1 comments/ 22791 views/ 3 favorites Wild Thing By: Grumpy_Bear I looked back and noticed that the two German couples were getting further behind. I looked ahead and saw Erica's lithe, tanned legs disappear in the tall grass. Damn, I thought and stopped – waiting for the Germans to catch up. I should have realized before we left camp that they were probably not fit enough for such an exerting hike. It was too late now, and as their guide, I couldn't really leave them on their own. This was a game park and there were predators and other dangerous animals around. I stood leaning on my rifle, taking the weight of the backpack off my shoulders. I watched as the elderly group emerged from the bush. The first couple consisted of a husband; tall, overweight with white crew-cut hair; the wife short and sturdy; both dressed in khaki shorts and 'I was there' T shirts – complete with Big 5 motif - several sizes too small. Even the uninitiated would have pegged them for 'Auslanders', as they wore sandals with sport socks. The other man was shorter and wider; bald with a brilliantined comb-over and broken veins across his nose and puffy cheeks. His wife looked like an over-the-hill beer waitress – all blonde plaits and abundant soft bosom. The man wore a garish Hawaiian shirt that hurt my eyes, over baggy chinos, while the wife's khaki shorts were too tight across the rump and the aforementioned cleavage was barely contained within the neckline of the low-cut halter. At least they both wore sensible hiking boots. "We'll need to hurry up if we are to reach the overnight camp before sunset. I actually want to reach it well before then, so that you can all have time to look at the game down by the waterhole." I said, hoping to coax some speed from them. "Is hot. Ve rest for a few minutes, yah? The offensive shirt guy gasped as they reached the spot where I stood in the shade of a Marula tree. "Okay, but just five minutes then we have to get going, okay?" I peered intently into the four red, sweaty faces until they all nodded their understanding. I lifted my backpack from my shoulders and felt the cool breeze across my sweat stained back. I sat down against the trunk of the tree, my strong, tanned legs straight in front of me. I looked up as I heard a rustling sound just where the path disappeared between the foliage. Erica came into view. She was a knockout. She was tall, with long shapely, tanned legs that started at the crotch of her tight denim cut-offs and ended in her well-worn Merrills. Her short-sleeved khaki shirt was knotted around her midriff, leaving her flat stomach enticingly bare and smooth. The pocket flaps of the shirt accentuated her ample, firm breasts, while her long hair, the colour of wild honey, hung to her shoulders. There was a cocky lilt to her chin and a playful smile along the bow of her full lips. Her green eyes looked as if they held an amusing secret. "You should have told me you're stopping," she said as she stopped next to me. I looked up at her and from my seated position, her legs looked even longer – drawing my gaze up to the junction of her thighs and I couldn't help wonder what was hidden under the scant denim material. I looked up into her eyes and saw a knowing look there. I'd been caught out. She didn't seem embarrassed, but actually imperceptible moved her legs wider apart. Her smile also grew wider. "Uhm, sorry. I didn't think they'd want to rest, that's why I didn't call you back," I mumbled after I cleared the lump in my throat. I was, however, very much aware of the much bigger lump in the front of my shorts. "That's okay. I'll just join you," she answered and shrugged out of the shoulder straps of her backpack. "We'll only rest for five minutes. I want to reach the campsite before dark, so you guys can see some game before sunset," I explained. "That'll be great. I hope I can get some good pictures." Erica was an aspiring wildlife photographer and she had been hanging around the base camp for some days waiting for a large enough group to gather so that we could hike out to the remote overnight camps. That was also the main reason I had relented when the Germans arrived. "Oh, I'm sure you will. There's always a wide variety of game at that particular waterhole," I answered in my best Great White Hunter impersonation. "Good," she said, as her frank gaze traveled the length of my body. Hell, this woman made me feel like a schoolboy again and I could feel the pulse throbbing in my throat. There was also an almost painful tightness in my groin. "Well, if we're to get there before dark, we need to get going," I said and climbed to my feet. I held out my hand and pulled her upright. She stumbled against me and I felt her soft breasts press against my pecs. She placed her hand on my shoulder and said: "sorry," in a husky voice. As she turned from me, her hip scraped along the knob in my pants. She glanced coquettishly over her should at me, before bending down to retrieve her backpack. Wild Thing My name is Kia and I am a free spirit. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. As a military brat, I was constantly shuffled from base to base, along with our family and I missed a lot of school. So I ended up being only a junior in high school at nineteen, when our family finally landed more or less permanently in Encinitas, California. I had never lasted long at the private girl's schools to which I was often sent. Usually I was kicked out of these schools after a few days, as soon as the dull people in charge saw how uninhibited and bad an influence I was. I was totally wild, always getting in fights, smoking anything, boozing, flashing naked body parts, and corrupting the other kids with visions of unlimited fun. You name it, I did it, and loved it all, with no regrets and no fear. Being totally unhinged and staying that way has its benefits. It sure kept the other kids in awe of me and easy to corrupt. My older brother by two years, Raymond, was long gone. He couldn't tolerate our father's strictness, nor the beatings, one day past eighteen. He was given the choice by our dad on his eighteenth birthday of entering the military, getting a job or leaving home, so he chose the latter and I haven't seen him since. He does keep in touch with our mom from time to time, so I guess I could contact him if I wanted. Mom never says much about Raymond, except that he had a few brushes with the law and was also pretty wild, though she added, "He is not as wild as you are." Even though he was my role model when I was younger and we were close, I don't know much about what he is like now. I am too much into my present life to bother looking him up. The only good thing I can say about my dad is that he never beat me or my mom. He beat Raymond a lot and I knew Raymond hated him for that, but he was just strict with me. I didn't hate my dad, but I sure was afraid of him, even though his virility turned me on. He just made everything so dry and strict, that there was no fun in anything, except disobeying him. And that was scary as hell. This strictness probably has a lot to do with why I became so wild, I had to squeeze out some fun and I did, to my fathers' never ending chagrin. At home I was a good girl, but as soon as I left the house I dropped any cares and inhibitions and just went wild. My mom seemed to know a lot about my wildness, but mostly kept it from dad. I ran away from home a few times, but always ended up coming back to the convenience of the shelter, food and money. My parents made me get part time jobs after school and during the summer, but I always got fired pretty quickly. I was too lazy and crazy to work, but couldn't have much fun without money. So, to make it all work, I made a truce with my parents and acted somewhat normal around them. My mom was kind enough to give me some cash to get by with when I wasn't