12 comments/ 17454 views/ 8 favorites Nov 4, 2008 By: HiddenDevil_ ***All characters are over 18*** The clock struck 8'o'clock. CNN was on, the lights were off, and the door of my room was closed. My boyfriend and I were snuggled on my bed, both our mouths open. Outside, the hall of my dormitory was empty, dead silent. The commercial break ended. "Shhhh!!!" We both hushed at each other, even though neither of us were talking. My hand slipped around Danny's arm, gripping it tightly. Wolf Blitzer appeared on the screen. "And CNN can now project…" We both held our breath. "…that Barack Obama, 47 years old, will become the president-elect of the United States…." "YESSS!!!!" We leapt off the bed together, flinging our hands in air, jumping and yelling as we celebrated. Through the walls of my room, I could hear the same exuberance in my dorm-mates, as eruptions of shouts and cheers rang through the halls. Danny wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground, hugging me tight. I'm a pretty short girl, about 5'1", and usually weight right around a hundred pounds, give or take a few. Danny, on the other hand, used to play basketball in high school, and is well over six feet tall. He shook me back and forth as I laughed, my long, caramel brown hair tousling back and forth in a mess. I closed my eyes and giggled as he twirled, feeling the room spin around us before he finally put me back down. "We did it," he said, grinning down at me. "We did it," I echoed back, slipping my hands around his neck and raising myself on my tip-toes to kiss him. I felt his arms encircle my waist once more as our lips locked, pulling me into his body. I'm a runner, and you can tell by my build. My legs are lean and trim but athletic. And I'm not an especially curvy girl – I've got a B-cup chest (sometimes a C-cup on a good day) and a firm, small butt – but the flip side is that I'm pretty slender. One of Danny's favorite things about my body is that he can wrap one arm around my entire waist. Our kiss lasted for several seconds. At last, we parted and I sank back down on my heels, looking into his eyes. "Now ANWR is safe," he said, smiling at me. "Yep. So is Roe v. Wade." I flopped back on the bed, my feet dangling off the edge, arranging my skirt. I was wearing a pretty typical outfit for me; a tight-fitting, spaghetti strap tank top, and a frilled skirt that stopped just above my knees. Danny had just come from the gym; he was wearing gym shorts and a plain white T-shirt that showed off his gorgeous arms. "Maybe we can even start moving towards pay equality," he said, crawling onto the bed next to me, sliding a hand across my bare calf. I shivered at the sensation, and didn't miss a flash of a mischievous grin slide across his face. "Stop," I said, scooting closer to him. "Now you're just being ridiculous." "No, really." His hand was a little higher now, resting on my kneecap, right at the edge of my skirt. "It's an all-Democrat government. Maybe there's even a chance of getting some of those gay marriage bans overturned." His hand was slowly sliding further up my leg, hovering just under my skirt's hem. He was waiting for a signal. I grinned up at him. "Danny," I teased. "You're being unrealistic. Your head's up in the clouds." "Yeah?" He leaned forward, so that his mouth was just inches from mine. "You don't like it when I dream big?" Then he kissed me, hard and passionate, but only for a second before he pulled away. It was one of his tricks; tease me with a lightning-quick but achingly good kiss, so good that it made me crane my neck and raise my chin for more. I caught myself halfway through the movement as I stared up at him, my amber eyes locked deep into his dark brown ones. "Nope," I replied, and I placed my hand on his, which was still on my leg, stroking my knee. Then, I gently but firmly slid it up my thigh, letting him caress the slender skin of my leg, my skirt riding up as our hands moved in tandem. "…I love it." "Mmmm…well in that case, I'm dreaming of a timetable for leaving Iraq." His hand was stroking my thigh, inching even further up my leg, toward my hips, building my anticipation with every second. His mouth was on my neck, peppering it with kisses, sending shivers down my spine, so strong they made me want to squeal out loud. Instead, I craned my head to the side, letting my hair spill my shoulder, and slowly snuck a hand across his legs and onto his crotch. His hips jolted involuntarily when I reached my target, and I couldn't help grinning as I felt his cock stir