Date with a Drifter

She increased her pace, pumping up and down his length as she kept his head between her soft lips, lapping at it greedily as a bead of precum welled at the tip. His knees were going weak, it was a good job that he was already sitting down. His brain was fizzing and popping as if it was a hard drive that someone was running a magnet over.

She took him a little deeper, her lips crawling halfway down his shaft and her hand falling to rest on his belly, Matt gritting his teeth as his glans pressed against the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment then drew back, pushing his member into her cheek and bulging it outwards, her satin flesh gliding against him as he twitched and groaned.

He could scarcely formulate a coherent thought, his fingers digging into the faux-leather of the couch as she maneuvered his member around in her mouth with her tongue and slid him back into her throat. She pressed deeper this time, kissing the base of his member as she took him to the hilt, the smooth muscles of her gullet closing around his glans like a velvet prison.

His hands shot into her hair as she swallowed around him, her slick muscles massaging him as they contracted and squeezed, her tongue fighting for space as it stroked his length. He felt her spasm around him as she kept him there, her body fighting to expel the foreign object until she eventually withdrew to let his member fall from her mouth along with a sagging web of stringy saliva.

She took a moment to catch her breath, his cock in her hand and her cheeks flushed pink, apparently enjoying herself judging by the wide grin on her face.

"You were packin' heat, kid. It's always the quiet ones..."

She took him into her mouth again before he could stammer a reply, his spine arching as her tongue curled around his erection, the suction strong enough to make his head spin. This wasn't a situation that he had expected to be in when he had gotten out of bed that morning, she wasn't kidding when she said that she was pressed for time.

She pressed him deep into her throat once more, and he covered his burning face with his hands, his hips rising reflexively to match pace with her as she started to bob her head in his lap. She gripped his hips, putting her weight on him to prevent him from pushing so deep as to choke her. He sank back into the couch when she paused to take a breath, keeping him on edge with slow glances of her tongue as she watched him with covetous eyes, running her fingers through the slippery saliva that glazed his member as she stroked him.

"Tell me when you get close," she said, before slamming back down on him. She was relentless, his eyes rolling back into his head as harsh pleasure coursed through his body. She had him dancing like a puppet on a string, at the mercy of her skilled tongue.

He couldn't take much more of this treatment, he could feel a familiar pressure rising in his loins, building inside of him until he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Coming," he hissed through gritted teeth, his muscles clenching as he tried in vain to stave off his impending orgasm. He had expected her to pull back, but she doubled down instead, drawing him as deep into her throat as she could tolerate as the first pulse of his climax tore through him. She swallowed it as it came, her lips locked around the base of his member as he pumped a thick wad of his ejaculate directly into her waiting mouth, the slick muscles of her throat milking it from him as she swallowed rhythmically. With every wracking throb of pleasure that shot through him, he pumped another load into her throat, the sensation of her muscles contracting as she drank only serving to encourage him.

He felt like she was sucking the very life force out of him, a shiver running up his spine as his cock jumped in her mouth and loosed the last of his emission, her tongue glancing across his sensitive head as she dragged her lips up his shaft and released him. He lay back against the couch with his forearm covering his eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily as he recovered. After a few moments, he felt the woman pat him on the thigh to get his attention.

"Don't get too comfortable, it's my turn."

He pulled his arm away from his face, blinking as his eyes readjusted to the light, watching her as she stood and leaned forward to unbutton her pants. Her pert breasts hung from her chest, wobbling as she danced on the spot, her leather garments so tight that getting out of them was apparently an ordeal. They slid down to expose her milky thighs and a pair of black panties, his nameless companion stepping out of them and kicking them away across the carpet. She noticed that his eyes were playing up and down her body, posing for him with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face.

"Are you just going to look, or do you want to touch?"

Matt felt a new aggression rise up inside him, the biker loosing a burst of surprised laughter that petered out into a comely purr as he wrapped his arms around her hourglass waist and pulled her down onto the couch. He lay her on her back as he climbed atop her, taking one of her shapely breasts in his hand and leaning down to suck the engorged nipple into his mouth, trapping it between his lips as he battered it with his tongue. She rubbed her thighs together gleefully, her slim fingers gripping his forearms as he mouthed and kissed, kneading the tender meat of her boob as she writhed beneath him.

