The Limousine (20 page)

Mmmmmm, I wonder if I can get him hard without waking him up. I wonder if I’d wake Kristi up if I did that? Would she be mad? I should stop thinking like that—it’s dangerous. I should just get out of bed and leave him alone. Shit, why am I so fucking hot all of a sudden?
Why
was
she getting so turned on? Some of it was the anonymity—she had no idea who this guy was. That made her hot, somehow. Some of it was the fact that he was one of Kristi’s lovers—and Brenda had long fantasized about making it with one of Kristi’s enthusiastic and skilled boyfriends. From the sounds Kristi made when she was being fucked in this bed, she had pretty good taste in men. But most of what made Brenda’s whole body alive and electric with excitement was raw, unadulterated, consuming lust. She was just horny, and wanted to fuck. And no amount of embarrassment could do away with that.
That raw lust made Brenda’s pussy so wet—
was
she wet? She should find out.
Trying to move as little as possible, concentrating on remaining totally silent, Brenda moved her hand down from the guy’s chest to feel her own pussy, to see if she was wet. Along the way, she couldn’t help brushing her hand against his semihard prick. Well, maybe she could have helped it. But she didn’t seem to want to stop herself.
God, he feels like he’s really big,
thought Brenda. She slipped her hand down further, between her spread legs, and felt her pussy. She eased one finger in to see if she was really that wet.
God, oh fucking God, that feels so good with my finger in there like that. Shit, I’m dripping. Fuck, I’m really wet. I didn’t even mean to get this turned on. I should just get out of the bed and forget everything. This is crazy. I’m going to get Kristi so pissed off at me—and spoil everything. God, I don’t want to take my finger out of there, that feels so good. I wonder if I could just get myself off right here without waking either of them up? Shit! I can’t think like that. Oh but oh God that feels so good ...
She kept sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, teasing her clit with her thumb, feeling just how wet it really was. Plus, that felt really good. She finally managed to ease her finger out of her pussy.
I’ve got to get out of here,
she told herself,
before they wake up.
Now she was stroking her lips just a little bit, feeling the tightness of her hole. Then she was moving her hand back up the guy’s body, and without Brenda even knowing what she was doing, she was wrapping her fingers around his half-hard cock. Except it wasn’t half-hard anymore.
A lightning bolt shot through Brenda’s body. Her pulse pounded in her head.
Fuck. He’s got a hard-on. Fuck. I woke him up. Now he’s going to be ticked. Or maybe he’s going to want to fuck me. And Brenda’s going to be all pissed off. Shit, he really is big—fuck that’s huge! Wonder what that would feel like.... stop thinking like that! Shit, is he awake?
But she listened to the guy’s breathing—it was unchanged. That only encouraged Brenda to lie there and feel his cock harden until it was at its full length and hardness. It was even bigger than she’d thought. Man, Kristi was lucky. Brenda was a hopeless size queen, and she wished she could just let herself go and mount this guy. Why couldn’t she?
She began rubbing her breasts back and forth just a little against his chest. Just a little. God, that felt good, rubbing her nipples against him like that. She began to rub the head of his cock with her thumb. The guy didn’t wake up, but she could feel the slight movements of his body.
Shit! I should stop this!
Brenda thought, screaming at herself internally. But her mouth was watering for the guy’s prick. No, she had to stop. Brenda suddenly gasped as she looked up. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness a little—and she realized that Kristi’s eyes were wide open, and she was watching Brenda with an inscrutable expression on her face.
Brenda tried to pull her hand away from the guy’s cock, but she found herself frozen. She couldn’t seem to breathe or move. That’s when Kristi leaned forward suddenly, and planted a sensuous, hungry kiss on Brenda’s mouth. Brenda felt Kristi’s hungry tongue thrusting into her mouth, and eagerly Brenda closed her hand around the guy’s prick. She began jacking him off rhythmically as she and Brenda kissed. She was gentle, not wanting to spoil the spell of sleep just yet. The guy still didn’t wake up, and Brenda’s mind raced with what she should do.
“Fuck him,” whispered Kristi. “Come on. Get on top of him.”