in his pants, growing and pressing against my hand, ready to come out and play. "Oooh…that's it…talk dirty to me, Danny…" He laughed. "Oh yeah, Ashley…you're so hot…you're hotter than global warming…" His other arm was around my tiny waist, his hand on my torso, gently sliding my top up my skin, every inch of my flesh flushing with eagerness as he gently glided across it. "More…more!" I whimpered. "I want to fuck you harder than Bush fucked the economy…" In a skilled flash, Danny had slipped my tank top over my head, tossing it onto the floor, and now his hand was sliding over my bra, his head hovering over my chest, fondling and licking my tits like he was worshipping them. Both of my hands were at his shorts now, hastily untying the drawstring, tugging them down to reveal a massive bulge in his boxers. "Oooh…" I cooed in his ear. "God, that's so hot, Danny…more..." Now his hand was behind my back, unclipping my bra and slipping it off my shoulders. The instant it fell to my lap and freed my boobs, his lips were on them, drawing warm, wet circles around my tender nipples with his tongue, suckling on them, teasing me so badly that my body was practically quivering with lust. "I want to make you whine more than Bill Clinton…make you scream louder than Howard Dean…" "Oh God..." I couldn't take it anymore. I pounced on him, rolling over and leaping onto his body, straddling his legs with mine, my hands gripping his neck and his hard, muscular chest. I felt his arms on the small of my back, pressing my little body against him. My pussy was calling out for attention, and I responded by fiercely grinding my hips into his, pressing down on his cock, grinning as he squirmed in pleasure. I pulled him into a deep kiss, our lips locked and our tongues swirling. When our lips parted, he was whispering into my ear as I pressed against him, my boobs on his chest, my skirt tickling his bare legs. I kept grinding against him, relishing the rock hard bulge in between my legs, teasing my own twat with a taste of what was to come. "I'm gonna violate you like the Republicans violated the Constitution…I'm gonna drill you like they want to drill Alaska…" "Drill, baby, DRILL!" I called out, and then I sprung off him, tugging at his legs, pulling him into a lying position on the bed. He got the message, and positioned himself in front of me, tugging off his shirt and pulling down his boxers to reveal his thick, throbbing cock. I lowered myself to my hands, stretched out across the bed like a cat ready to pounce, my ass in the air, my back arched in a silent request for his cock. One hand was on his throbbing tool, slowly stroking it as I grinned up at him, my eyes focused on his face as I positioned my lips just above the tip of his dick. His other hand was caressing my back, running across my naked flesh, caressing my butt through the fabric of my skirt. Gently, teasingly, I ran my flat tongue across the bottom of his shaft, beginning at the base of his cock and trailing upwards, flicking the tip of his meat so that it bobbed back and forth against my lips. Danny let out a harsh moan as I did it, unable to even form words, and his entire body shuddered. I grinned up at him as I lowered my lips back down to the base of his meat, my hot breath on his balls, and did it again, teasing him with my tongue, coating his shaft with my drool, watching him fidget and wriggle. Five more times I ran my tongue oh-so-slowly up his shaft, making sure he could relish every second of my soft tongue on his meat, feeling his excitement pulsing through his stiff flesh. "One for each of McCain's houses," I cooed, with another grin. He started to laugh, but before he even finished, I had plunged his cock into my lips, gulping him down like he was candy, and his laugh instantly turned into a load moan. "Ohhhh fuck…" His body jolted upwards as I slurped, plowing his dick even further into my mouth, his slick shaft sliding against my lips, and I started to suck, puckering my cheeks and bobbing up and down as I slobbered. I gathered my hair in one hand and held it back as I plunged deep, my other hand on his thigh for support. "Holy shit Ashley…God that feels good…" His hands were all over my body, rigid with effort as I pumped myself up and down his tool, noisily slurping and smacking, relishing the feeling of him throbbing between my lips, shivering with pleasure as he caressed my tits and my ass. I felt him tugging on my skirt, and I wiggled my ass back and forth as he pulled it down to my knees, revealing my pink