working. She never gave me a hard time and was understanding of me. I have to admit that she was the only stable thing in my life. She kept me alive and well. I loved to use my hot little body to drive the guys crazy with sex desire. I could get just about anyone to do anything for me with minimal effort. Ok, I never flashed my Dad, I toned it way down for him. Even though I thought he was kinda hot, and I thought I would like to fuck him, I valued my life more than taking that chance. I didn't dare. He was the only man I was really afraid of, besides my uncle. I was well behaved when they were around. But their tough strictness and strong character excited me. The thrill and danger of getting in trouble with either was a really big turn on for me. Anyway, shortly after my brother left home, I more or less went off the deep end and got totally freaky. I was 'off the hook,' nothing or nobody could slow me down. In any case I had figured out early on, that if I acted really, really crazy, way beyond anyone else, then everyone, especially older people (except for my dad and uncle), were scared to deal with me and would leave me pretty much alone. It was a great way to keep aloof. It seemed to work quite well, so I was always referred to as 'that really crazy bitch,' or 'the crazy girl with the nice pussy.' Everyone had seen my snatch because I never wore panties and really got off by exposing my pussy. All this made me lots of fun to be with for my few select friends and I made sure they did have lots of fun. Moving had made that hard, since I had to start all over again, so often. But now we were supposedly not going to move again, so I was really into clearly establishing my reputation the way I wanted it. My standing as 'totally off the hook' was solidly established midway thru the first term into my new school. That happened when I turned around an F in history into an A, by fucking Mr. Munson during afternoon study period. The grade was important for my parents but I didn't care otherwise. The most outrageous thing was that Mr. Munson thought nobody knew what we were doing, but I made sure that everyone in the study hall heard us panting up a storm, so there would be no doubt in anyone's mind what happened. Mr. Munson wasn't too bad a fuck, even though he was kind of fat. He had a really big dick, so I got off pretty good and knew I had been totally fucked, by the time I finished with him. But what totally turned me on and no doubt caused me to have such a great orgasm, was the fact that I knew that about fifty kids were listening to us fucking through the foggy windows and getting off on it themselves. That was so hot, I knew I had to do it again. I never wore any underwear, so my 36C breasts were always in everyone's face, my perky nipples poking right thru the thin shirts I always wore. As if my hot boobies, which somehow were always falling out of my top, weren't sexy enough, my very short skirts made it really easy to flash my bare pussy whenever I wanted to totally bewilder a male. I probably showed off my shaved little snatch a lot more than I realized, since I didn't really care who saw it accidentally and wasn't careful at all how I sat. My succulent pussy was the most powerful weapon I had and no male could keep their wits about themselves when they saw such a beautiful tight little cunt staring at them, as I spread my legs in their face and appeared to not notice what I was doing. They all went totally nuts and just melted in a pool of sexual desire, whenever I showed them my jewels. It was so much fun to watch them squirm and pant with lust. This made me so fucking hot, to show my pussy to guys like this, that I did it a lot. It just turned me on something fierce. I flashed certain particular teachers a lot too. I just loved watching their lusty faces drooling over my hot cunt. Mr. Lockery always had a hardon during my classes with him and had to sit down a lot. I got so worked up when they were seeing my naked pussy, that most of the time I could cum really hard just by pinching my nipples a little. It makes me so damn horny just writing about this, that I am rubbing my pussy right now, ready to cum like gang busters. God, I love sex. Damn, I can't stand it. I just have to cum all the time. Fuck me! But I really got the shit when Mrs. Humphrey saw my full beaver and reported me to the principal. I should have known she was a total twit. It just kind of happened by accident, I was so turned on I couldn't help myself. The principal wanted to expel me and sent me home with a note, but my mom said she believed my story about crapping in my undies and having to take them off, so she let me off without any punishment. I should mention again here that my mom was really my best friend and ally all along. She seemed to understand me better than anyone else and was always there for me, when I was really in big trouble with Dad or something else. I think she was a lot wiser to my ways than she let on and I always wondered how wild she was in her youth. Much later she told me a lot of her secrets and I was amazed to find out she had been worse (if you can believe that) than I am. So, it's no wonder she is my silent ally. She did the wash too, so must have known that I never had any dirty underwear to wash. I didn't think of this until much later on. But before all this, I had another role model after my brother left and that was the hooker Maya from the movie 'Hot Blooded.' She was insanely wild and I loved her free spirit. She was way over the top, but I figured I could be like her, and not get caught like she did. I loved her line when told by the young innocent guy she had corrupted, "Maybe you are a little crazy." Her emphatic response was, "No, I am not a little crazy, I am a lot crazy," and she was. We were both totally outrageous, beyond any sane limit. I learned a lot from her about teasing men and driving them wild. And I did drive men wild, even though as yet I hadn't actually gone very far with any of them. I was a huge tease, a real ball buster. I also thought that I would like to get into bondage and other kinky stuff, but that would have to wait for later. I knew that I had one of the nicest pussies going. I always checked out the other girls in the locker room and showers and was amazed to see the differences between their pussies. I liked to check out their sexy twats, and didn't think it was weird either. Most of them didn't shave totally and when you looked closely, none of their pussies were even close to being as perfect as mine. Seriously, my pussy really was beautiful. First off, I have a smaller pussy with wider and fuller lips, which always get really swollen and flushed when I am excited. I keep my pussy mound cleanly shaved all the time, so it is easy to see that my pussy lips are very well shaped, clean and desirable. Some girls have lips which are discolored and flappy, which I think is not as nice. I mean, look at it this way. When you sit down to eat, how the table is set and how the food is prepared and arranged, and how it looks, all this has a lot to do with your appetite. So if your pussy is pretty, pink and succulent looking like mine, who wouldn't want to eat it? I know I wouldn't hesitate. But I haven't done that yet either, but I am waiting for the chance. I guess I would have to practice some yoga first so I could reach my pussy with my own lips. The feedback I get about my pussy is always positive and anyone who has said anything to me (mostly guys), has said that I have the most beautiful cunt they have ever seen. That really turns me on when a guy tells me I have a nice cunt and I hear it a lot from all sorts of people, since I am always showing my pussy off. Fuck! I just love my pussy and am always diddling it, trying to get off as much as I can. However, when the guys tell me this, and then follow