He moved down, planting kisses on her flat belly, her abs rippling beneath her smooth skin as he reached her hip.

"Pull 'em off," she whispered, and he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties. He dragged them down and positioned himself between her parted legs as she peered down at him, nibbling on a fingernail in anticipation of his touch.

Matt planted a kiss on the burnished skin of her inner thigh, smooth and cool beneath his lips, feeling an appreciative shudder run through her body. He rose towards her belly, mouthing as he went, skirting around the trim tuft of her pubic hair. She reached down a hand and spread her loins for him in invitation, exposing the pink flesh between her puffy lips, her delicate folds shining with a glaze of her juices. He lowered his head towards it, feeling the feverish heat that radiated from her on his face, her feminine scent rising to his nose and exciting him in the most primal of ways.

She leaned forward to watch eagerly as he neared, his red cheeks brushing her cool thighs as her legs tightened around his head, guiding him forwards. His lips touched hers, and she quivered, her chiseled abdominal muscles tensing as his tongue slid out to taste her. He dragged it between her labia, lapping at her vulva, her sour juices flowing forth to make her damp and slippery. She tasted metallic, sour, but he was far too aroused to care as he explored the folds of her sex.

He felt her fingers delving into his hair, taking a handful as he mouthed and licked, his wet muscle gliding across her most intimate anatomy and circling her leaking opening. She was so wet that her excitement was dripping from his chin, and he dared to slide his index finger inside her as she tightened her grip on his hair in response.

He was received by slick muscle, her smooth walls clamping down around his digit like a fist, sucking him deeper with rolling contractions that were surprisingly strong. She was in good shape, and her pelvic floor muscles were no exception, her silken passage wringing his finger and hinting at the pleasures yet to come.

His tongue traveled up towards her clitoris, probing for the swollen nub of flesh beneath its protective hood. When he located it, he pressed his lips around it, drawing it into his mouth and painting slow circles on its shiny surface as her insides clamped down on his finger and her spine arched off the cushions. She kept a tight hold on his hair, her thighs gripping his head like a bear trap as if afraid that he might pull away. Instead, he began to move his digit in and out of her as her sodden flesh clung to him with all the suction of an eager mouth.

She rolled her hips, grinding them against his face as he wrapped an arm beneath her butt for purchase, sliding a second finger into her twitching hole as her juices leaked around it in thick strands. He sank his fingers into the meat of her ass, firm and springy like rubber, the woman reacting to his every touch with gentle shudders and low sighs. She crossed her legs behind his head and doubled over as he increased the pace of his licking and probing, moving his fingers in and out of her furiously as he grazed her hard protrusion with his tongue.

She seemed lost in a fugue as he glanced up at her over her mound, her eyes closed as she bit down on her fist, her pale cheeks flushed red. He felt the slimy walls of her passage squeeze down on him with greater frequency, building towards a crescendo as her whole body began to move in time with them, her free hand mauling one of her breasts as she opened an eye to peer down at him.

Just when he thought that she might pop, she stopped, releasing her hold on his hair and pushing his head away from her loins. He knelt on the floor in front of the couch, his face connected to her swollen sex by a fat rope of her fluids that broke to fall to the carpet, the two of them breathing heavily as they eyed each other up.

"Not yet," she panted, "I want you first."

She stood on shaking legs and pulled him to his feet, pressing up against his body, squashing his member against her flat belly as she embraced him. She was a little shorter than he was and so she stood on her toes as she reached up to kiss him, tasting her own juices on his lips but not caring as her tongue pushed into his mouth. He ran his hands down the gentle curve of her spine, tracing the indent with his fingers, roaming lower to cup the ample cheeks of her rump. He sank his digits into the yielding fat, feeling the firm muscle beneath it flex, her abs almost as hard as his erection as his manhood throbbed against them.