thong. Still slurping, I raised my legs one at a time to let him pull the skirt off of me. Now, I was clad in nothing but a thong, on my hands and knees on the bed, crouched over Danny's crotch like a feasting animal, slobbering up and down his meat with loud, wet smacks. Danny was naked, and his breathing was starting to get hard and fast, his hands still running up and down my arched back and my slender hips, my perky tits and tiny waist. The drool from my enthusiastic blowjob was running down his shaft and coating his balls, and I felt him slowly began to jam his hips into my mouth, losing himself in the feeling of my lips wrapped around his cock. He was gently thrusting into my mouth as I bobbed, stuffing me full, stabbing into my throat. I took a deep breath as I forced my gag reflex back, continuing to slurp up and down his meat. Danny was getting more and more into it; his hips were now visibly thrusting up and down on the bed, pumping his cock into my warm, wet mouth as I gulped and slobbered. I couldn't deny it, either; the feeling was so thrilling to me – feeling him power into me, so entranced by the feeling of my tongue and lips wrapped around his meat that he couldn't even wait for me to slide up and down. He was fucking my mouth, I realized, plowing into me, treating me rough… Careful to keep his drool-coated dick in my mouth, I began to gently tug at his hips, urging him to sit up and scoot forward. Confused, he obeyed, raising himself on his knees as I slowly sank back on the bed. I was rearranged myself as I slurped, swinging my legs around and flipping myself onto my back. A broad grin slid across his face as he suddenly realized what I wanted to do. He slid forward on the bed and over me as I lay on my back, until he was straddling my chest and his cock was hanging just above my mouth. I couldn't help giggling as I saw his hopeful excitement blazing in his eyes. "Wow," he panted, grinning down at me. "This is something new…" I flashed a playful smile up at him. "It's a change," I said. "Change we can believe in." Then, I parted my lips and raised my head up, inviting him to shove his cock into my mouth. He did, with enthusiasm, leaning over me and resting his hands on the headboard, firmly plowing half of his shaft into my waiting lips, moaning loudly as I wrapped them around his cock, running my tongue across him as he pumped in and out of my mouth. He pulled back out for a second, gasping at the feeling, and then slid it back in, the skin of his rock-hard cock firm against my plump lips, soaked and dripping with my drool. I wasn't used to the position or the angle of lying back and just letting him pump into me, and I began to slobber and swallow loudly as he fucked, my drool spilling out of my mouth and dribbling onto my chin. The room was filled with loud, wet smacks and gulps as he pressed into me, my cheeks flushed red with effort, my hair spilled out across the bed. I couldn't explain it, not then and not now, but that feeling was so wonderful; him pressing his dick into me as I lay trapped underneath him, helpless on my back, in his control, unable to do anything but offer my mouth for his dick to take. He was pushing harder and faster now, and deeper too, and my gulps and slurps grew louder with effort. He was pushing into my throat now, plunging his cock deep, burying most of his shaft in my lips. Groaning and panting, his hips were pumping in a steady rhythm, and at last, he pumped too far, and my throat and chest convulsed as I gagged on his meat. He pulled back, but didn't stop pumping, and even as my eyes teared up and my mouth was flooded with slobber from my choking, I felt a wild thrill run through my body. He was being so rough with me, fucking my mouth like it was my pussy, plunging so deep that I was choking on his cock. I let out a soft, eager moan as he kept pumping, and craned my neck to raise my head slightly, inviting him to thrust hard and deep. He did, with a loud gasp, his cock stuffing my mouth full, stretching my lips open, burrowing into me. I felt his throbbing manhood press into my throat, and I swallowed as I accepted it, trying my best to suppress my reflex. But he was too big, and he was too deep. "Ghagghh!!" I gagged a second time, and this time he pulled out of me, his rock-hard cock springing out of my lips with an audible, sloppy pop. I sucked in a ragged breath as he sagged over me. "Oh god…that feels so good..." I grinned up at him, my lips and chin coated in drool. "Come on, Danny. Use my mouth like it's my cunt." I