it up with gross immature requests for sex, without any finesse, I get turned off by that. I also find that a lot of females like seeing my bare pussy. It really turns them on, even though most of them can't admit it to themselves. They are totally shocked to see my hot, succulent pussy, so naked and right in their face that they can't help staring at me. Sometimes, I ask them when I catch them staring at it, "So, do you like my cunt?" When I speak to them with blunt words like this, they get so embarrassed that they can't deal with it at all. Flashing on my dripping cunt, their brains go into total lockdown. I love the power I have over them and use it to my advantage all the time. They are so predictable. Of course, this all adds to the urban legends about my inane eccentricities and I go out of my way to shock most everyone as much as I can. Nobody can figure me out. They think, 'How could anyone do this? Who would show their most private parts like this? She must be totally insane.' Yes!! Maybe I am, but it is a very calculated insanity, that I always work to my advantage. It keeps me sizzling with sexual vibes and everyone knows I am totally hot. I am hot to look at, I am hot to trot (well almost) and I am always turned on and hot to the touch. I have a lot of guys just following my around, drooling to get into my pants. But they never do, except for the few that I let when I want to get myself off. But letting them get in my pants came later, after the next events. For the longest time I never fucked anybody. That was the only thing I held back on, I had a dreamy idea of saving my cherry for someone special, but it never happened that way. What happened was a real low point in my life. The two times that my flashing backfired were really heavy for me and I should have known better. But I am always so out of control, that I never quit until it is too late. My uncle was always nice to me and I thought he was the perfect man to take my virginity. His strength and virility almost made me cum when he spoke to me. I was dying to get into sex in a big way, wanting to get fucked and lose my cherry really badly. But I had no real experience with that, even though I gave a lot of BJ's and HJ's and flashed my pussy a lot. So I wanted to do it with someone I liked and trusted the first few times. I had seen how fucked up some of my friends were after bad first time sexual experiences and to do this right was one of my saner desires, few though they were. My uncle was really hot in my opinion, so I flirted with him for a few weeks, working up the courage to try and seduce him. I was awed by his sexuality and kept hoping he would fuck me. When I flashed my supposedly irresistible pussy one day, he became enraged and beat the crap out of me. Only years later did I appreciate that he actually did the right thing. He was just trying to cure me of my nasty habits. At the time I was very disappointed that I didn't get to fuck him. He told me in his anger, "You deserve to be raped. You are such a tease. You can't show your bare sex like that to a man and expect to get away with it. You deserve to be fucked up good." He just wanted to teach me a lesson but wouldn't touch me sexually. After that I was always much more afraid of him and didn't talk to him except when I had to. Fortunately he didn't tell my dad, or I might not have lived thru that. I think he knew that, so he kept quiet. Unfortunately, I still didn't learn my lesson from my uncle the easy way. I went on flashing my pussy more and more, even to strangers, until one day I was slam dunked by an older man. He pulled me into his car and basically raped me. I wasn't ready for that and was totally pissed that some old jerk-off took my cherry. I wanted to give it to someone special, but I guess it just wasn't my karma. It hurt like hell, when he forced his big slimy cock into my tight little virgin cunt. I was no longer a virgin but I fucked him up good for what he did to me. I fought so hard and screamed so loud, that he couldn't enjoy fucking me at all. He definitely didn't cum. His dick pulled out of my pussy as I squirmed around and he slapped me silly. Finally, I kneed him hard in the balls and he was totally finished when I kneed him really hard twice more. Then I escaped, leaving him groaning and puking in his car. I wrote down his license number, so I could get even later, but I never did. After that I was enraged with all males and wanted to make them all pay for my pain. I really took advantage of men and would always leave them with just a little taste of my cunt, crazy for more. But I wouldn't give it to them again. I was on a role to torment them and I really drove them wild. I hated all men. The men in my life had fucked me over and I wanted to fuck them all up good. I did my best. This was my payback for men in general. I was a total bitch from hell and I reveled in being a demoness with no mercy. I was a siren beckoning them to their doom. Only my overpowering desire to gratify my own strong sexual urge forced me to compromise sometimes. I often needed to get royally fucked, for the pure joy of getting off, so I used men for that on my own terms not theirs. But I was ruthless and abused these men no end, leaving a lot of heartbroken guys in the dust. I was such a fantastic fuck that they were totally crazy for me, but I didn't care for any of them at all. I made these guys do all sorts of things before I would put out for them. But I just fucked them until I got off, laughed when they begged for more, and moved on. I was callous and didn't give a fuck for anything, much less their feelings. I knew I was totally fucked up but I didn't really care. My life had little purpose other than the few pleasures I got from fucking others and fucking over others. I was awed by the stories of the Amazon women and how they killed the men after making them have sex with them. I thought that was a great idea and wondered if these women really ever existed. I had been getting in continuous trouble with my parents, due to my increasing rebellious ways, but that's the price for living at home for free. However, things changed a lot shortly after I met Sophie, a girl who lives two houses down the street. She quickly attached herself to me and seemed to be in awe of my wild ways. No sooner did she find out how much I hated men and thus always abused them, than she said "Have you ever gotten off with another girl?" 'Fuck me! Now there was something I hadn't thought of yet,' so I immediately replied, "I never tried it, but I want to. What's it like." She just said, "It's fantastic. I love getting off with another girl. Do you want to fuck me and see if you like it. I do it all the time with my girl friends. Fucking A." So I said, "Sure. I'll try anything at least once. I am the horniest bitch you will ever meet. Show me what to do. I have never done anything yet with a girl. But I am sure ready to, Sophie. Lets do it." I moved real close to her, so we were touching and looked her right in the eyes with a sexy look that I knew would melt anyone. I was itching for some good loving and I knew she and I were going to really get it on. Damn right! I couldn't believe how incredibly hot I got right away when she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into her steamy body. Sophie kissed me passionately on the lips and rubbed my hot cunny right through my thin skirt, stroking me real hard. Not having any panties in the way meant I really felt everything her fingers did. Damn! It felt so fucking good. She sure knew how to stroke my pussy to get me going. I was soon ready for a major orgasm as she pressed her fingers deep into my squishy pussy and curled them into me. Sophie held me tight like a bowling ball as she jammed her fingers into my twat and lifted me up at the same time. It felt so damn good, but