Brenda wanted to slip his cock into her mouth, to give him the treatment she’d given the master earlier in the limousine. But her pussy was already so close to this magnificent cock, and she was so wet if she didn’t get fucked soon she was going to go insane. It was a simple matter to get it in there. Brenda slowly lifted her ass a little and moved under the satin sheets, feeling their slickness against her back and buttocks. She slid her thigh down a little further over the guy’s body, lifting his shaft into the right position using the hand she was jerking him off with. She lifted herself off of him far enough—and it was a lot further than most guys would have required—to nuzzle her wet pussy down onto the head of his cock. He wasn’t just long, but thick. Really thick. But Brenda was wet and hungry for him. She settled down on his cockhead, working it into her. Then with a gasp, she felt his thickness penetrating into her entrance, and she began to settle down on top of him, pushing the shaft into her body an inch at a time.
Oh God,
thought Brenda.
I can’t be doing this. He hasn’t consented to this. He didn’t ask me to fuck him. But God, that feels so fucking good ... oh God...
Brenda settled down until she gasped to feel the guy’s cockhead pressing against her cervix. She could feel that she’d taken almost all of him, a full inch still outside her pussy. God, he was huge, and he felt great inside her. Brenda rose to a crouching position, her body erect over the guy’s body, impaled on his cock. The satin sheets slipped away. Brenda looked down at Kristi. She was sprawled on the bed, tangled in the sheets, fucking herself with her fingers as she watched Brenda, fascinated.
Brenda looked down at the guy just as his eyes opened. She saw mixed shock and horror on his face as he saw that the woman on top of him was definitely not the woman he’d gone to bed with. Then he saw Kristi working herself into a frenzy next to him. His eyes took in Brenda’s naked body, her firm, large tits, her smooth belly, her legs spread around his cock and her pussy taking almost his whole shaft. He let out a groan, and his hands traveled up to Brenda’s breasts.
“Oh fuck yes,” gasped Brenda as she felt the guy pinching her nipples—gently at first, then more firmly as she moaned in pleasure. Brenda began fucking her body against him, lifting herself up and down, pressing his shaft rhythmically into her body while he stroked her nipples. God, that felt so fucking good—
Brenda’s left hand was on her breasts, cradling the guy’s hand as he squeezed them and pinched her nipples. Her right hand was between her legs, feeling the thickness of his shaft as it penetrated her. With every few thrusts she gave her clit a little stroke, trying hard not to bring herself off. She didn’t want to come yet. No, not yet...
Kristi let out a wild moan of approaching orgasm, and Brenda felt a surge of sympathetic pleasure going through her body—
Kristi must be really turned on to be coming this soon!
Brenda fucked the guy faster, feeling his hard cock deep inside her. She wanted to switch places, to feel him on top of her. But she didn’t want to break the spell of the moment, and besides, in this position his cock was hitting her G-spot perfectly. Oh God, it felt so fucking good, Brenda knew she was going to come. But she didn’t want it to be yet—she didn’t want her arousal to peak until she’d been fucked good and long! But she wanted to get this guy on top of her, to have him fuck her with her legs spread wide underneath him.
Brenda lowered herself on top of him, pulling his cock halfway out of her and working her hips around in little circles.
She looked into the guy’s eyes. She still couldn’t see all that well in the half-darkness, but she could see the guy’s face well enough.
God, he’s gorgeous,
she thought. Her eyes opened wide as she thrust his cock into her.
God, I want him on top of me.
Brenda slipped her hand under his, lifting one breast and guiding it up to the guy’s mouth. He parted his lips for her hard nipple and she pressed it between them. His tongue snaked out and began to tease her nipple, bringing a groan of ecstasy from Brenda. She desperately needed to be under him.
It was almost as if the guy read her mind. His hands left her breasts and his arms went around her hips. His hands found the curves of Brenda’s ass and he rolled her to the side. Without letting his cock leave her pussy, the guy positioned Brenda on her side, and he slid up between her spread thighs as they curled around him. Kristi rolled onto her side, too, behind Brenda, and Brenda felt Kristi’s lips kissing and sucking on the back of her neck. Kristi’s hands stroked their way down Brenda’s back and began to play with her buttocks as the guy squeezed them, fucking his cock into her. Then Brenda felt Kristi’s fingertip sliding up and down between her buttocks, and she let out a gasp of surprised pleasure.
Kristi teased Brenda’s ass as the guy fucked her on her side. Kristi’s hard nipples rubbed against Brenda’s back. But what surprised Brenda the most was that the guy started to kiss her, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Brenda started to kiss back, the taste of his tongue exciting her more. She felt the pressure of Kristi’s finger playing with the entrance to her asshole.