opened my mouth and thrust out my tongue, winking at him to make my point. I could see the wild desire in his eyes as he towered over me, in the middle of begging for his rod in my throat. He was still hesitating, though. "But I'm gagging you. Isn't it like…kind of uncomfortable?" "Come on!" I said, pouting, ignoring his question, my eyes eager and begging. "Pretend I'm Sarah Palin, and I'm trying to talk about how I have foreign affairs experience!" He laughed, and grinned as he lowered his cock, coated and dripping with my slobber, back towards my face. "What's that, Sarah? You can see Russia from your house?" "Yes! I have lots of experience with Russia!" I parroted back to him, and my hands were on his thighs, pulling him forward, urging him to shove his dick into my lips and shut me up. "You see, when the Russians come to America, they – ghagghh!!!" I was cut off mid-sentence, forced to end in a loud, sloppy gurgle as Danny shoved his meat into my open mouth, pressing his tool up against my tongue. Immediately, I locked my lips around his shaft, placing one hand around the base of his dick to steady it as I began to slurp up and down with enthusiasm. "Oh, God…Ashley…fuck yes…" I responded to Danny's moan with an extra deep plunge, forcing myself forward and gulping his meat deep into my mouth, feeling his throbbing lust rub against my slobbery lips. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently urging me deeper, and he slowly began to thrust in and out of me again, fucking gently, his dick stabbing in and out of my throat. I relaxed against his grip, one hand still on his dick, the other on his thigh, gently urging him on. He was fucking my mouth steadily, pumping into my puckered cheeks and my eager throat, my lips smacking loudly as his cock thrust back and forth. "Holy…fuck…" His excitement was turning me on, badly, more than I could imagine. One of my hands snuck down to my crotch, under his gently gyrating hips, and slid across my panties. My pussy was awake and ready as soon as his hand stroked my leg; now, she was aching for attention, already dripping wet before my fingers even got there. I could feel my hot juices soaking through my panties as I gently pressed my fingertips against my soft flesh, and involuntarily I squirmed at the feeling, shuddering in the pleasure of it. Danny noticed. He grinned down at me, still pumping his dick in and out of my lips, and watched as I began to masturbate to his face-fucking. "Feel good?" I winked up at him and let out a muffled, wordless moan of agreement. His hands were still on the back of my head, and as he slowly plowed into my lips, he was starting to gently rock my head back and forth too, forcing me to gulp down even more of his meat. I could feel his red-hot excitement, plunging into me, filling my mouth, jamming into my throat as I slurped and drooled in my effort. His face was fixed in an expression of pure ecstasy, and watching him thrust into me, barely able to control himself, filled me with an intoxicating mix of personal pride and carnal lust. Gently, I pressed my fingers deeper into my panties, kneading against the bulging lips of my twat, rubbing my juices up and down my slit. I was moaning now, muffled and soft, and I spread my legs in the air to gain better access to my eager pussy. Danny's hands were gripping the back of my head hard, gently guiding me up and down his pole, plunging into me with a steady, powerful rhythm. His breathing was hard and his face was fixed into an animalistic expression of wild lust. "Oh fuck…Ashley…you like it when I go deep?" I nodded as best as I could with his dick buried in my throat, letting out another muffled moan, my lips still wrapped around his shaft, milking it, sucking it, slurping hard. I watched his face as he fucked my throat, untamed and focused, almost hypnotized, unable to stop even if he wanted to. Suddenly, I felt his fingers on mine, pressing them deeper into the folds of my cunt. He was leaning back as he fucked my mouth, urging me to masturbate, and another muffled moan escaped my slobbery lips as I felt the twangs of pleasure shoot through me. "Oh God…" Danny wrenched aside my panties, scrunching them to one side and revealing my aching, dripping twat. Immediately, involuntarily, my fingers went to her, rubbing at my desperate flesh, trying to satisfy my pleading body. But Danny impatiently pushed them aside, and I suddenly felt his own fingers pushing into my twat, easing into my tight, soaked canal, gently stretching me open. I bucked