3 comments/ 4456 views/ 1 favorites Surprise Ch. 02 By: Nehima Surprisingly, my one night stand with Nikos didn't end too badly. One might say, it was quite fortuitous. We didn't do the 'awkward silence' afterward. I stayed the night, and woke up the next morning to find him downstairs and cooking breakfast for the both of us. (Unfortunately he had put his clothes back on). We exchanged numbers; with a promise of 'I'll call you soon' he drove me back to my car, still parked near the club. I doubted the 'I'll call you soon', but as with the first experience of meeting him, I was surprised. He rang, and kept ringing. For the weeks after that epic first encounter, we got to know each other, our personalities and each others habits, slowly becoming a little part of each others lives. We had long phone conversations into the night, went on dates to the cinema and our favourite restaurants, generally acting like teenagers in love, except for the one slight itty bitty problem: - We still hadn't had sex. (Again.) Apart from the odd goodbye kiss, personal contact had been kept to a minimum. I'd tried to hint I wouldn't mind taking it further, but he didn't seem to get my hints, or acknowledge them in any way. I told myself that taking it slow wasn't a bad thing, but I was considering the possibility that maybe he didn't want to get intimate again. Maybe he'd thought that being friends was enough. It's not that I didn't value his friendship, but on the other hand, I was beginning to feel signs of sexual frustration every time I saw him, his toned muscles and his glinting hazel eyes not helping the need that was building between my thighs. I thought it was the same for his side as well. Over the past couple of dates, I've been aware of his eyes on my body, subtly, not lecherous, but there was interest there. It didn't help the fact that this reminiscing session I was having, at this point, was happening just before I was about to sleep. He said he would ring me to organize another date, and he hadn't. Work had been hell, constantly filled with checking my phone to see if he'd left a message. I was acting like an insecure teenager, something I hadn't felt for many years. I'd had a long day. Sleep, however, was not on my mind right now. My hand was slowly moving lower, subconsciously, to answer the pulsing urge I'd been feeling whilst I was thinking of Nikos. Maybe I should get a book to distract myself? I caught myself at that, thinking my newest book was vampire based, mainly concentrating on their sexual prowess. No help from that quarter then. It's not that I didn't want to quell my urges, but I'd never needed to quell them on my own. I'd never been this worked up and frustrated over a man before. I reached over to my bedside table and opened the drawer, my limited number of sex toys revealed in the dim bedroom light. Pulling over my trusty silver bullet, I let my hand stray down, lower, touching softly over my nipples, pinching and pulling them, feeling the wetness between my thighs beginning to build. My mind wandered, to think of that single time when Nikos was touching me, teasing me, and when my hand reached my core I was wet and ready. My fingers stroked over my bullet, pressing it on, and I pushed the vibrator against my clit. "Oh god" I moaned to myself, I'd forgotten how this uncomplicated pleasure could feel so good. I worked myself against the vibe, moving my hips off the bed, pretending it was his hands stroking me, moving in that sensitive place. Lost in sensation, I pushed the slick metal deep inside me, imagining and wishing its shallow length was replaced by his long thick cock. Remembering that feeling of him deep inside of me, his hard pulsing length deep within my core had my body gearing up for orgasm...until my mobile rang on my bedside table. Distracted, off kilter and crying out in rage and frustration, having come (or not, as the case may be) so far and not reaching a climax, I angrily grabbed my mobile, and noticing who was calling, I flushed. Nikos? I looked at the clock on the nightstand. 9:45? He was calling to organize a date at this hour? "Hello?" I asked, breathlessly. "Hello Jane." I heard him smile over the phone. "I hope I wasn't disturbing anything. You sound out of breath" Another blush. "No...Err...I was just trying to...about to go to sleep. Nothing to disturb...heh. What's up?" "Are you still up for that date?" "Sure, why not." I didn't care if I sounded bitter. It was nearly 10, I was horny and frustrated, and I was contemplating life with another platonic male friendship in my life. "You sure? You don't sound so happy about it." I struggled to make my voice sound chipper. "No, I am okay. Just tired. When are you free?" "It depends. If you were interested, and you don't have anything on tomorrow morning...." My heart jumped a little at this point..."We could start the date early." I stuttered..."Oh!...What...Drive over to yours...now? I heard his smiling voice on the phone again "What, you didn't think I was interested in getting to know you in that way again? I subconsciously shrugged, an automatic movement whenever I was embarrassed. Sighing, I replied. "The way things were going it didn't seem like it was heading in that direction again. I'm fine with it if it's not, but I'd rather you told me." "Jane, I wanted to get to know your mind as well