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I lowered myself until I was squatting. Carefully, I twisted around, swinging my far foot around while maintaining contact with the foot with the other. I lowered myself onto one knee and dropped my hand onto the foot. It felt warm and remained in place. My fingers slid over the top while my thumb explored the inside of the arch, then rubbed the sole from the heel to the balls of the foot.
Okay, so she wants to play? I put my right knee on the floor for stability and searched for the other foot. When I found it, I rubbed it too. Soon, I wanted more and moved up to the ankles and beyond. There was no resistance or hint of rejection. Her legs felt nice and I remembered how long and tanned they looked, all the way until they disappeared under that short fuck-me dress.
I moved up to the knees, swirled my hands around them, building the courage to go farther. Onto thighs now but staying close to the knees. Fuck she was hot, playing possum like this. Not a whisper of encouragement but no discouragement either. I pushed higher, felt the hem of her fuck-me dress, rubbed my thumbs across its border, then slid under it.
Her legs moved then, closing. I tried to twist her body around. I wanted to feel the back of her thighs, to push my hands onto those rolling buttocks my father had admired so intensely. She resisted and, try as I might, I couldn't shift her. I stopped trying and she stopped resisting. I slid my hands further inside her dress but she pulled her knees up toward herself and her hands grasped my wrists, preventing further progress.
So what now? Was this just more cock-teasing? I tried to push my hands deeper under her dress but her hands rose to thwart the effort. Fuck! What was she playing at?
I tried to withdraw my hands but hers switched allegiance and to prevent their retreat. Was she teasing or did she really not know what she wanted? I pulled harder and broke away but only withdrew to her knees, slipped underneath and gradually pushed her legs back towards her. When they were bent and spread in a position that would have allowed an uninhibited view of a lewdly displayed crotch if it wasn't pitch black, I threw myself forward and down. My aim was perfect. My mouth latched onto her swollen mound and opened wide to cover as much of her panty-covered lips as I could manage.
A muffled, "Ohhhh," was just reward and a sufficient indication that I had caught her completely off guard. I munched, sliding my hands down from her knees to the middle of her thighs, just high enough to keep them back and her mound thrust forward and up against my mouth. I chewed and licked. Soon, despite her awkward position, she rolled her hips, trying to get more of her pussy into my mouth. I drew away, just to tease her. My hands slid back up to her knees and pressed them against the elevator wall, angling her pussy up and making it harder for her to move.
Using my tongue, I found the edge of her panties and nudged them aside, then pushed my tongue between her lips. She squiggled, gleefully, though no sound accompanied her joy. I flicked my tongue, pushed it around, slowly and then vigorously, licked, pulled out and kissed mound, flicked the little spot on top, then pushed my tongue back into her slit as thickly as I could.
I repeated this over and over and over. She was so into it—I could tell by the involuntary nature of the squiggles and gasps—that I was surprised when she tried to stop me from removing her panties. But I was onto her game. I relented as soon as she tried to stop me but after she lost herself in my licking, squiggly tongue, I renewed the attack.
It wasn't long before I had her panties over her knees. With a quick jerk, I pulled them of her feet and immediately re-pinned her knees to the wall and pressed my crotch against her upturned butt. She froze as soon as she felt the naked skin of my loins, only then discovering that I had managed to push my shorts down while going down on her.
My shaft lay in the groove between her lower lips. I pulled back until the head pressed on her slit and tried to raise up high enough to angle it down far enough to push in, but couldn't. I tried again to no avail. Her hand appeared from nowhere once more and her fingers circled my cock, then guided it into her slit. I pushed into its mushiness.
Oh, sweet heaven. Slick and wet, I kexpected, but I hadn't realized how warm it would be. What a hot pussy. So much better than my girlfriend's. I got onto my feet and, crouching over her, pushed deeper.
What a surprise to meet so much resistance. She was even tighter than my girlfriend, years her junior and very inexperienced. Was Ramone's cock so small? Her walls clasped my shaft and I resisted the urge to just slam in.
Slowly, Ryan, push it in slowly.