up against him, my chest ramming into his thighs as I felt his fingers slowly stab into me. He still had one hand on the back of my head, and I responded to the pleasure by jamming my face as far down his cock as I could, moaning in pleasure, burying his stiff tool deep in my throat. He let out a loud moan as his pubes tickled my nose, my lips wrapped around his stiff shaft, and thrust his hips forward as I throated him. I let out a loud choke as he gagged me, and pulled myself back, but only halfway; I made sure to keep the tip of him in my lips, and I looked up at him, my eyes eager and begging for more, making sure that he knew that just because he was gagging me didn't mean I wanted him to stop. "Oh fuck yes…God that's good…." He had two fingers in me now, halfway buried in my cunt, stretching me open and filling my eager canal. He pushed further in, thrusting gently into my tight pussy, and I bucked upwards again, squirming on the bed with pleasure, moaning softly against his cock in my mouth. "Yeah, Ashley…yeah baby…" He was fucking my mouth again; that wonderful, hard rod plowing into my mouth, stabbing against my tongue and my lips. His fingers were buried to the knuckle in my twat, and my pussy rang out with pleasure, sending sparks of lust that raced through my body and made me twitch and shudder in joy. Gently, slowly, he began to slide his fingers in and out of my soaked twat, pumping my aching flesh, stretching me with every motion. I let out a wild moan of approval, my eyes wide with ecstasy as the pleasure raced through my body. Nov 4, 2008 Now, Danny was fucking me in two ways; his dick in my mouth, thrusting up against my throat, his fingers buried in my twat, pumping me, filling my canal. And my body was meeting him in every way, bucking up off the bed in response to his fingers, eagerly trying to engulf them even further into my pussy; my mouth locking onto his cock as he pumped, slurping and slobbering on his shaft with loud smacks, licking and lapping at his dick as if I could draw him further into my mouth with just my tongue. My lips were stretched and my mouth was stuffed full with his cock, but somehow my moans were still escaping, whimpered and eager. "Ohhh...Danny…" "Fuck….yeah…" Another wild ripple of pleasure surged through me, and my eyes burst open as my hips writhed hysterically under Danny. His thumb had just found the nub of my clit, red and bulging with lust, and he was now gently tweaking it back and forth, soaking it with the juices from my twat and soothingly caressing it. Out of control, out of my mind, I thrashed upwards on the bed, my chest crashing into his legs, my hips soaring upwards, and my head jutting forward so far that I gagged myself yet again on his meat. As I coughed, his dick still plowing in and out of my mouth, I heard him chuckling, and looked up to see him grinning proudly down at me. He kept working my twat, plunging in and out of my canal, kneading into my aching clit, every second sending me into a whirl of squirming and moaning. He was still fucking my lips, steady and strong, stuffing me full, and a thick stream of drool was now running down my chin as I gulped and slurped in between my moans. His dick and his fingers were like one, each plunging into me from opposite ends but both wracking my entire body with each thrust. As my pussy quivered and my hips bucked against him, I finally decided I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned my head back, letting his dick shimmy out of my mouth, and yelped my pleasure out into the room. "Oh God yes! YES Danny!" He responded with an extra hard thrust with his fingers, jamming his knuckles against the lips of my pussy with an audible smack, and I thrashed upwards in response. The pleasure was overwhelming, driving through my pussy and taking control of my body, and at that moment I could think of nothing but my hunger for more… "Danny…please…fuck me…oh God fuck me…" I didn't mean for that to come out like begging, but it didn't matter. After a thorough face-fucking, and after watching Danny grunt and rock in his lust for me, my entire body was radiating with desire, and my pussy was crying out for more. There was only thing that would satisfy it. Danny didn't waste a moment. He swung one leg off of me, allowing me to sit up, and I eagerly flipped over, onto my hands and knees, as he scooted behind me. I was nearly trembling with anticipation as I felt his hands slide onto my waist and him positioning himself behind me. I begged out loud, unable to contain