She lingered for a moment, teasing him with quick strokes of her tongue before pulling back and turning him around. His back now to the couch, she reached out a hand and placed it gently against his chest, pushing him off balance so that he fell backwards onto the cushions.

She swung a leg up onto the couch, then another, kneeling over him with her dripping loins hovering tantalizingly close to his aching member. She rested her hands on his shoulders as she positioned herself, her long hair tickling his chest as she looked down between her legs, biting her lip in anticipation. She was good and ready, a string of her clear juices falling from between her puffy lips to land on his erection, a droplet of it sliding slowly down his shaft.

"Shouldn't we get a cond-" Matt began, but she placed a finger against his lips to quiet him.

"Don't worry about it," she whispered, her smile faltering for a moment. "I can't...y'know..."

She couldn't have kids? He wanted to say something comforting, something to reassure her, but before he got the chance, he felt her fingers closing around his shaft. She rubbed it up and down her vulva, wetting it with her viscous emissions, tingling pleasure forcing Matt's eyes closed as his glans brushed against her hot flesh. She pressed the head against her opening and lowered herself down onto him. Even with her copious lubricant, there was a moment of resistance before he broke through. She sat on him, taking his member to the hilt in one smooth motion, the two of them gasping in unison. His erection swelled and flexed inside her, the walls of her narrow tunnel clinging to him like wet velvet. He could feel every crease and contour as her loins molded around him like molten plastic. She was so damned tight, muscular, every quiver and tremor that passed through her taut body translating into his member as if there was a hand gripping him from the inside. In turn, she felt every throb of blood that coursed through his length, his member burning inside her like a molten iron in a forge and his every vein scraping against her tender passage to drive sultry gasps from her throat.

They stayed locked together for a few moments, basking in the sensation, afraid to start moving lest the pleasure overcome them and drive them to an early and disappointing climax. His partner took the initiative, Matt's hands reaching to her wide hips as she began to rock slowly back and forth, twisting and grinding his rigid erection against her insides as she gyrated on top of him.

Her ample chest bounced enticingly as she sat back, resting her hands on his thighs for balance as she started to rise and fall on his shaft. He couldn't resist plunging a hand onto one of the soft globes, the other holding on to the polished skin of her waist, feeling her loins clamp down on him as he trapped her nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently. He dug deeper, kneading her supple fat like warm cookie dough beneath his digits, watching her boob deform and then spring back to its original shape when he relented. One of her hands rose to rest atop his own, encouraging his squeezing as the slow rhythm of their courtship increased in tempo.

She began to bounce on his shaft, their bodies clapping together as the couch beneath them shook. His pulsing shaft was visible for brief moments when she reached her apex, covered in a reflective sheen of her sticky juices, before she came down on him again and buried it to the base. As her thighs closed around his hips, he felt the steely muscles that lurked just beneath their glass-smooth surface tensing. They were firm and shapely, sheathed in a subtle layer of fat that was as yielding as melting butter under his fingertips.

Beads of sweat welled on her pale skin, gliding down towards her belly as they followed the contours of her muscle. They caught the light, shining like droplets of morning dew, her abs cutting channels in her flat tummy that guided the glistening droplets on their way. One such droplet pooled in her navel and Matt couldn't help himself but raise his hand from its place on her thigh, sliding it from her chest to her groin as her sudor made her skin slippery and damp. He felt her muscles beneath the surface as they twitched at his touch, flexing and shifting with her every movement, her lovemaking had all of the grace and skill of a sensual dance.

Matt could do little beyond obeying the ebb and flow of his passion, his hands exploring the soft and alluring curves of her body as she twisted and bounced atop him, doing his best to meet her downward motions with upward thrusts that made their bodies slam together.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulder as she increased her pace, rising to her peak then letting the weight of her body bring her back down to drive him into the couch. The springs in the old furniture squeaked their protests, the wooden frame creaking under the strain, the woman throwing her head back so that her long mane of raven hair fanned out behind her as she rode him.

