt from the story, “Remembrance of Cocks Past,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]