myself, as I watched him slowly lower his throbbing, drool-coated dick towards my twat. "Please…fuck me…hurry…oh God…" He was slow at first, his dick gently easing into me as my pussy stretched to accommodate his width. That first thrust was always so wonderful, the sensation of him pressing into me, opening and filling my little pussy, feeling like he was stuffing every single inch of me with his manhood. "YES! Oh GOD yes!" My squeal was half pure relief at finally getting what I wanted, half a plead for more of the same. I felt his grip tighten and heard a hard grunt as he plunged himself deep into me, his dick tight in my swollen pussy, his hips against mine. I could feel his energy, his lust and his wild excitement as he began to fuck in and out of me, each time filling me and sending my body into shivers of pleasure. "Ohhhh…" I panted, and I turned my head back to see him staring down at my body as he plowed into me, taking in the figure of my slender waist and my firm butt jamming against his meat. My body was responding on its own accord, rocking back against him, engulfing his cock and voicelessly pleading for more. The moans and whimpers that sailed through my lips were uncontrolled too, thrust out of my heaving chest by the spears of pleasure that surged through my body. His hands tightened around my waist as he began to fuck me harder, building up speed and force, sending more and more ripples of pleasure that made every part of my body feel like it was on fire. "Harder," I called out, as our hips slapped together and his balls pressed against my pussy lips. "Harder, baby!" He obeyed, his pumps deep and strong, radiating through my body, and I cried out again, begging for more. "Harder! Please, Danny!" I was egging him on, but I don't think I needed to. His grip was tight on me, and I could feel his hot breath on my naked back as he moaned and grunted in effort, our hips colliding with an audible slap, his dick plunging balls-deep into my pussy again and again, stabbing so deep into me that I felt like I was going to explode with lust. "Harder!" I yelled, a third time. "Harder!" My tits were flopping back and forth and my hair was floundering, a complete mess, as he pistoned himself into me, his hips a blur, his dick impaling me. "Ahhh!" I let out a half-moan, half-yelp as an extra hard thrust sent a surge of pleasure through me that left my body quivering in ecstasy, so unbelievably, unthinkably wonderful. "Fuck…yeah….Ashley…" he panted as he pounded into me. "You really…like it rough…tonight…" I raised my head to call out a wild reply: "Yes! Ooo…rough is so good…" He paused for a moment as he laughed, pulling my body into him, gripping me hard. "I think you might need to be punished." His hands were wrapped around my tiny waist, his fingers and the ends of his palms almost touching. "You've been a bad girl." "So bad," I agreed, arching my back as I turned to look at him. His face was red and sweaty, and he was crouched over me like some kind of animal, wild and uncontrollable, his throbbing manhood buried inside of me, ready to plunge into me and shred me to pieces. "I've been really, really, bad." "Yeah?" He began to pump my pussy again, sliding in and out of me, his cock throbbing against my wet, tender flesh. "Uh-huh," I moaned, closing my eyes, relishing the feeling of his dick plunging into my twat. "When I was 12, I thought Bush would make a better president than Al Gore." "What??" His voice was hard and ragged. "You naughty girl! You need to be punished for that!" He surprised me with an extra vicious thrust, deep and hard, and I let out a wild squeal as the force of it tipped me forward, plowing me face-first into the mattress. I kept myself in that position, moaning into the blankets, my ass raised for Danny to take and my face planted in the bed as I whimpered. "I'm so naughty, Danny…I think Condoleezza Rice is an independent thinker!" "Bad girl!" he replied, his hands gripping my waist more tightly, his hips jamming into mine, fucking me hard, his dick stretching and stabbing into my soaked twat. He was rocking my ass back and forth as he fucked, towering over me on the bed, taking me with powerful force. I could hear the slap of our hips colliding as he buried himself in me, and the pleasure racing through me sent my legs twitching and flushed my cheeks bright rosy. "Ohhh yes…more Danny…more…" "Have you done more naughty things, little girl? What else should I punish you for?" "Ohhhh…" I squealed, my breathing hard against the bedspread as he pumped