then she let go. Sophie kissed slowly down my body, sucking on my swollen breasts, trailing her lips across my belly, and navel and down my legs. I was going crazy with lust as she skipped the one place I needed her to lick me the most, my throbbing insanely hot pussy. She sucked on my toes, one by one, licking carefully between them, driving me even more crazy with desire. She sucked and licked her way up my legs so slowly it was the most exquisite torture. I was delirious, overwhelmed with sexual pleasure. Sophie sure knew what she was doing to me. Finally, she stuck her long tongue deep into my hot pussy and rotated it around, sending me through the roof. When she nibbled hard on my clitoris, I exploded in a fantastic orgasm. Sophie had captured me, I was hers to do with, as she liked, anything at all. She had purchased me. This was the best sex imaginable. I thought, 'Now I can satisfy myself without those bastard men. How wonderful.' Sophie and I soon became an item and couldn't get enough of each other. We both loved pussy and spent many hours devouring each other's slick vaginas. So here I was, a rug muncher, getting off without the hassle of dealing with lots of dumb guys and their infantile ways. Although I was living at home, I spent all my spare time with Sophie, either having sex or talking about it. This kept me mostly out of trouble, as far as my parents could see. They were happy about that, I guess. I still had school and Sophie, having been kicked out of many schools herself, was now between schools. So, this left the afternoons, evenings and weekends, which we used fully for our Sapphic orgies. Wild Thing Sophie was also nineteen, same as myself, but was supposed to be going back to a private finishing school soon, so we made the most of our time together while we could. Whenever we were together in private, we lost all track of time as we ravished each other's pussies and licked our way to endless heavenly orgasms. I really loved her sweet pussy and never tired of burying my head between her legs and sucking her musky juices for hours on end. The only apparent problem for me was that it looked like I was getting a reputation as a lesbo, because Sophie and I were always together and were obviously lovers. I didn't want to limit myself to that, as my reputation was at stake here. So I thought being known as a bisexual, crazy, fun person, was better than the single designation 'lesbian' and that was what I wanted. I had never cared before what people thought of me, but realized now that I did want my crazy reputation to be of a certain category. I guess that's crazy too. Maybe I am just a connoisseur of craziness, but I figured out how to totally blow everyone's mind and radically change their ideas about me. The next day I sat in the high school bleachers with my freshly shaved, swollen, pink pussy on full display, as the football team practiced right in front of me. I was leaning back with my legs spread wide open for all to see my true natural beauty. The whole team kept checking out my luscious pussy and adjusting their hard cocks in their pants, as they stumbled through their practice plays. Finally, after about twenty minutes, the hunky macho quarterback (hunky if you like guys, that is) walked over with a big hard-on and said, "What the hell do you think you're doing girl?" I told him without any fear, as I sat there, not moving, my succulent pussy staring him right in his face, barely three feet away, "I am waiting to see who has the balls to walk over here and lick my cunt. Do you want a blow job? I give great head." He looked at me like I was crazy for a minute, something I was used to and of course liked. I just smiled and made some motions with my wet lips, regarding sucking his dick deep into my throat, mouthing the words, "Gluk. Gluk." I think he knew I was serious and just said, "Sure." How could any guy resist such an offer? I didn't care. I just wanted everyone to see me do it to him. When I told him, "Pull it out so I can suck it," he looked at me like I was crazy. "Here? Everyone will see us." "It's that or nothing. Take it or leave it." "Shit. You sure are crazy girl." "Damn straight." He kept his back to the field and about thirty guys, as he pulled out his quite large and very hard dick. I slid down two bleacher seats and grabbed his great looking cock, stuffing it into my mouth. I sucked him off really good, my skirt up around my waist, and he came in about two minutes, filling my belly with his cum. The whole fucking football team and even the coach had stopped everything and just watched me give their star player head. They were too awestruck to do anything more than just stand there staring with their mouths open. That I gave them all hardons made me so fucking hot. I liked giving head in front of the whole team and thought I might like to do it again sometime. Too bad I hated guys so much. It was really exciting and I loved the attention. Well, this did it for me. I had confirmed the reputation I desired and it didn't take much to keep up the rep after that. Sophie was pissed with me for blowing that guy without talking to her first, but accepted my explanation that it was a cover to keep everyone off our case as lesbos. She had been dealing with that for a long time and knew how cruel young kids were. Sophie's parents had tons of money, so she always bought me lots of clothes whenever we went shopping together, which was often. Sophie and I had so much fun trying to shock and seduce the young innocent girls working in the clothing stores. We would strip naked and call the cutest girls in to ask questions and help fit the clothes, sometimes grabbing their tits playfully or putting their nervous hands on our wet pussies. Sometimes we double teamed them as we both grabbed their intimate areas at the same time and held them tight as we whispered sexy words into their ears. Panties were the most fun. I always asked the girls if they shaved their pussy and if they could see my pussy thru the panties, "Pull mine up for me. Does it pull into my pussy lips? Can you see my pussy? Pull it out. Oh this is so much fun. What panties do you have on? Can I see?" I loved to lift up the skirts of the shy young girls and embarrass them. The best part though, was to place my palm firmly on their wet mounds suddenly and holding them tightly, gently rub their soaked quims. Many times, they simply melted with sex desire, overcome by my touch. A few times Sophie and I were able to fuck the hell out of some of these beautiful young shy girls. I get so wet just remembering all these cute girls and their tight little pussies. We loved it all. Before I met Sophie I always stole everything from the mall and had never been caught, except by my Mom, who asked me how I got the clothes. I lied to her about having saved my money and she didn't ask again. I think she was afraid to find out more about me. Anyway I ended up with tons of sexy clothes and wore them so that I always looked my hottest. When Sophie went off to Miss Porters Junior College, I was left totally alone and very, very horny. After having such wonderful sex with Sophie nonstop for months, I was going crazy to be totally without it now. I was having withdrawal pains and was miserable, crazy horny. I couldn't figure out who or how to get off with. But fate took an interesting turn as my Mom told me that my big brother had called her asking about me. She had his phone number and asked me if I wanted to talk to him. She thought it might be good for us to meet after so long. Being alone for the first time in a long while, I immediately knew that he was what I needed to get my shit together. My brother had always been my good buddy when we were younger and now he was all grown up. I couldn't wait to get together with him. I knew I could talk to him about anything and I