Oh, it was so sweet feeling her acclimatize to something bigger than she was used to. To know that I was a bigger man added to the tingling sparkling around my cock, as if her palpitating, slick muscle could possibly be outdone.
It seemed to take forever but eventually I was buried to the root. I pulled out as slowly as I could and pressed in again, trying to re-enter just as slowly but she was slicker and more yielding. So too on the third and fourth stroke but then her resistance leveled off and I was moving steadily in and out trying not to gasp my pleasure too loudly.
I was so hard, she felt so fucking fantastic. Elaine didn't feel anything like this. I could fuck her for a long time now unless I imagined doing it with someone who would let me take her like this. Elaine was real straight and I always had the feeling she was waiting for it to be over.
But this woman was really into it. Already, she was throwing her pussy up to meet me. Each time I pulled out I held back before plunging back in and she would push up. I paused longer and longer and she shoved her cunt onto my cock harder and harder. I let go of her knees and slipped my hands around her thighs to grab her tits but her dress was still on. I tried to pull it off her shoulders but her hands appeared again to stop me. I couldn't grab them and ended up circling her throat instead.
I lunged into her hard and she responded. One hand slipped onto her shoulder and the other pushed her face sideways against the floor. I fucked harder and her pussy squeezed around the whole length of my shaft, clutching it so hard I had difficulty pulling back to initiate the next thrust. I had never held a woman this way, had never treated one so roughly, and was surprised by her positive response and by how much I liked it. I slammed into her with increased gusto.
I lost it. I was already starting to come and tried to stop it, not wanting this fuck to ever end. I gripped her head harder as if that would help but that only made it worse. I lost all restraint and hammered her pussy like a maniac.
Take this, take it, take it!
My hands flew up to grasp her thighs and I pulled her away from the wall. I folded myself over her, squatting, pulling her up to meet me as I spurted inside her, groaning, coming too soon, way too soon!
It was over. She slipped off me and away into the darkness. I fell back, spinning and reeling onto my ass, flinging onto my back, suddenly exhausted. The floor was cold. I threw an arm over my face, exhilarated and disappointed all at the same time. What a fuck!
She was against my side, snuggling. That's what Elaine did which surprised me. If she wanted it over so quickly why did she want to snuggle? Her arm curled across my chest and she kissed my shoulder as her knee slid over my thigh. Her hand trailed along my stomach and onto my far thigh, then traced a path up the nearer one, back onto my stomach and down to my flaccid cock.
Shit! I may be bigger, but I'm quicker too.
I sighed.
The fingers tickled down the vein on the underside of my limp dick and onto my balls.
I wish I could, lady, but I can't.
I willed my cock to get hard but it was no use. It was hard enough to get Elaine to do it once so my body was drilled never to expect a second go. It did feel nice, though. Her fingers were so soft and delicate.
She leaned over me and let her hair dangle onto my chest, then dragged it down until it tickled my cock and balls.
Ahh, that was nice, very nice.
She swept her hair back and forth over my cock long enough for it to finally dawn on me that this woman hadn't gotten off. I had left her hanging. I tried to get up and turn toward her so I could finish the job with my tongue but she pressed me back onto the floor.
Suddeny, her hand was on my balls, cupping them, then sliding up the shaft, fingers closing around it as they progressed up to the tip. She squeezed it and let her thumb rub over the top, then jacked it down to the root, stretching the skin tight over my shaft. She held it down like that, making it feel raw and exposed. Just when I thought her hand was about to rise again, she dropped her head and took my cock into her mouth.
Oh, fuck. That was so sweet.
Warm, slick saliva surrounded the head of my dick. Her head pushed down, taking more into her mouth. Sometime in the past few seconds I had become hard. She pulled up, tongue swirling around the head, then pushed down, deep, lips nibbled around my root, then drew up, slowly, lips clutching, mouth sucking, all the way to the tip. Back and forth several like that, many times, and then suddenly, she pulled her mouth off with a loud, sucking pop. That was as much as I ever got from Elaine. More, in fact. I sighed, expecting it her to stop and wishing she wouldn't.
She spit on my cock!