into me. He was so steady, so powerful, plowing into me like a jackhammer, stuffing my pussy full, so strong that he was pulling my little body against his as he powered into me. "I…I think Michael Moore's movies are terrible! And I think Bill Maher is too mean!" "Blasphemy!" He shouted out loud. He was bucking hard, his balls slapping against the bulging lips of my twat, and my wails echoed through the room. His voice rose above my cries, harsh and ragged. "You can't say that and get away with it, you bitch!" "Yes…oh God yes…" The force of his fucking was rumbling through the entire bed, the mattress shaking, the frame rattling, the springs squeaking and creaking. I grabbed fistfuls of the blanket in my hands as he bucked against me, my face planted in the bed, my ass hoisted and being violated, punished and penetrated and yanked against his throbbing meat. "Ohh…there's more, Danny…" I was crying out uncontrollably now, totally unconcerned with the rest of my dorm mates, lost to the feeling of his cock, pumping me hard, thrusting so deep into me that I felt like I was going to split in two. "Tell me, Ashley," he wheezed. "Tell me how you've been naughty." "I…I believe in the death penalty." "No!" His balls slapped against my pussy, the full length of his manhood stuffed inside of me. "I think John Roberts is a great chief justice!" "You bitch!" He was pumping so hard and so deep, bucking against me with all his might, forcing me into the bedspread, his hands so tight on my little waist that it was painful. My entire body was surging and quivering with lust, rising as he sped up his fucking. "I…I…I think Ann Coulter is really pretty!" SMACK! Danny spanked me hard as he fucked, his hips a blur, his breathing hard and his chest glistening with sweat as he pistoned into me with an animalistic strength. I moaned out my approval, my entire body jolted back and forth by his bucking, my pussy crammed full of his meat and throbbing for more. "You naughty, bad little bitch!" SMACK! Another hard spank. The entire bed was screeching its protest at Danny's force, rattling across the floor, the mattress bouncing up and down on its springs, our bodies wrenching back and forth as he pounded into me. His power was unbelievable, stuffing the entire length of his cock into my soaked twat, then back out and back in with a blur of strength and speed. He was taking me hard, violating me, fucking me like an animal, driven crazy with passion and lust for me. "Oh God Danny…oh fuck…oh God…oh fuck…" I was panting heavily now, screaming and gasping in pleasure, my hands tight as I gripped the bedsheet, my legs twitching with the force of our fucking, my ass red as he yanked it back and forth against his stiff tool. My face was bright red and sweaty, my hair a complete mess, thrown across my back and my face and sprawled across the bed. I writhed back and forth, flopping on the bouncing mattress, my entire body overwhelmed with the force of his thrusting, feeling nothing but his dick stuffing my pussy full, jamming into me, pumping me, fucking me, pounding me… "Oh my GOD, Danny! Oh fuck! Yes, please, Danny…please!!!" I raised my head off the bed and arched my neck and my back, planting my hands on the frame of the headboard. He was bucking into me like a man on fire, the bed rocking and squealing, on the brink of breaking, his hands tight on my waist as he took my little body, plowing and drilling into my swollen, dripping pussy. "Ahhhh!!!! OH GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!" I thrashed against the bed, my body quivering and twitching and my screams echoing through the room as I felt my orgasm rip through me. My knuckles were white as I gripped the headboard, my toes curled in pleasure, my back stiff and arched, my legs and arms spasming, my chest heaving. Danny was still pumping into me, and it felt like each thrust of his dick was plunging straight into my chest, sending a wet, electric pulse of pleasure through my every limb. I kept quivering, my entire body rigid, as he thrust again and again. "Oh my God! Oh my God Oh my God!!!" Those were the only three words I knew, and I repeated them over and over as I felt my climax overwhelm me, saturating me in pleasure. Finally, still gasping for breath and whimpering in recovery, I collapsed back down on the bed in my previous position; face planted in the mattress, back arched, ass raised for him to pound. "Fuck yes, Danny…oh holy shit…that was amazing…" He let out a wheezed laugh, and I turned my head to see him grinning from ear to ear, obviously delighted at his prowess. I giggled at his pride. "Well, I had to punish you…" He was still breathing hard. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, his balls slapping against my tender twat, full of his seed, ready to fill me with his cum. "Mmm…" I moaned softly, feeling him continue to pound in and out of me. "Oh fuck, Ashley…you feel so good…" I beamed back at him as I began to buck against him, letting him bury his cock in my twat, my canal wrapping around his stiff flesh like a warm, wet sheath. "Just one question though, Danny," I cooed as I watched him, sweaty and exhausted, pumping into me. "…yeah…?" He seemed barely able to respond. I had my next line prepared before he answered, and I grinned playfully as I watched intently for his response. "Do you want to cum in my pussy, or in my mouth?" His face was swept with unexpected shock, and he even lost the rhythm of his fucking for a second. But then, a big smile returned, and I could tell he was thinking hard, even as he pumped into me. I smiled to myself as I watched his dilemma…it was almost cruel of me, forcing him to choose between shooting his load in his girlfriend's cunt or in her mouth… "Your mouth…" he said finally, still fucking me, his face red with effort. I nodded as I flashed him a sexy smile, feeling him pound into me, thrust after thrust. My entire body tingled with the pleasure of my orgasm, and the sensations of his cock, deep and tight against my soft pussy, were magnified even more. His thrusts were still steady and deep, each plunge so powerful that my entire body reeled forward. He kept his rhythm, but the pumps were growing more intense, his hands tight on my waist, his face fixed on my slender body, rocking against him, tight and more passionate than ever. I knew that feeling, and my body tingled with eagerness as I felt his dick begin to throb and swell inside of me. "Oh..okay, Ashley…okay…" As quick as I could, I yanked myself off of him and flipped over, scooting down the bed, letting him straddle my chest once more. He was frantically jacking himself off, and I wasted no time gulping his dick into my lips, tasting my own juices from my frantic orgasm. "Oh…yess…yess…" I slurped eagerly, bobbing back and forth, my cheeks puckered and my hair flopping, ramming his cock in and out my throat as he closed his eyes. I could feel him throbbing, red-hot inside of me, full of seed after a long fucking, so close to shooting it down my throat. "Yesss….oh fuck yes! Yesss!" My lips were a blur on his cock, my hands tight on his thighs, yanking myself back and forth on his rod, gulping him down as fast as I possibly could, wrapping my mouth around him and running my tongue across his shaft, milking him, slurping hard, begging him for his cum. "Ohhh…yesss…yesss…" He had one hand on my head as I jammed myself up and down his meat, swallowing him, ready for his seed. I began to moan softly, encouraging him, pleading for his cum. He was so thick and hard, throbbing and swollen, and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and wailed out loud into the room: "Oh…Yessss!....Yesss….I…..CANNN!!!" All at once, my mouth was filled with his hot saltiness, and I could feel his meat pulsing and spasming against my lips as he unloaded himself in my mouth, spurt after spurt of gooey, steaming hot cum. I continued to jam myself against him, sucking hard, milking every drop as I moaned in his climax. He was thrusting gently as he came, shooting it deep in my mouth and down my throat. There was so much of it, loading me up, filling my mouth, and when he finally finished, slowly pulling his dick out of my mouth, I swallowed it, feeling his juice shimmy down my throat into my stomach, with a gulp that was much noiser than I expected. I could feel a bit of his cum leaking out of my lips, and hastily wiped my mouth as he grinned down at me. "Wow…" he gasped. I laughed as he collapsed next to me on the bed, and I rolled over to face him. We were a sloppy mess; our bodies covered with sweat, his dick coated both in my drool and my wetness, my lips and chin blanketed with slobber from my face-fucking. "Think that would have been better or worse if McCain had won?" He laughed. "Well…it would have been rougher, that's for sure. Angrier." I nodded. "Probably wouldn't have lasted as long." "All in all, though, I'm pretty happy how the night turned out." He pulled me closer on the bed, our two hot, sweaty bodies entwining together. "Me too. Happy Election Day, babe." ***Yes We Can! =)***