really needed that now, more than ever before, with Sophie gone and now being without any close friends. It was nice talking to Raymond on the phone and we agreed to meet the next night in a restaurant nearby. I was surprised to find out he lived only a couple of hours away and had a good job. I was really excited to be meeting up with my bro after so many years and we had a lot of catching up to do. When I first saw Raymond sitting and waiting for me I realized for the first time how handsome he was. He looked really good to me. He told me later that he was pretty shocked to see how hot I was also. "Wow, sis, you are looking totally hot. Great to see you." It was a little awkward in the beginning, but we soon found our common ground and hit it off really well after that. I felt like I could trust Raymond and I gradually started telling him everything about my crazy life. I mean, why not? I really needed a friend and he had always been that for me earlier. So I didn't hold anything back and just let it rip. When I told him how I loved to flash the guys my bare pussy, he really got me breathing hard and so fucking excited when he said, "Show me. I want to see your goodies sis. You can't deny me, your own bro, such a treat. I know your pussy must be real special. Come on sis!" Damn, that made me fucking hot. Fuck. My head was reeling. Holy shit, I felt like I was going to orgasm right then and there. Just thinking of showing my brother my dripping pussy had me ready to blow off. Smiling from ear to ear, I slid my chair back from the table, raising my left knee a little and spreading my legs, making my bare cunt mound, which was oozing with excitement, fully visible to my brother. I just kept myself fully spread as we continued talking. "God damn girl. That's the nicest pussy I have ever seen. It is downright beautiful. If we weren't in a restaurant I would eat you right here. Fucking A! Looks real good." Hearing him say this turned me on so much more, that again, I almost came on the spot. I had never been so hot for anything as I was at that moment, for him to do anything he wanted with me. Of course it also helped that I could see that Raymond's cock was hard and that it was very large, hanging as far down his pant leg as it was. "Raymond, thank you for the nice compliment. I will take a rain check on that." "No wonder you drive guys wild. You are something else. Tell me what else you have been doing. How's your sex life now?" I continued talking and told him about our uncle and about getting raped. I told him about Sophie and how I hated all guys. At that he was thoughtful and finally said, "I hope that doesn't include me. I would never treat you badly. I think you know that already." I said, "No, I always liked you. Look, I told you all my secrets, didn't I? That means I trust you. If you told mom and dad what I told you, they would throw me out and never speak to me again, that is if dad didn't beat me to death first." He surprised me when he said, "Mom knows a lot more about you than you think. She told me that you are really crazy. And get this, here's the kicker. She said you are just like she used to be when she was your age. So she understands you and I understand you also. You aren't crazy, you are just really wild. You are expressing yourself, your individuality and separating yourself from everyone else. Really, I can totally relate to that." I was really pleased that he actually understood me for what I was. At this point I knew we were going to be really close in the future. We talked for hours, until the restaurant closed and we finally had to leave. We were on such a positive swing that I didn't want to lose the momentum and go home to a bummer situation. I asked Raymond, "Can I stay with you tonight. I just can't handle the parents anymore. They are such a downer." "Sure. Hop in." As I sat in the middle of the seat, I admired Ray's physique and babbled continuously on about even more of the crazy stuff I had been doing, trying not to get too enamored with Raymond. But I was pretty turned on, if my babbling was any indication of how overwhelmed I was by him. As we pulled into his driveway he looked at me as if to say, "Shut up, you talk too much." I was nervous like a little girl on a first date as we walked up the stairs into his apartment. But I couldn't understand why I was so nervous. Only later did I reflect that, it was because I was totally awed and turned on by him. He was so strong and virile and confident like our father and uncle, yet he was understanding and gentle. I wondered if this was how my Mom saw my father. By now I was so turned on by my brother, that I knew I would let him do anything he wanted to me. I definitely wanted to fuck my hot brother and make gentle love with him for hours. But I couldn't understand my desires at the time. His smile told me that he saw how quiet I was and thought that was a good sign, that it showed I was affected by his strong presence. I guess it must have turned him on to see me like this. But he didn't show any visible emotion at all. When we walked into his apartment, I remembered all our innocent times together as we were growing up and suddenly felt very embarrassed that I had shamelessly shown my brother my naked pussy in the restaurant. For the first time in my life I was actually shy and felt like apologizing. What was happening to me? I was really getting affected by my brother. No guy had ever done this to me before, but I sure was awed by Raymond now. This was certainly a new experience for me. I really liked Raymond, but he was my brother. Was I getting confused, or what? It took a few stiff drinks for me to mellow out and become myself again. Finally we started laughing together and having a good time. He seemed to really chug down the drinks himself. I thought he was steeling himself for something big. Sure enough, he suddenly kicked my hormones into overdrive, when he just up and said, "Kia, I meant it when I said I wanted to eat your beautiful pussy. I would like nothing better in all the world, than to lick your aromatic juices and nibble your tender clitoris and send you into the next universe in an orgasmic frenzy. What do you say? For old times sake. Come on sis, pretty please? Let me at your snatch." I didn't think that it made much sense to say, 'for old times sake,' but I was too overwhelmed with my own thoughts of what I wanted to do with Raymond, to think clearly. I just meekly squeaked, "Ok, I would like that." Shit, was I falling in love with my brother? I was definitely in lust with him and definitely loved his big hard cock, which was stretched down the side of his leg bulging his pants magnificently. I don't know if he realized it or not, but I was total putty in his hands. My head was spinning and I was greatly aroused. I wanted him so badly that I was stunned and couldn't think at all clearly. I just sat there waiting for him to make a move. If I had known what a hustler he was and how experienced he was with the ladies, I would have been even a lot more excited. He was expert and had me totally under his spell, but didn't move at all for some time. This was part of his technique, to torment me and make me crazy with desire for him. Then Raymond said softly, "Sweet sis, lets see that incredible pussy of yours again. I long to lick your tender pussy lips and taste your sweet essence. Show me your tasty little cunt! How I long to devour you and bring you the greatest pleasures." I was simply and utterly incapable of doing or saying anything coherent when he said this. I was dazed as I melted into a pool of sexual desire, yet somehow managed to open my legs wide in an offering of my sexual vortex to my big brother. As I leaned back my dripping pussy was fully exposed to his gaze. I got the greatest rush of my life as I fully revealed the core of my sexual