Strangers

Chapter 4:

I wake to the same incredibly sexy man I fell asleep on, apparently quite some time ago. The sun has started to set and it's dusky dark outside.

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I smile feeling the warmth of his arms still around me, his chest under my cheek. I try to look up to see if he's awake without disturbing him. Pulling back slowly, tilting my head up, I hear the slightest of snores. I continue moving my body up from his, not in an effort to escape unnoticed, but in an effort to achieve a sneak attack. He's f*****g hot. I didn't get a full on view of his c**k when he got in bed but I aim to find out what he's packing and give him a little thank you for the stress relief he provided me a few hours earlier.

I carefully ease the blankets back with me as go, using my foot firmly planted between his legs as leverage. When I have enough space to clear his thigh, I ease myself over his hips. Straddling his waist, I peer down at the package, even flaccid, in his sleep, the man is f*****g hung. I mean, like a goddamn horse kind of hung. The thought of him hardening at my touch, feeling him penetrate my tight p***y with his enormous c**k drives me forward.

Licking two of my fingers, leaving enough spit behind to effectively lubricate my p***y, I rub myself. Starting at the top, I spread the lips with my tandem duo, all the way down my slit, then back up, slowly, circling my clit several times with just the right amount of pressure before sliding back down and in. I cup my breast with my opposite hand, squeezing the firm orb, tweaking my own n****e, arousing myself to a sticky level perfect for smothering his c**k in an effort to bring it to life.

I smell my essence in the air. I like it. I love my scent. I take a deep breath, trying to capture every bit of that smell I can, pulling my fingers from my p***y, I use the wet nubs to erect the other n****e-pulling, twisting, tweaking, rolling them between two fingers like little balls.

Spreading my legs wide, my p***y opens up as I settle myself against his d**k. While I play with my breasts, I swirl my hips, slowly, agonizingly slow. Changing the pattern and the pressure to accommodate my own pleasure, his member starts to rise to the occasion.

Watching his face intently for any sign of movement, him waking up, I don't see one. His eyes still flutter behind the lids like he's in REM sleep.

I'm going to hate for him to miss out on this.

Feeling him grow beneath me, I lift myself slightly, putting my hands on either side of him on the mattress. His c**k springs up and lays flat against his stomach, exactly where I want it. Tucking my hands under his shoulders, I wiggle into a position that has his shaft between my lips, the moisture providing the perfect lubrication as I move only at the hips, sliding up and down his length, not penetrating, but there's no possibility of being any closer. His thick head hits my clit and I almost come undone. It's firm and hot. I love how it feels nestled between my p***y lips.

"Awwughh." The moan escapes me involuntarily, right next to his ear.

His hand instinctively hits the back of my thigh and I watch a smile spread across his face, but he doesn't open his eyes.

I don't stop what I'm doing, tilting my hips down, placing the tip of his c**k right at my entrance, posed and ready. I trace his lips with my tongue, give him a soft peck, then push him into me as I sit up to ride his c**k from here to ecstasy.

With both hands on my ass, his thumbs on opposing sides of my pelvic bone, he lets me set the pace. I want a slow grind, rocking my hips in an arch, pulling him almost completely out of my cunt before sliding him back in until his head hits my cervix. He's so deep I can almost feel him in my throat, over and over. When he starts to move with me, it's like nothing I've ever experienced.

He bends his knees just slightly, putting his feet flat on the mattress to give himself leverage to thrust. He pushes in and I sink down, meeting me in a union of bliss, so full from his enormous c**k. Lift and repeat, lift and repeat. He raises my ass effortlessly, continuing to allow me to ride him but him doing the majority of the work. When I lean back the head of his d**k hits just the right spot on my front wall; he knows instantly he's found it, and works it, not allowing me to move off it to elongate the experience.

He smirks in acknowledgement; he knows he found my G-spot.

"Come for me, Alex," he calls to my inner s*x goddess, the one who's dying for release right now-what a little slut she is. She wants to obey him; she wants to be a good girl.

Without thinking about it, my right hand finds my clit, my left grabs hold of my breast, one circling, one kneading, pulling. I'm right on the edge and that little w***e wants me to let go, but internally, I fight her, this feels too good, I'm not ready to give it up.

His relentless pounding of my p***y, his head stroking my secret spot, my fingers on my clit, the pain radiating though my nipple...I can't hold off my inner w***e.

"Come on, Alex. I can feel how close you are. Your p***y just got so hot. Let it go. Come on my cock."

That alternate persona wins over. I scream as I fly over the edge; it's so intense, he continues to pummel me.

"f**k, yes, Alex."

His c**k throbs inside me, my p***y clinching his d**k, over and over as I ride the waves that just keep coming. He keeps pushing, and I don't stop touching myself. As long as he's going, I'm taking the pleasure he's offering. I've never felt anything like it: one explosive orgasm, followed one right after another by little orgasms, giving new meaning to the term cluster f**k.

I realize I'm whimpering, shaking, as my body accepts what he offered and lets go of the energy it took to receive it.

His movements slow but don't stop. I'm a veritable mess, lying listlessly on top of him. He gently rolls me over, settling himself between my legs, and continues to slowly pump his c**k inside me, effectively keeping him erect.

He holds my legs, keeping me firmly in place as he rises to his knees, sitting on his heels. With my hips elevated in his lap, my back flat against the bed, there is little I can do to assist, but I get the feeling that's his intention.

I can't imagine how he could still be getting any pleasure from my p***y. It feels soft and relaxed, and unconscionably wet. There's virtually no friction but he's on a mission, and apparently is one of the few men that really can keep going after orgasm.

His balls touch my ass, and he slams into me in an entirely different fashion. Suddenly, the upward tilt of my hips provides a sensation I hadn't felt before. The strum of his c**k in me plays my insides like a guitar, and I begin to climax again.

I'm embarrassed, not only at how quickly I'm becoming aroused, but at how fast I'm peaking. I'm nearing number three and he's only come once.

I watch with as much attention as possible as the veins in his neck start to protrude and his chest muscles tighten, pulling me to him over and over. Hearing the slap of his balls against my butt, the wetness seeping from me onto my ass cheeks as his balls lap it up.

Knowing he's close, I want to come with him. I reach down to massage my clit as he continues to take from me what his body needs. Right as I cross over into the abyss, his arms tense, he stops pulling me to him, but his ass continues to contract, sending his member deeper into me. I cry out as he grunts his final approval.

With a few more slow pushes in, essentially draining himself inside my womb, he lets my thighs down onto the bed and gingerly pulls himself from my opening. Carefully moving one of my legs to the side of him with the other, he lies down next to me, both of us on our backs, breathing deeply, neither saying a word.