as your body. I have loved every minute I spent with you over these past couple of weeks." His voice was sincere and sent chills through my body "You are a truly beautiful woman but I intend to get better acquainted with you tonight, if you'll let me." I thought about it. I hadn't got to work until later in the day. I had nothing planned and nothing to miss. Trying not to sound too desperate I replied "Give me a half an hour for me to get ready. I'll be there." "I'll be waiting" he replied and hung up. I pulled up at his house an hour later, very much aware this was my first booty call. I'd had a quick shower before I came, taking my vibe in with me to clean it, which I'd slipped into my bag along with a change of clothes. What I was wearing now couldn't be classed as clothing. Underneath my long black coat, was a black leather corset, pushing my breasts up enough that they were close to being fully exposed. I had on a garter belt, stockings, high heels and that was it. My long red hair was down and framing my face and thankful it was a summer night, I got out and walked up to the front door. I felt naughty and dirty, the night air caressing my naked thighs under the coat, which only increased the feeling of warmth between my legs. As I rang the doorbell, I began to feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I hoped I hadn't gone overboard with the outfit, but I wanted to remind him constantly of what he's missed these past couple of weeks. I heard footsteps move closer to the door, and he opened it, his body silhouetted against the light inside. "Welcome to my home again Jane. I've been waiting." He beckoned me in with a crooked grin, his hand reaching for my waist to pull me over the threshold, to land hard against him. He was wearing his leather trousers, the ones I first saw him in, and was bare-chested. He looked new, like the warm smiling man I'd been getting to know over the past few weeks had changed back into the harsh dominating person of my first encounter. His sexual persona was extremely arousing. He pushed the door closed behind me and led me into the living room. I got the impression of a high vaulted ceiling with wooden beams before he turned me round and kissed me. "Strip" Aware that I was making a show of it, I walked into the cleared centre of the room, my arse swaying with the movement in my high heels. He kept me waiting for sex for weeks, I thought smugly to myself. Two can play at that game. Under the overhead lighting I'm aware my body looked good. I moved my hands slowly up and down my body, hidden underneath my coat and then I moved my fingers towards the first button. First button undone showed him the top of my corset and my breasts pushed up beneath. His eyebrows went up as his eyes focused intently on the line of my cleavage. Until then, he'd stood a few feet in front of me, but he now walked towards me, stalking, the leathers showing off the muscles in his thighs to the best possible effect. "I told you to strip, not tease." His voice had a deep authority that went straight to my already heated core. Until I had met him, at our first encounter, I hadn't realised how much I liked being dominated during sex, how much I wanted to be used. His hands found the rest of my buttons and he undid them, still slowly, savouring every inch he revealed. Finally, the coat was undone and on the floor, and he walked round me, inspecting me. He stood behind me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes, taking my hands behind me and I heard a jingle of metal as he cuffed my wrists together. I felt his hands on my hips, moving his body forward to mould against mine. My bound hands could feel his erection hard and impatient through the thin leather of the trousers. I stroked my fingers lightly over it, and was rewarded by his moan and his words came out as a growl. "I want to fuck you so hard right now." His hands came round to caress my arse. "I want you on your knees in front of me, cock deep in your mouth. I want to be in between your thighs, licking your clit and tasting your orgasm. I want you bent over in front of me, with my hard cock deep in your core, screaming my name. You aren't the only one that's been horny these past weeks." I moaned this time, moving back against his roving hands and his hard cock. I really wanted this. I realised I would do anything for this man, if only he could bring me a release. "But we have all the time in the world, and I intend to savour every inch of you tonight." He backed away then, and I whimpered, wanting. He looked into my eyes, smiling. "Now...what were you really doing when I rang you?" I blushed. "Nothing." He spanked me once in warning. "Don't make me repeat myself." I blushed harder, feeling the sting on my arse. "I was masturbating." I heard him chuckle. "Were you really? My my, what a bad girl you are. Did you come?" "No. Because you interrupted. Therefore, technically, you owe me." I felt him move behind me, heard something being picked up from a nearby table, where he walked in front to stand mere inches from my body. "Do I? "Yes" He squeezed my nipples lightly. "Beg." "Yes...please." His hands still on my nipples tightened, and I groaned. He released me then, and I heard the jingle of chain, and felt the familiar pressure of his clamps on my nipples. "I still don't think you sound