essence once again to my big brother. My body was actually shaking in anticipation of his tongue, I so much longed for his intimate touch there. Crazy horny I was. And if he didn't touch me soon I would be really crazy. Raymond just kept staring at my naked pussy for the longest time, smiling so sweetly. I could only imagine what he thought and was going to do to me. He took his sweet time, driving me wild with desire as I waited to be ravished by him. The suspense of waiting increased the intensity of the moment infinitely and I found myself shivering again with my sexual arousal. I knew it would be fantastic, but could hardly tolerate it. I shuddered and started to tremble even more in anticipation, as I had a small orgasm just thinking about him furiously licking my pussy. He certainly knew how to turn me on. The anticipation and uncertainty drove me wild. Finally he lowered his body slowly onto mine, clasping my burning cunt, joining us together intimately with his mouth. I arched my body and pushed my sizzling pussy mound into his lips and tongue strongly, my burning lust throbbing its appeal for gratification. He licked me so expertly, that I was soaring in ecstasy and lost track of everything, except the incredible pleasure pulsating throughout my body. My glowing pussy became the center of my whole existence, as it throbbed with unbridled pleasure and eagerly waited for more of my brother's skilled tongue. I soon found that my brother was most expert. And he surely didn't hold back his expertise from my throbbing clitoris, but worked it like a master craftsman. I don't know how many multiple orgasms I experienced, but I hadn't previously experienced this much wonderful pleasure from sex with a male. It was totally amazing and I vowed to dedicate a lot of time to my brother. I knew we would soon be fucking each other's brains out. If his going down on me was any indication, I knew he would be a great fuck also. I was ready for anything he wanted to do with me and looked forward to it. After I had many amazing orgasms by his skilled tongue, he surprised me again by expertly fucking me very gently. I had been ready for and expected a hard pounding from my brother, but found his gentleness an even greater turn on. I was to find that it was always a surprise with my brother, for sometimes he pounded the hell out of me and other times he was extremely gentle. He was an amazing lover, skillful and unpredictable, but always satisfying. Soon I was fast asleep, not waking up until late in the morning. As I slowly woke up, I felt fantastic and so satisfied from our lively sex sessions the night before. Kissing my way down Raymond's sleeping body I soon had his long cock deep in my throat, as I licked and sucked him with all the skill at my command. I knew Raymond was very different from all the men I had met in my life and would always be on my men's good list. Right now he was the only one on it. As I shuffled Raymond's spongy cock around in my throat with my tongue, waking him up, I thought of Sophie's equally succulent cunt and wondered which I liked better. I thought it was a difficult choice and one I wasn't going to make anytime soon. Maybe she would like a good hard cock deep inside her for a change. Now, that would make an interesting threesome. I knew I just had to try to arrange it. Part 2 Coming soon. Wild Thing Well, I used to write all the time, and have only recently got back into things. Let me tell ya, I've missed it, but I'm a bit rusty, so just bear with me. I also have edited this myself; please excuse my errors. Thanks for reading! "So Tex, how's your love life these days? Any good pussy?" Joe elbowed him roughly in the ribs. Tyson brushed the other young man off casually and made his way out of the tractor barn, where they had been working, to his truck. The farm where he was employed was busy this time of year. Well, it was busy all year long, but now was particularly full of task to be done. Right now cattle were high on the list, as well as the planning of field work. Spring was just around the corner. Nearly everyone Tyson worked with would always gave him shit about women. They were convinced that he never got laid just because he didn't crudely spill his guts when he saw any action. Truth be told, he didn't exactly receive a lot of feminine attention. He didn't go looking for it, and he liked it that way. Tyson wasn't interested in having sex with some floozy at the bar that had gotten with every guy that looked at her funny. But right now, there was someone that occupied his thoughts often. He knew just her first name- Dakota. It was unique, like her. Not the typical female, she was into trucks and didn't mind getting dirty, but at the same time oozed femininity. When she was around, he'd never seen so many guys try so hard to behave themselves at once. She had the longest brown hair that shined in the sunlight and eyes that matched. Dainty lashes surrounded those deep brown eyes and Tyson couldn't help but catch her eye when he saw her. The farm owner had a daughter (quite an unfortunate looking girl, really) named Violet. Dakota and the girl were friends and they would ride horses on the property together. Dakota would always smile and say 'hi' to Tyson if she saw him around. Tyson would catch himself thinking of her later after seeing her. Sometimes he'd get so distracted that the other guys would notice and give him hell for slacking off. But he couldn't help but think of the way her generous backside filled out her jeans or her small waist that he wanted to wrap his arms around. He didn't even want to start himself thinking of the plush swell of her chest. Instead, he would focus on her lips and that goofy smile she would make when she was joking around. How he wanted to kiss her and touch her hair. He wanted to take her to bed, too. There was no way he could deny that. Joe came out of the barn door and looked his way, making a rude gesture. Tyson chuckled and waited for the other man to climb into the passenger's seat. "Wanna go to Chrissy's Diner for lunch?" Joe buckled his seat belt and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, brushing away dirt that had gotten on the screen. "Sure," Tyson agreed, putting the truck in reverse. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A few weeks later, Tyson saw Dakota in the horse barn. She was by herself, in the tack room. "Need any help?" Tyson stepped into the room. She picked up a saddle in her arms and turned around to face him. "Oh hey, Tex. Thanks, but I've got it. I'm a lot stronger than I look," Dakota walked towards the door and stopped right in the frame before turning back around. "Hey, I have a question for you." Tyson decided he loved the braided ponytail her hair was tied in. A few wisps of short hair curled on their own at the back of her neck. "Sure," he brushed some imaginary dirt off of his jeans. Well, it wasn't as much imaginary as much as a little brush of the hand wouldn't make a difference. "What's your real name? Everyone here calls you 'Tex.' I know you're not from Texas. You don't have that awful accent." She leaned against the door frame casually, and he looked right at him, her gaze steady. Suddenly, he was nervous. The heat rolled down his face like trickling water and down his neck, settling in a knot in his stomach. He didn't know what to do with his hands. "Well, my name is actually Tyson," he said a bit quieter than he had intended. He put his hands in his pockets. Well, he jammed them into his pockets. His knuckle scraped against the folded knife in his pocket. It bit into his skin, but he ignored it. "Hmm, well I see why they call you 'Tex.'" Dakota adjusted the saddle in her arms and laughed a little before grinning. "I'm just givin' ya shit." With that, she turned back around and went left, walking further into the barn, towards the horses. Her boots left prints in the fine dust and a small cloud followed behind. Tyson sighed and let his body rest against the tack room door. He could still catch a faint hint of her perfume in the air. He'd remember that later, when he had some time to himself before he passed out in bed. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The next day, Tyson was working in the tractor barn again with a few other guys. No one spoke except for a swear here or there at a dropped tool or jammed finger. "Hey Bill. Did you see Dakota out here yesterday?" Tyson's ears pricked, but he kept working underneath the hunk-of-junk Blazer he was fixing. They used the vehicle in the spring and fall to help round up loose cattle, and the body of it was really beat to hell. "She was looking sexy aaaas usual." It was Joe speaking; he drew out the word 'as' for emphasis. "No I di'n't," Bill called out from a further-off spot. Tyson heard the metallic clink of a tool being used. "What was she wearin'?" "She had on tight ass jeans..." Tyson noticed that he was automatically excluded from this little chat. He wasn't surprised. "Of course." "...And this t-shirt that was so low I swear if she took a deep breath them nice tits she has would pop out." "Aw, shit, I wish I had been 'round to see that. The boss man had me busy all day hauling shit." Bill laughed. Tyson heard him shuffle closer on the concrete floor and drop a tool in the nearby box with a loud clatter. He began to rifle through another drawer. "The things I'd do to that girl!" "Fuck yeah," Joe replied. The nearby welder was turned on and all talk ceased after that, much to Tyson's relief. Tyson was happy that he didn't have to listen to the two men lust over Dakota anymore. It didn't really offend him, but he just didn't want to hear it. After all, he saw her more than a sexual conquest. A thought occurred to him then. He had no claim to her! She didn't know him but for a few words exchanged here and there. Tyson was the "nice" guy and he knew it. Why would a beautiful girl like her, whom could get anyone she wanted, go for a quiet, reserved guy like himself? He had to admit it, too, that even a guy like Joe had more of a chance than he. With blue eyes, light hair, and always quick with a joke, Tyson was sure that was more appealing than his dark hair, eyes, and scruffy face. Tyson sighed heartily, frowning, and refocused on his work. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sure enough, around two weeks after that conversation in the tractor barn, Joe and Tyson were at lunch and Dakota came up. "I saw 'Kota the other day, Tex." Joe said the name 'Tex' with a falsely thick accent, through a mouthful of burger. "Yeah?" Tyson said, trying to sound uninterested, and stayed focused on his own lunch in front of him. "Yea. She's quite the firecracker. You know what she said when I asked her if she had a boyfriend?" Joe didn't wait for an answer and just continued. "She said, 'Nope! I like being single that way I can do whoever I want!' Can you believe that?" Tyson wasn't sure what to say. He looked up at Joe and took another bite of his sandwich. "Ain't you gonna say anything?" The blonde man eyeballed him. "Like what?" Tyson said slowly, finding that he genuinely didn't care what Joe had to say. "Well shit, Tex, I didn't think ya'd mind hearin'. Don't ya think she's fuckin' sexy like everyone else?" "She's a pretty girl, sure," Tyson tried to remain his indifferent expression and tone of voice. If Joe or any of the other guys at work thought otherwise, he was sure he'd never hear the end of it. No, he was positive. "She ain't no innocent little girl. She told me she's twenty-one. I'm pretty sure she knows what she wants in a dude." Joe looked up from his food to Tyson. "I think I might just go for it. Wouldn't mind having something like her hanging around." "Good luck with her then," Tyson couldn't help but chuckle at this. "Next time I see her, I'll ask for her number." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ It was over a month before Tyson saw Dakota again. He saw her in the tractor barn right as she entered through the door. "What is she doing here?" he mumbled to himself quietly. Once again he was under the damned Blazer, and could only see her feet when she entered, but those little brown boots could only belong to one person. Those dusty but well-kept boots moved across the grimy, greasy concrete and stopped between the car Tyson was under and the tool box against the wall, near his head. "Tex? Are you under there?" Her voice was sweet and clear. His heart nearly stopped in his chest and his hands quit working on their own free will. "Uh, yeah," he finally managed to force himself to say. He peeked his head out from under the car and was face-to-face with Dakota. "What's up?" Tyson shifted his gaze elsewhere, trying to relax his pulse and not appear as nervous as a chihuahua locked in a pen with a great Dane. "Have you seen Joe around lately?" Dakota took a step back as Tyson forced his body to move and roll out from underneath the car. "Uh, no." He couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice. "Last time I saw him, he was working with the cattle." "Just wondering," she smiled warmly. "I just don't want to talk to him." Dakota laughed a little bit. It was music to Tyson's ears. "I get the feeling that he thinks he's hot shit. Please. Like I'm interested in that." Tyson stood and rubbed his dirty hands on his jeans. He found himself smiling. When he looked up, he found Dakota's eyes boring into his own. He didn't know what to do, so he just remained there, frozen. "Tex..." "Yeah?" He forced out with a rush of air. "Tyson." Dakota took a step closer. He realized for the first time how short she was compared to his own average five-foot-nine. He found this very appealing suddenly. And then it instantly occurred to him how close she was. The pattern of her irises was easy to make out from the short distance. They were dark with small flecks of honey-brown and rimmed in a shade of nearly black- the same color as her lashes. "...Tyson?" "What?" Tyson came back to reality, realizing he had just zoned out, staring at her face. "I'm sorry." She was smiling a thousand watt grin at this point. He knew his face was as red as a damn stop sign now. "What were you thinking about?" she asked, putting a hand in her back pocket. "I...um..." Tyson trailed off, not knowing what to say. "You're so cute," Dakota said simply, and reached out to fix his collar, which must have gotten mussed when he was under the Blazer working. Her fingers grazed his skin and seemed to leave burning trails there. Tyson couldn't believe what he had just heard. Dakota began to turn pink in the cheeks, but continued anyway. "I've been trying to say something to you for a while now. There's just something about you that I can't ignore. All you do when I see you is say 'hi' and smile and it... I always want you to say more." She let out some air as if she'd been holding it and just looked at him. Tyson was speechless. Dakota took another step closer and reached up again. He heard his hat hit the concrete floor. "I love your curly hair, Tyson." The use of his real name made the skin of his face tingle. Her face became ever so close to his and her eyes moved from his, down to his lips, and back again. The air felt electric as Tyson's eyes shut instinctually. Only a half-second later, he felt a pair of soft lips against his own. Tyson felt like he was melting. The kiss was soft and closed, and lasted only a second before she pulled away. His eyes opened and he began to protest, but he didn't even get a chance to make a sound before his lips were covered by hers again. This time, the kiss was wetter, more urgent, and his body responded. Tyson felt her hands on his chest then, and this seemed to light him on fire. He didn't care who saw or that kissing this girl was a crazy thing to do here and now. His fantasies of her came to life in an instant. His arms went around her waist, hands pressed to the small of her back and holding her body against his own. Tyson moved her petite frame against the nearby tool box and kisser her harder. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she sighed, allowing him access. His right hand moved to the back of her head, touching her hair. It was softer than he'd ever imagined it would be. They continued to kiss, but things were heating up- and fast. She nibbled gently on his bottom lip and his released a quiet moan before he could stop it. Dakota broke away abruptly and looked up at him incredulously. A smirk developed over her features and she looked to her right. The nearby tool box had a lower table-like area. She moved her body in front of it, pushing several wrenches and a filter still in its box onto the floor carelessly. Tyson watched one of the wrenches disappear under the Blazer, and when he looked back, Dakota was sitting on the tool box, legs spread, panting lightly. His brain nearly blew up. He moved towards her like a mosquito to a porch light, right between her legs. She was now just a bit lower than him and she pulled him close, sliding her hands under the back of Tyson's flannel button-up work shirt. His skin was hot and smooth as Dakota attached her lips again to his. She licked his lower lip and felt his hands on her body again. One held onto her hip, and the other moved up her waist. She removed her hands from his body and leaned backwards to allow herself a little room. Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, she pulled it up and over her head, depositing it behind her on the tool box. Tyson's eyes went right where Dakota was expecting. He held her body with one hand on her lower back. With the other, he touched the edges of her yellow satin-y feeling bra. He bent his head low, pressing his lips to the top of one breast and then the other, softly. Dakota sighed and ran a hand through Tyson's chestnut curls. Reaching behind her, he had her bra undone in no time at all, and she let it slide down her shoulders. He caught just a glimpse before his hands where holding her generous breasts in his hands and he was kissing her ferociously. He almost growled into her mouth when he felt her legs wrap around his waist and pull them impossibly close together. Dakota sighed into the kiss, which made Tyson incredibly turned on; he could feel himself press harder against the confines of his dirty jeans. He felt as if he'd die without her now, like she was the very air he breathed. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, a pair of hands moved over his belt buckle. "Mmmm," Tyson couldn't suppress the moan that moved up his throat on its own. He kissed her more urgently, and he simultaneously rolled one of Dakota's excited nipples between his thumb and index finger. She took a sharp breath, breaking away from the kiss and looking into his eyes lustfully. She licked her lips and undid the button of his pants before sliding down the zipper quickly. He moved his lips against the soft, smooth skin of her neck, anticipating what would happen next. "No underwear," Dakota murmured close to Tyson's ear- close enough to send a sharp tingle down his spine. He gasped when he felt her hand wrap around him. "I want you, Tyson." He grunted in protest when he hands were on his shoulders, pushing him away. She hopped off the tool box and turned around. Looking over her shoulder at him she purred, "Come here, big boy." Tyson couldn't help but smile. He walked up to her confidently and rested his hands on her hips as he ground his against her backside. He reached around Dakota's petite body and maneuvered his thick fingers to undo her tiny shorts. Tugging them down roughly, he exposed her round ass and a pale green pair of underwear. A thin lace strip ran between her luscious cheeks. The shorts, followed quickly by the thong, fell to the dirt-covered floor, around her ankles. Tyson swallowed audibly as the sight of her bare sex filled his vision. Dakota smiled and stuck her backside out a little further. "Touch me," Dakota almost whispered. Tyson's hands traveled between her soft thighs seemingly on their own accord. Tyson nearly fell over the edge right then and there when he felt a generous wetness on his fingers. He pushed his index digit inside her warmth and was awarded promptly with a soft moan from the beautiful girl in front of him. He flexed and moved his finger inside her and pressed his hardness, bare, against her plush rear. Dakota's breathing was coming faster; her soft moans were becoming more frequent and more passionate. "Dakota..." Tyson sighed into her ear as he added a second finger into her. "I want you so bad. I...I've wanted you for so long." He felt breathless and so aroused, he could hardly stand it. A moan fell from her lips and goose bumps erupted in an instant over her body. He kept moving his fingers and cupped one side of her chest with his other hand. "Fuck me," she said then, reaching back and grabbing his thick thigh. Tyson didn't waste any time. Removing his calloused fingers from her, he took hold of himself and pressed it to her opening. Tyson was already in ecstasy. "Oh fuck me," Dakota whimpered again, almost as if begging him to take her. He sighed shakily and licked his lips as he moved his free hand to her hip. Pushing forward slowly, he slipped into her. He let out a low noise from his throat when he was as deep inside her as he could possibly be. She was incredibly warm and wet around him; he kitted his eyebrows in concentration, holding himself back. "God damn," Tyson forced as Dakota began to rock her hips slowly, once she had become adjusted to his thickness inside her. She let out a strangled moan. He began to slide in and out of her slowly at first, but quickly picked up the pace. His lips found their way to the back of her neck, his hands to soft, smooth sides. Dakota made a pleasured noise with every thrust. Tyson was just in heaven. He knew he couldn't last long like this. He moved his hand gain, this time to one of her soft breast, giving it a less-than-gentle squeeze. But Dakota didn't seem to mind. In fact, the girl seemed to enjoy it. The breathy gasp she let out encouraged him to do it again, this time tweaking her nipple between his fingers again. "Just a little more, baby, I'm almost there, "she pushed out with her heavy breath. Tyson tingled at the pet name and moved a little faster, a little harder. He heard her breath catch and he involuntarily moaned near her ear. "Kiss me," Tyson whispered to her. Her head turned, long hair tickling his chest, and connected her lips to his. The kiss was wet and sloppy, but it didn't matter. Abruptly, the dark-haired girl pulled her mouth away. Her eyes slipped closed and her jaw dropped. Tyson felt his stomach tighten and he thought his heart would beat out of his chest. "Tyson..." Her hands gripped the edge of the tool box and his fingers upon her chest. Tyson felt a sudden contraction around his throbbing hardness, followed by a new rush of wetness. She squealed in pleasure, pressing hard against his body. Tyson dare not move- he was so close. Breathless, Dakota became a little shaky, but the bigger man held her tight. He couldn't help the rocking of his hips then. They moved on their own and he could only focus on how his hardness felt inside her and her hands on his forearms, clutching tightly to him. "Come on, baby. Tyson," Dakota said, sounding desperate. The pleasure was blinding. Tyson pulled back suddenly, causing the girl to gasp at the quick loss. As soon as he was out, his spilled himself all over her thick backside. He thought he would never finish, but as soon it stopped.