Front Lawn Butt Sex

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“Holy fuck, Mare,” he whispered. He sounded as dumbfounded as I felt. Who knew? His hands sank into my hair and we were clinging to each other like we’d invented kissing. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. I clawed at his shirt, yanking it out of his shorts so I could touch him. He worked at one of the buttons on my blouse for a moment, then gave up and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere but I didn’t care.

I sucked on his tongue and held his head, but he pulled away anyway. His teeth scraped my chin, then his lips latched onto the upper slope of one of my breasts. He eased the white lace of my demi-bra down and licked at my nipple. “Oh my God,” I groaned. The breeze hit my wet nipple and, if possible, made it stand even taller.

“I can’t wait.” He pushed me onto my back, jerking at the fly of his shorts. “I’ll make it good for you later.”

I yanked my skirt up past my hips, spreading my knees. I didn’t want to wait either. He sucked on my lips, pressing himself between my thighs. I felt the bare skin of his hips and the rough denim of his shorts moments before I felt the heat of his dick. It pressed against my pussy, instinctively homing in on my wetness. He slid his hand between us and wriggled his cock between my lips. I pushed up, he pushed down, and he eased inside. We both groaned.

There was no way to adequately describe his penetration. He may not have been able to wait to start fucking, but he was in no hurry to finish it. He took his time thrusting in, pressing his cock into me inch by inch, pausing with every push to savor it. We both held our breath, eyes wide open, when he finally nudged the last little bit of himself inside. “Houston, we have hit bottom,” I said.

His eyes widened a moment, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, then he started laughing. The deep belly laughs made his cock vibrate inside of me. My eyes crossed. “Oh my gawd, if you keep that up, I’m going to get addicted and I’ll have to tickle you.”

“Do you have any Nutella?” He grinned impishly at me.

“New what?”

“I guess not. Remind me to get some for next time.” Next time! I didn’t know whether to be scared or run around whooping in excitement.

“Okay. Get a new bell.”

“New-tell-aaaaahhhh,” he exaggerated, then kissed my nose. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Um, hate to break it to ya, Rye, but you are fucking me.”

“No, I’m just inside of you. Fucking works like this,” he said, the suited action to words by sinuously working his ass. The thrusts were slow and gentle, rubbing the length of his cock against the length of my pussy. Even better it rubbed his body against mine.

“You’re a fucking genius.”

“I bet you say that to all the geniuses.”

I laughed and wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly. I twisted my hips a little, first one way and then the other, rolling in rhythm with his rocking. “Only to the ones who fuck me.”

“How many geniuses have you fucked?”

“Counting you?”

“Yeah.”

“One.”

He laughed at that. “I like this.”

“Me too.”

He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. “I’m going to cum.”

I closed my eyes, imagining the feel of his cock jerking and pearly jets of thick cum shooting deep inside of me. I smiled.

“Can I cum inside of you?”

“Oh yes.”

“Thank gawd,” he groaned. He pressed his head to the cool concrete beneath me, caught my hips up in a vice-like grip, and hammered at my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, riding out the wave of his orgasm. It didn’t take long, he threw his head back, teeth clenched, and grunted gutturally. I clamped down as hard as I could with my pussy muscles and was rewarded with the definite twitch of exploding cock.

I held him while he breathed in my ear like a winded moose. The contrast between his hot, sweaty body, and the cool concrete beneath me reminded me that I had just fucked my ex’s best friend on my own front porch. I smirked. Even though I didn’t come, it had been a damned good fuck too. Better than anything Greg had put out in years. The coolness of the concrete also served to remind me that it was flat and my back was not.

“My back hurts, I gotta get up,” I told him, wriggling to the left.

“Uhng?” He nuzzled at my ear. I tried to squirm out from under him. He went with me. “No, stay.”

I wiggled to the left some more. “My back hurrrrr!” Suddenly the porch wasn’t there anymore. I grunted when we both hit the flowers surrounding the foundation. He rolled onto his back immediately, taking me with him.

“Are you okay?”

“I think the earth just moved for us.” I rubbed the small of my back. The little white picket fence was poking my outer thigh. “Come on, let’s lay in the grass.”

“We’ll get chigger bites,” he said, his hands coming around to rub my back for me.

“I’m getting picket fence bites.”

He laughed and stood up, picking me up with him. I clutched at his neck in surprise. “Fuck’n-A, Mare, you weigh a ton.”

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