desperate enough" he said softly, with a tug on the chain. "I said...beg me." The tug went straight to my clit, which was throbbing with need. "Please...I need to come...Please...Master." "Good girl." He undid my handcuffs, but left the blindfold on, leading me by the chain connecting my nipples to sit on a chair nearby. I felt him slip something smooth between my hands, and further inspection yielded it to be a vibrator. My fingers found the on button and it came into life in my hands. "Now, I want a show of what you were doing before I interrupted." I brought my heels up off the floor and onto the chair, spreading my legs wider before him. Being blindfolded I wasn't conscious of what I looked like, only what I could feel. Knowing he was watching this only made me hotter. I kept the vibe moving downward whilst my other hand played with the clamps, pulling the chain attached, my nipples standing out in hard relief. I pushed the vibe hard against my sensitive flesh, feeling how wet I had become. I heard his breathing deepen and I knew he was watching how the light glistened on the flesh I was baring for him. If he wanted a show, he'd get one, I thought as I pulled the vibe away from my clit, and brought it up to my mouth, sucking it in and tasting my juices. Smiling in satisfaction at the fact he couldn't hold back his moan. In some ways being blind made me all the more aware of how I felt, how the vibe purred in my hand, the sounds of his breathing, the sound of a zipper. The sound of movement ahead confirmed Nikos stroking his heavy cock, which I wanted to suck, to fuck me. I brought the vibe back down to the place where I desperately wanted him as I pushed it in and arched my back to finally have something filling me, even if it was poor substitute for the man sitting in front of me. I carried on, pushing it deeper into my wet core, feeling it slide in so easily and smoothly, then pulling it out, and circling the sensitive budding flesh. I could feel myself getting ever so closer to climax, the same ride, the same path I had earlier that night. I spoke into my own personal darkness, "Do I get permission to come sir?" I opened my legs wider, giving unobstructed vision of where Iwanted his cock."Or do I have to do all the hard work?" "Stop." he said hoarsely, and I could hear his footsteps moving closer. The vibe tip was buried in the small bud of my clit, stroking slowly, I didn't want to stop. But he didn't give me that option. I felt his hand roughly cover my own, over the vibe, pushing it hard against me briefly, then placing it on a table next to me. "I told you to stop Jane. But you didn't listen to my instruction." He took my blindfold off, leaving me blinking in the dim light of the room. I could see what I hadn't before, that he'd prepared a table ready of various different things. Moving to block my view, I was eye level with his lower torso and a beautiful view of his hard thickened arousal. He raised my chin, looking deep into my eyes. "I guess this means I'll have to punish you for my instruction to sink in." He pulled out a set of arm and wrists restraints and smiling, proceeded to stand me up and bend me over the chair cuffing my body to the arms and the legs, rendering me helpless, and then moving forward to rest his cock between the natural wedge my thighs created. He rubbed himself against me, nudging my wet arousal, making me gasp and move back against him. "Oh Jane, you feel so good. So wet." He moved away then, stroking my arse, moving his hand over, caressing my skin. He walked round the chair, smiling, taking the sight of me in, the open thighs and wet core just waiting to be plunged into. He leaned down, to whisper in my ear. "But not wet enough." I heard footsteps moving behind me, slowly so as to keep me in suspense. I didn't need it. I was one touch away from begging him to fuck me hard, but I knew in his current state that he'd only make me wait just to teach me who was running the show. All of this was at his timeframe, his needs and his wants and that included taking his time with my pleasure. Beautiful denial, the artful way he go me so horny just for him. I loved it. I heard him moving back towards me, and felt his presence behind me. "You look amazing." came his husky voice as I felt his fingers moving on my clit, playing and teasing, light touches that were enough to make me want more. He kept playing with my clit as I felt him slide something large and hard into my wet core, stretching me, and the combination of his fingers and the stretching push nearly pushed me over the edge...then he moved his hands away. The dildo was tight inside me, with what felt like a small protrusion nestled against my clit. "I wanted to explore every inch of you tonight." His hands slowly moved upward, still coated with my arousal, and started tracing my tight bud. He moved away from me back towards the table again, grabbed something and came back. I was hearing this all, not knowing what he was going to do, and the butterflies came back in droves. His hand came smoothing up my arse again, spreading my cheeks and I felt a cold wetness massaging around the tight hole. A pressure built as I felt something slowly invading my virgin anus. Having never experienced anal play I was apprehensive about pain but as it slowly invaded me I moaned, as my muscles tightened and