She slipped a hand down between her legs as she probed for her clitoris, her fingers dampened by her flowing excitement. Her body tensed as she found it, rubbing as his member plunged in and out of her sopping loins, her breath becoming ragged and irregular. Matt kept up his pawing, delving his fingers deep into the sensitive tissue of her breast as the other one hung free, bouncing in time with their frenzied lovemaking.

She had already been close when they had started, and now he wasn't far off either, the ache in his cock taking on a more urgent quality as she drove it against her yielding walls with the relentless shaking of her hips. It was like she was trying to scratch some maddening itch deep inside of her, taking him ever deeper and harder as his erection plunged her reaches, the heat and friction building along with their groans of pleasure.

She buried her burning face in the nape of his neck as she collapsed onto him, clinging to him as he felt her hot breath on his skin. The pleasant scent of her shampoo filled his nose as her dark hair cascaded over him, her small frame sliding against his as their sweat made their urgent coupling wonderfully slippery.

Their pace became frantic, unbridled, grasping fingers roaming across damp skin as they wrestled on the couch. Matt flipped her over and pinned her beneath him as her legs locked around his waist, her fingernails drawing red trails down his back as she clung to him. He thrust into her, gripping the headrest for leverage, a primal grunt escaping her lips as he fucked her into the cushions. His burning organ scraped the depths of her spasming passage, shivers spreading through her body as this new pleasure set her nerves alight. She let out a low and wanton moan that only served to encourage Matt, his lust coursing through his veins like hot magma as she peered up at him with her striking blue eyes, the moisture on her skin making her long hair stick to her face.

They found a punishing rhythm together, their bodies feeding into each other, driving one another higher and higher towards the peak of their shared ecstasy. For a precious few moments there was no thought, the higher functions of their minds blanked out by primal carnality and a passionate desperation as they rutted like beasts, the heat and friction of their joined bodies such that Matt feared they might catch alight.

Her loins clung to him, walls of rippling, silken muscle gliding up and down his shaft as she milked him in wracking waves. He buried his member to the hilt inside her, her long lashes batting with every thrust, the impact enough to shake the furniture beneath them.

"Fuck! D-Don't stop," she stammered, her thighs tightening around him like a trap as the maddening contractions of her passage grew stronger and more frequent. He felt as though his brain was boiling in his skull, he could scarcely think, it was like having a hand gloved in damp satin wringing his cock. He felt an orgasm bubbling up inside of him, impossible to hold back. As his member jumped and throbbed inside of her, she glanced up at him with a salacious expression on her red face.

"Come inside me," she whined, an invitation that was impossible to resist as her salacious request pushed him over the edge. His body tensed as crippling pleasure spread through his him like a fever, his erection pulsing inside of her as it forced out a thick wad of his emission, his partner gasping and quivering as his warmth flooded her.

He gritted his teeth against the ecstasy, pushing into her depths as another rope of his ejaculate left his body, the harsh massage of her slippery tunnel drawing more out of him as she started to come too.

Matt wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as she panted in his ear, every shudder that ran through her tight body chased by a pained gasp or a low mewl that made his heart skip. Her muscles tensed and flexed beneath his fingers, wet with their sweat and fluids, her body convulsing as she wallowed in her climax. Everything around them seemed to fade away, the living room melting like a watercolor painting in the rain until all that was left was them.

Slowly, gradually, they recovered from their shared orgasm. Like climbing out of quicksand, their conscious minds struggled to the forefront, smiles and stifled laughter replacing the moans of pleasure as euphoria inundated them in its sweet glow.

The biker reached up to kiss him, her palm cool against his cheek, her gentle embrace shooting through the haze of his afterglow like a bolt of lightning and triggering one final burst of pleasure. She twitched as she felt his member throb inside of her, Jules finally leaving the warmth of her enticing body as he pulled back.

He slid out of her, her tight passage finally relinquishing its harsh grip on him, and he looked down at her as his lingering erection jumped in the air. She lay spread-eagled on the couch, her previously straight hair now a tangled mess, sweat making her porcelain skin glisten and a mixture of their shared juices leaking from her in sagging strands. Her shapely chest rose and fell, a finger sneaking down to rub her mound, easing out another throb of pleasure that caused her sodden thighs to rub together.