I convulsed in surprise, my head rising six inches off the floor, and tried to see what she was doing but it was too dark. My neck was at full crane when her mouth eveloped my cockhead and sunk down my shaft. My head bobbed precariously in response to the exquisite sensations. She drew her mouth up and down slowly, as she had done before, then pulled off and spit on my cock again. Back onto it, going deeper with each suck until her lips closed around the root and nibbled before her tongue reached out to lick my balls!
I thrust upward and felt a muffled, amused response that was quickly followed by a succession of short bobs and then a prolonged deep one with soft fingers tickling and scratching the underside of my balls. My cock was suddenly bare in the cold air, warmed by more spit, and then her mouth was on me again, going deep right away, really deep. Sucking bobs followed, wet, slimy, slick ones that filled the room with long series of squelching sounds until her mouth popped off again.
This time there the glorious sound of spitting didn't follow.
Her knee slid across me. My cock was grabbed roughly, held upright, then plunged into a slick abyss. As her cunt swallowed me whole I wondered how she had lost her initial tightness. God, I was already in her to the root. I tried to fuck up into her but she pressed her hands onto my chest and I stopped.
She remained still, and so did I, for a minute or two, maybe even three. It seemed like a long time. Then, she started moving, tiny, barely perceptible movements, more like just squeezing, really. Then, like an old fashined train pulling away from a station, she humped me me faster and faster, squeezing harder each time, as if each impalement goaded her on the way each thrust had done for me.
She was fucking me hard, the way I had fucked her. I let her take me. It was her turn. I didn't move until she was really fucking into it and then all I did was reach up to grasp her tits through the fuck-me dress she was still wearing. I squeezed and massaged them roughly. She arched her back and rubbed them against my hands. It was harsh and coarse and, from our groans and moans, we both loved it.
I mauled her tits mercilessly as she jackhammered my cock with a frenzy that matched the treatment I had inflicted upon her pussy. When she hunched over my chest, I knew she was close. Her breath was a series of uncoordinated rasps and her lunges were slower but extremely harsh, almost tearing my cock off my body.
Lunge, lunge…lunge, lunge, desperate gasps, then she stopped, chest heaving on mine, collapsing, lying atop me, slipping off my still hard cock and falling to the side, rolling away, not cuddling this time. She was done, exhausted, just like I had been when I had finished with her.
I lay quietly, recovering my breath and listened to her trying get control of hers. Silence gradually took over the room until I could hear the breathing of the other people in the elevator.
I turned and collided with her back as she turned away from me at the same time. I put my arm around her waist and spooned her but she tried to push me away. I knew she was right. If we fell asleep like that and the lights came on, everyone would wake up and Ramone would see us. It was stupid but I persisted and she was too exhausted to resist. My cock was too hard now to simply return to my side of the elevator.
Several minutes went by before I spooned her more tightly. She seemed to be asleep already. I pressed my cock into her backside. I was getting harder at the though of pressing into her behind. I twitched but she didn't react so I did it again, then again and again. I slid her dress higher and she didn't resist so I pressed my cock into her butt more firmly. No response, but when I tried to twist her forward onto her stomach, she resisted. I pushed her harder and she protested more strongly but I forced her onto her stomach. I pushed her dress up. She tried to push up from the floor but I squashed her down. She tried to close her legs but I used my feet to spread hers apart.
We became still, me lying on top of her, my cock lodged between her legs. I tried to angle it into her cunt but she squiggled, denying me. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, then surrounded her throat with the other. It was a gambit. She seemed to like the rough stuff so it was worth a try.
I pushed my cock against her slit and she squiggled again but this time the end result was insertion. I shoved, sliding my cock through the slick, collapsed walls. God, I loved her clasping cunt and I loved the way she let me take it. My loins pressed against her ass, her gorgeous, plush, rolling ass. I grunted and jammed into her, squishing her buttocks, then again and again. She grunted in response each time. Yeah, she likes it a little rough, just like I do, I guess.
I jammed my cock into her from behind, tossing long, hard lunging thrusts into her. The minutes flew by and still I didn't tire, nor did I feel in any danger of coming prematurely. It felt like I could fuck her forever and she was responding now like that's just what she wanted me to do.
Yeah, baby. I love fucking you like this.