held it in place. The stretching feeling was a mix of pain and pleasure that was an erotic surprise I didn't expect. I was so close to orgasm, and the anal plug did nothing to dispel my need. I could feel the phallus in me and the bead of wet arousal that had progressed down my thigh. "You want to know the best thing about it?" I heard him say behind me, as I struggled to concentrate over this overwhelming feeling of being filled. It was then that he came round to show me what was in his hand; a remote. "If you please me..." he said as he reached for the large cock that was proud, erect and straining from his leathers "I please you." He gripped his cock in his hand and worked it up and down with his palm. He moved forwards, his pelvic cradle framing my face as I licked up the length of the spectacularly hard cock in front of me. My mouth poised on around the tip, knowing he could feel the warm breath surrounding it. He backed up suddenly then with a frown. "Did I say you could tease me?" Moving to the side, he came around my rear and spanked me, hard. I moaned, as I felt both my holes twinge as the movement wiggled the hard lengths within me. "I said, did I tell you could tease me?" I sank forward on the chair, frustrated and needy. "No." He reached around me and tugged the chain still dangling from my nipples. I bit back a cry. "No what?" Oh god, I've never been so horny before. "No...Master." "Right" he said, making his way back, his cock weeping slowly at the tip. He was really getting into this having me like this. "Please me. Suck me. And do it good and I might consider giving you pleasure, my lover." His cock was in front of me again and I didn't hesitate. Obeying my master, I greedily took as much of it as I could into my mouth, using my tongue to twist around the shaft and the tip. With the vibrating dildo in my core came to life, in a pulsing rhythm that had me moaning around the shaft in my mouth. "God, I love the sound of you getting off around my cock... Does it turn you on to know you are filled in every hole and I'm in control of all of them?" His words made me moan again, against the hard length within my mouth. I concentrated on licking and sucking him, drawing his cock as deep into my mouth as I could without gagging. He was making small movements with his hips, slowly fucking my mouth, and the vibrations carried on trying to push me closer to orgasm, the one that I desperately wanted which left me making moans and whimpers around him. But he had ordered me to please him, so please him I would, regardless of what my body was crying out for. His voice was hoarse, full of lust as pulled his wet cock out from between my lips "You know, I wanted to carry on like this with you coming on 3 cocks as I really wanted to hear feel you orgasm around me..." I gave his cock a lick before he moved away, "...and don't tempt me" before he settled in behind me and I felt his breath against my clit and the head of the dildo "...but I really want to feel you wrapping my cock." I heard the ripping of foil as he rolled a condom on, and I felt the vibrator being switched off then pulled out leaving only the plug behind. "Beg me." I felt empty in the space the vibrator had left behind, and I wanted something hard and thick to fill it. I wanted him so badly my body was trembling, the chain linking my nipples jingling. I was making thrusting movements backwards towards he was standing, and I must have looked like a bitch in heat. I swallowed what was left of my pride. "Please master. Fuck me. Use me. I need your cock so badly right now." Surprise Ch. 02 He stroked my hair, down my neck, moving around to pull gently on the chain. Every pull sent a shock to my clit, like a reward for being so wanton. "Good girl." and he entered me on a slow thrust, grabbing hold of my hips, to stop me from rocking back on him. "Oh god!" I cried out. With the plug in, I could feel every inch, every bump of him as he slowly invaded my core. His breathing got heavy as he filled me up fully inside, and I moaned when the base of his cock hit my anal plug. With that he began to thrust into me with earnest, withdrawing till he was almost out then pumping back in, hard, hitting the plug once more. "I want you to come on my cock, lover, I need to feel you come." This was not enough, I needed to feel him hard and deeper within me "I need..." I panted "I need more of you" He pushed back in and pulled out a fraction, those small aching movements making me cry out. "Yes...Please...I need to come...Fuck me....Make me come...Master!" His tempo began to push me closer and closer to orgasm but what finally sent me to the edge was him grabbing the vibrator and pushing it hard against my ridge of my clit. "Oh....My...God" I whimpered as he began to move harder and faster within me, escalating the level of my orgasm until I tumbled into an earth shattering climax. I was aware I was moaning and crying out but I didn't care, it was too intense to hold inside. He thrusted into me and I began to feel another rising. I could feel his cock swelling and hardening within me and I knew he was close "Come...hard in me." I panted "I want...I need to feel you come." He moaned deep and low in his throat and I felt his cock pulse and explode, and as we orgasmed hard together I heard him moaning my name, as he said he loved me. Panting, we