The guy rolled Brenda onto her back, with Kristi’s help. His cock slipped out of Brenda’s pussy, and she put her arms around him as he climbed on top of her. Kristi reached down to take his cock in her hand and guide the cockhead to Kristi’s pussy. Kristi spread her legs wide and relaxed into the moment, feeling the guy penetrate her again.
“Oh God ... oh yes...” she moaned as he pushed his shaft home. He began to fuck her slowly as Kristi inched away, preferring to watch the erotic scene as it unfolded.
The guy began to suck on Brenda’s neck, kissing and biting at her tender flesh. Normally she would have blurted out the lover’s mantra—“No hickeys!”—but right now she didn’t care, it felt so fucking good to have him sucking on her throat like that. She writhed and moaned and eagerly surrendered her body to him.
Brenda was overcome with pleasure. She couldn’t exactly say why, but the guy’s thrusts felt more incredible than she would have dreamed. Something about the way he was using his cock on her made it feel so good—his slow thrusts seemed to match her arousal perfectly, exciting her more without working toward bringing her off. Brenda hovered on a plateau of pleasure, safe and delirious in the knowledge that she was going to come—but not just yet.
His mouth closed on her nipple as he fucked her, and electricity seemed to run between the thrusts in her cunt and the stimulation on her nipple. The guy fucked her long and slow and deep, and it felt as if his cock was hitting her G-spot with each deep thrust. Then, when Brenda was slick with sweat and panting with near-orgasm, he moved back and eased his cock out of her cunt, looking down into Brenda’s face.
Brenda seemed to read the guy’s intentions in his gorgeous eyes. Or maybe it was just her own fantasies, her own desires, that made it seem that way. He pulled back, giving her just enough room to do what she need to do.
Brenda squirmed on the bed, rolling over again—this time onto her hands and knees. She lifted her ass in the air, her legs spread, exposing her pussy for him. She wriggled her ass invitingly, and the guy positioned his cockhead right at the entrance to her cunt. But he didn’t go back in—not just yet. Instead, he rubbed his cockhead up and down in her wet slit, teasing her clit and nudging the entrance to her pussy. Brenda clawed at the sheets and moaned, and it was then that she heard the unmistakable groans of Kristi’s orgasm. She looked over to see Kristi desperately fucking herself with her hand, her eyes fixed on Brenda and the anonymous guy. Then, the guy put his cockhead to Brenda’s pussy-entrance and pushed gently in. Brenda began to push her body back onto him, feeling his cock go inside her. His whole cock slid in to Brenda as she let out a heartfelt “Oh fuck ... oh fuck!” She felt it going all the way into her, and with a long, slow, savage pause the guy let her feel it, let her feel she was being fucked. Then Brenda began to move, and the guy matched her movements perfectly. His cock-thrusts increased in intensity as Brenda worked with him, and she knew that this time she was going to come. There was no stopping it now—her orgasm welled like a tidal wave inside her pussy. She turned her head and Kristi pressed her lips to Brenda’s, kissing her deeply as Brenda came, hard, wailing and shuddering as the guy’s cock worked in and out of her.
The thrusts continued as Brenda finished her intense orgasm, and then she felt him spasming, felt his cock spurting inside her. His groans were almost as loud as Brenda’s own.
Brenda slumped forward into the pillows, breathing deeply, inhaling Kristi’s smell. The guy slipped his softening cock out of Brenda’s pussy and rested between the two women, putting his arms around Brenda. She turned just enough so she could press her body against his, kissing him and stroking his face. This was one of the best fucks she’d ever had. But the master had made it all possible—Brenda never would have done this even a week ago. She stroked the guy’s soft cock with her hand, feeling it slick with her own juices.
There was a smile on Kristi’s face. The three of them cuddled for long minutes. Slowly, without a word being spoken between them, the guy began to drift off to sleep.
Brenda was suddenly seized with horror. What had she done? She didn’t even know this guy’s name. But shit, he sure knew how to fuck.
Kristi’s eyes were half-open, a mischievous half-smile matching them. Brenda untangled her body from the guy’s and from the satin sheets, and slipped out of bed. She quickly went down the hall to the bathroom, her naked body slick with sweat.
Brenda looked at herself in the mirror. God, she looked like hell. Her hair was matted and her makeup was smeared everywhere. She was sweaty and her eyes were puffy with lack of sleep. Worst of all, her throat and shoulders and breasts were covered with hickeys. But Brenda had to admit part of her liked that. She liked the way she looked, all rumpled like a slut.