I pulled her hips up until she was on her knees but when she tried to get up on her hands, I pushed her shoulders down to the floor. I got onto my feet and, squatting, started digging into her.
Oh yeah, baby. Like a caveman!
I loved doing her like this, banging into her, gouging her pussy with my cock. I plowed her like that for some time and then, tiring, got back onto my knees. I pulled her up from the floor and held her by the elbows as I fucked her. I waddled forward until I heard her head thump and pressed her against the elevator wall. I banged her really hard, using my hand to press her face flat. Somehow, that made the fucking even better.
I rattled her hard, pulled her back until she fell forward ont the floor again, found her hands, and pulled them back to hold her in place for another pounding. After a minute of that I pulled her up and mashed her against the wall again. This time, I rammed into her until I was done. She gasped and fucked back at me just as hard and came too, squeezing my cock as it emptied inside her. I had never produced so much cum.
When I was finished, I pulled out and fell back onto the floor where I sat until I was able to move. I swept my hands around until I found my shorts and pulled them on but when I stood up to finish the job I stumbled. Disoriented in the dark, I stood still for several seconds, suddenly afraid of bumping into and waking Ramone.
Was the best piece of ass I'd ever had worth a knife in the gut? I listened until I could hear breathing, then yanked my shorts up and moved away from the source until I found the opposite wall. There, I sank to the floor. Exhausted, I was asleep in minutes.
*****
My eyes fluttered open. The emergency lights were back on, dim, but to my eyes, too bright. I turned my away and looked along the floor. I was facing one of the elevator doors and nobody was between it and me. I heard rustling behind me and fear flashed through me. I didn't know which side of the elevator I was on, ours or theirs. I raised my head and twisted my groggy head to look over my shoulder.
Thank God.
Mom was sitting with her back toward me, dress unzipped enough to show her spine as she rocked from one buttock to the other, tighten her stockings. Satisfied they were snugly in place, Mom reached behind to zip up her dress but uncharacteristically fumbled with the zipper. I sat up and turned to help her, putting my hand over hers just as she finally managed to prod the zipper into movement above the dark brown slip that matched the dress. Mom twisted and impatiently brushed my hand away.
I looked across at Nita who was watching with obvious amusement. Had Nita said something while I was still asleep or, worse, had Mom heard us last night? The smirk on Nita's face provided no clues. Mom seemed mad at me. What else could it be?
Nita stood up and smoothed the tight dress over her thighs. I don't know what it was made of but surprisingly, given what had happened last night, it wasn't even wrinkled. Moreover, I couldn't see where I'd torn it on the front. The damage must have been more minor than I'd thought or maybe it was hidden by the crossover wrap that emphasized the outline of her sexy breasts.
The main lights turned on and the elevator lurched. Ramone was caught crouching on his feet, about to get up, and spilled back onto the floor.
"Jesus, fucking Christ," he yelled.
Flashing him a disgusted look, Mom tried to get up but lost her balance too. I jumped to my feet and extended a hand but she ignored it and stood up on her own. Nita laughed. Mom turned and walked to the door through which we had entered and pressed the button marked "1". The elevator sprang into action.
We all clustered behind Mom. The doors opened and we were looking out onto a long hallway with the light of day beyond glass doors in the distance. Without a word, Mom stalked out of the elevator, heels clicking louder that Nita and Ramone's had the night before. Nita cocked her head at me and smiled. I rushed to catch up to Mom. Nita's heels clacked on the floor behind me.
We passed by several people dressed in hospital greens but only one gave us even a passing glance. Without hesitation, Mom pushed through the glass doors and out onto the street. I caught the door just before it closed and hurried to catch up, not bothering to hold it for Nita who was right behind me.
Mom had waved down a cab and it stopped about twenty feet up the street. I ran and caught up just as she got in the back seat. If I hadn't got there in time, I think she would have told the driver to leave. I looked back at Nita, the woman with whom I'd had the best sex of my life. Would I ever see her again? Would I ever have sex like that again?
Nita was talking to Ramone. He seemed confused but then started to laugh. They both turned to look at us. They were both laughing.
I got in the car, and we sped away.