both struggled to get our breath he pulled slowly out of me, along with pulling out the butt plug, then uncuffed me, gently removing the clamps and kissing my nipples. Leaning back against the chair again, I tried to make sense of what he had said. Love is a hard earned right with me, my normal hard shell was tough to crack. But I knew enough about the man in front of me to know that some things had to be said, and see how it goes. Nikos came back to see me looking thoughtfully at him. "What's up?" I looked down. "Did you mean it when you said you loved me...or was that just sex talk?" He came over and lifted up chin. "I fell in love with you from the first moment I met you. I only hope you felt the same" I thought for a minute, looked back up at him. "I love you too, and same here." He pulled me into his arms and whispered in my ear. "I thought you were only interested in the sex." I gave him a cheeky grin, "Well, that department is certainly...adequate." He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Only adequate? What would it take to get me an 'exemplary'?" I raised an eyebrow back at him, with a gleam in my eye. "I don't know. Surprise me." Surprise Ch. 02 Hey Guys, I liked the story I had created, so I'm going to keep it going. Leave suggestions if you like. Feedback is always helpful. The Illuminaughty ------------------------------------------------------------ Taylor's POV- One day after I left off I came in pretty late. I parked the car out in front of the house, leaving the Ferrari FF outside the house. I walked up the steps in through the door, and peeled off my clothes. Casey was sleeping in the bed, I told him that I would work late today. I curled up behind him, feeling his naked skin against mine as I spooned him, I reached a hand over the side of his belly, resting my arm on his side. I wished silently in my head for us to stay this way forever, the young couple madly in love. I wished for us to be the wildly attractive, incredibly smart couple that everyone was jealous of, I wished that we'd each be perfect, and never have to worry about anything. I wished I was the perfect woman for my husband, and he was the perfect man for me. I didn't notice the blue-moon lucky shooting star outside the window. In the morning, the changes didn't phase me. The granting of this wish had changed many things, including minds, entering and deleting thoughts. I didn't feel the immortality and eternal youth I'd been given. I wasn't weirded out when I looked in the mirror and saw the light-brown, long hair on the dark blue eyed, fair face, or the slightly smaller but more normal d-cup tits and the flat stomach, or the 5" around, slightly shorter 10" morning wood reflected back at me. Nor was I phased by the huge biceps, which contrasted the only female-esque parts of the flat, rather than six-packed stomach and the generous bust on my chest. I wasn't surprised when, as I was finishing my shave, Casey came in, with his hair brushed forward, off the front of his forehead and drawn back to the side, rather than his old cut, looking completely different. His eyes were deep brown, as was his hair, and his body was different. He seemed noticeably chunkier, with bigger muscles on his arms covered in layers of blubber. His wide arms were complimented by his DD bust, which went well with the equally sized belly and the fatter legs and bigger butt. His clit was still tight, and the skin around his privates was not blubbery but taut. His pale skin was contrasted on his face by orange-hued freckles, scattered around darker brown ones. The new gorgeousness didn't phase me, and neither did his reminder as he stood, naked, brushing his clean white teeth, "Morning, babe." He spat out the saliva-toothpaste mixture and gargled. "Just a week until the due date, then this baby is coming out. Ready for this?" He said, with a kiss on the cheek. Not three, not two, but one baby. And a week, rather than two months. "Yeah, honey. I can't wait until he's born, we'll have so much to show him, so much for us to teach him..." I knew the sex of the baby. Before I hadn't. He said to me, "Remember we leave the airport in your jet at noon..." He said, finishing up his bathroom routines. I forgot that, saying, "We're going somewhere?" I said. Casey laughed. "Yes, silly... We're going to Hawaii this afternoon. You know, the island off the coast of Florida..." The planet Downey was much like earth, except several times larger, with more land. Otherwise, it was almost exactly like earth, only three times as large. Hawaii was like it was on earth, just that Oahu was half the size of earth's Madagascar and the islands were off the coast of Florida. Great Britain was just off the coast of Florida. It all seemed normal. Casey finished shaving and brushing his teeth, putting everything away. I insisted on taking over, finishing the cleaning work myself. We walked out of the bathroom together, into the bedroom. We got out the suitcase, looking through all of our stuff to pack for Hawaii. Casey packed several dresses, mostly spaghetti-strapped elastic ones, and stopped halfway down his thighs. They could be worn so they were shorter. He packed a few shirts and short shorts, the shirts were similarly elastic and strapped to the dresses, and the short shorts didn't go below the line where his ass folded into his thighs when he jutted his pelvis out. Sexy underwear and suggestive bras, plus heels and flats and flip flops. More than six bikinis. I packed two dresses like Casey's, plus two blue sequin dresses that had no sleeves, hugged my figure tightly, and cut off halfway down my thighs. In went shirts with no sleeves, huge arm holes and very low cut. The shoulder pieces connected to the body of the shirt at my nipples. Lots of short shorts. Flip flops. Briefs. Various colored bras, and a few bikinis as well as boy swim trunks, so as to hide my girth, albeit badly. We arrived at the airport around noon. Men stared, their husbands and wives either joined in or slapped them. Casey wore one of his elastic dresses, this one green and covering his pink thong only when he stood up straight. I wore a white graphic tee and a very short denim skirt. My naked shoulders complimented my naked tits, and from the side you can see the whole thing, practically. The perky nipples poked the shirt. Stares kept coming, until we finally got out of the public terminal to get to our jet. It was small, but afforded luxuries other planes could not. A bed, a shower, and eight luxury seats. There were no flight attendants, but the pilot was sufficient, flight attendants were unnecessary. I sat Casey down on the first row aisle seat. There were two aisles, between them were two rows of two seats each, and four window seats. I sat Casey in the middle seats, sitting next to him. I told the pilot to take off. We were moving off of the strip in ten minutes. Casey's POV I cheered as we took off. Taylor turned to me, and we smiled at each other. She kissed me, passionately entering her tongue into my mouth. We played tongue hockey until the the pilot announced that it's good to get up and stretch, just, and he said it with a slight tinge of humor in his voice, don't go to get some air. I got up, moving to go take a shower. I stepped in to the bathroom, peeling off the dress. I opened the door silently and turned the water on as I withdrew to remove my panties and bra. The bathtub was big, enough for five people to lie down next to each other in. With some breathing room. I pulled off my bra and panties and got in to the shower. My hair got wet, followed by the hairless shoulders and chest. My belly had lost its hair when I got pregnant, and my arms had a faint hint of blonde hair on them. My legs got wet last, and the water ran slowly down the hairless limbs. I started shaving them when I wore dresses, which was now a daily game. I ran the shampoo through my hair, then washed it out with the water. I got used to the soft meandering of the plane, rubbing my body with soap. As it washed off, I gripped my boobs tightly, kneading the fat with my hands. I tweaked the nipples, lactating a little. The pure white drops rolled down my breasts, then my belly. I stepped out of the wide stream of the shower and in to the warm air, the mother's milk dripping down my belly. It gathered between my legs, a soft stream of milk down my thighs. I gripped my chubby thighs with my big hands as I sat on the floor of the shower, where a puddle had gathered. My legs spread, I moved to moisten my asshole, only to discover it was already soaked from a combination of my juices, my milk, and the water from the shower. I flipped over, on my belly and reaching a fat arm over my back, massaging my asshole. A finger went in, followed by another. I started pumping them in and out, moaning. As the third finger went in and out, the moaning got louder. The water was still running. I heard Taylor come in to the bathroom and undress, which was a miracle because my moans and the shower were so loud. I ignored her as she washed her hair and rubbed her body in soap, beginning to pleasure herself. I added the fourth finger, now tearing up a little. My pussy was in ecstasy, enjoying the friction. I pushed in the fifth finger, and got up to a kneel as I fisted myself. I moaned loudly, feeling myself get closer to climaxing. Taylor interjected, pulling my hand out and replacing it with her own. She fisted hard, pushing in to me. I moaned loudly, then climaxed with an intense verve. My asshole and cunt tensed, tightening. The orgasm was intensified enormously when my cunt pushed out the 8 inch, 5 inch circumference cock hidden inside my vagina. Taylor was surprised when I got her hand out and aggressively made out with her. I pushed her in to the wall, grabbing between her legs and finding her pussy. She jutted her ass out as I held her hips. Taylor moaned loudly as I pushed the monstrously fat cock into her tiny hole. She practically screamed as I pushed it into her cunt. I was in ecstasy, thrusting in and out of the tight hole as my own strained with the size of its male counterpart stretching its walls. I felt myself climaxing in my pussy and my cock at the same time, but the constriction of my pussy held the cum back in my shaft. I continued to ruthlessly fuck her cunt. I finally got my sex organs to cum out of sync, and the spurts were powerful and quick, between the orgasmic pulses of my pussy. Her cunt filled quickly and started to leak my cum. I hadn't cum from my cock in a long time, and my sperm was cooped up. Sperm soaked her insides and spurted out. Taylor came, spurting my juice out of her pussy. "Welcome to the mile-high club," she says. I kiss her.