42 Filthy Fucking Stories (42 page)

Her entire body rocked from Chris pounding, rattling with pleasure. Sarah came over and over again, shocking his cock with constant vibration.
 

Chris’s own release was slower, and much slower than he had imagined. He turned his mind to empty, enjoying the final few moments of wet heat wrapped around his dick, waiting for Sarah’s vibration to cease. She was breathless, but still rasping as she begged him for more. Her constant pleas drove Chris past sanity and all control.
 

He spilled inside her, a full bucket of cum. She fell back into the pillows, screaming, trying to pull more of him into her. They rolled to opposite ends of the bed, sighing in shared satisfaction, before falling into a raging fit of laugher.

“I was nervous about you coming here,” she said, her voice slightly hesitant.

“I was nervous about coming,” he replied, still laughing.

“Was it all you imagined?”

“Are you serious? I couldn’t have imagined that. That shit was unreal. Definitely worth waiting six months for. And your pussy is HOT. No offense, but I didn’t know you could have a baby and be that tight.” He laughed to let Sarah know he was being playful.

She laughed back. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
 

Sarah dragged her fingers from Chris’s chest down to his cock. “So how long do I have you for?”

“Two weeks.”

“Well then, let’s get started,” she cooed, circling her fingers around his softened cock, readying it for round two.
 

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Home From the War: The Letter
 

Lindsey stared out the window, waiting for her husband.
 

The window cast her awkward reflection back at her, dulling her fiery red hair and dimming her azure eyes to an echo of their intensity.
 

She couldn’t bear the torture of waiting for her soldier to return home from the war in the Middle East, be back in her life and back in her bed. She missed everything about him, especially the way he would fuck her. Lindsey’s days spilled into weeks, and then into months – lost in thought; remembering her man as her mind throbbed from the memory and her hungry cunt ached with desire.

It had been nine excruciating months since they last made love. The substitute phone
 
calls and video sex on Skype had been mildly satisfying, but only for a while, and nothing like the real thing.
 

She longed for her solider, ached to have his thick cock throbbing inside of her, to feel the rapid tap of his balls as they slapped the insides of her thighs, while he groaned behind her, fucking her like a dog.
 

And that’s exactly what he would do just minutes after he walked through their front door – which she had left open a few inches, just enough for him to immediately see it as he swung his car into the driveway.
 

They had always gone at it like animals, but this time they would be going at it like two animals separated by too much forest for far too long.
 

Even Lindsey’s breasts harbored a dull ache, longing for his lingering touch. Her solider was never in a hurry with her, even when they were forced to rush. He had a way of undressing her slowly, as though time didn’t matter, slipping the teddy from her body, and gently caressing her nipples with his tongue and lips until she could feel them like buttons pressing against him.
   

The memory of their warm and wet and wonderful sex from so many long months ago soaked her with desire.

Lindsey had no doubt that her soldier was thinking about her most, if not all of the time, he was deployed. And that’s exactly how she wanted it. Lindsey loved to think about him imagining them together, and did everything she could to make sure he always did. She was constantly texting and sending him emails, along with the occasional photo, or impossibly nasty thought.

Lindsey loved to do whatever she could to keep the image of her bare and pink, soft and tender body at the front of her soldier’s mind. If he had to walk through the horrors of combat, he may as well do it with a hard-on, then cover his knuckles with cum each night while thinking of her.
 

Lindsey turned her head from the blurry window to the crack in the door and sighed. The only thing worse than waiting, was waiting for what felt more like forever every day.

Every pore in her body pounded with a dull ache in her soldier’s lingering absence, and it seemed as if each day was teaching her new ways to long for his return. Lindsey imagined running her hand down his entire body, from his strong jawline to the crease where his neck met his shoulders, then down to his chest where she could play with his nipples for long and lingering moments of intense ecstasy.

If only he would come back home.
 

Lindsey even loved his battle scars, and he had several. More since the last time he was deployed. The worst of his new scars was a long purple gash, now mostly healed, which had been caused by an IED.
 
The scar bisected her soldier’s torso, running in a long and ragged valley across his lower torso, all the way from his belly button, past his cock and balls to his thigh. She had cried when she first heard about it, then again when he showed it to her on the computer. She wondered what it would be like to see his newest horrible scar in person.
 

Lindsey shuddered.
 

She imagined her soldier walking through the front door for the millionth time, then pictured what she would do first.

She would drop to her knees and slide her hands both up, then down, his chest, stopping at his stiffened cock, where she would hold it at the base before placing her lips over the tip. Lindsey would smile up at him, meeting his eyes and drinking the intense pleasure of his expressive face as the warmth of her touch sent ripples through his body.

Lindsey heard a sound from somewhere outside, then leaned forward in anticipation, her pussy dripping with the need to feel him inside of her – thick and throbbing, huge and hot.
 

But the sound was nothing.
 

Lindsey leaned back on the couch and sighed.
 

She sat and stared out the window for a few more minutes, then rose from the couch and walked slowly to the kitchen. Dressing for her soldier that morning, Lindsey had put on a short, silky dress with nothing underneath. Walking to the kitchen, she could feel the draft from the floor vents kissing her skirt and blowing it up toward her waist.
 

She remembered the classic image of Marilyn Monroe, standing over street vents as her virginal white dress blew up and around her, while pretending to fight it.

A car door slammed, sending Lindsey back to the front door. She nudged her nose through the crack, then looked to her neighbor’s across the empty street and saw Mrs. Madsen juggling three bags of groceries as she kicked the door of her Accord closed and made her way to her front door.
 

Lindsey sighed again, then leaned against the wall, pussy weeping with anticipation. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait for her soldier. Her hand crept toward the sticky mess between her legs, but she pulled it back before it grazed her fur, longing to save it all for her soldier.
 

She heard footsteps on the walkway and closed her eyes.
 

It was him!

Drawing a deep breath, Lindsey opened the door, shading her eyes against the bright morning sun. He stood before her like an angel, cast in its heavenly glow.
 

He dropped his duffle in the doorway, cast a smile as wide as the corners of his mouth could carry it, then ran into her arms, pulling her tight against his body. Lindsey felt him shaking, swollen with desire, his cock fat with blood the camouflage couldn’t disguise.

“Lindsey,” he whispered, his breath hot.
 

He kissed her long and hard on the mouth. It took Lindsey a long minute to catch her breath, as she pawed at his body, desperately wanting to feel his every inch. She dropped her hands to her side, then retreated a single step, staring into his eyes as she ran her hands again down his body, then across to the throb of his swollen cock, straining like the barrel of a rifle against the stiff fabric of his fatigues.

He leaned down, picked up his duffle, then walked through the threshold of their home, slamming the door shut with his foot. Her soldier dropped the duffle to the floor, then swept her into his arms, and carried her up the narrow winding staircase.

Her fingers splayed onto his shoulders. After months and months of being alone, Lindsey was finally happy, imagining the final climax of their fuckfest, ending how he loved it most – shooting his load all over her lower lips and into the open O of her hungry, waiting mouth.
   

Lindsey had been dreaming about the encounter for months, though it felt like years since minutes turned to hours over weeks without sex.
 

At times, during her soldier’s long deployment, Lindsey thought she might die from frustration; the pain of living, with him so far away, no longer lying beside her as she drifted to sleep each night; not being able to take his cock in her mouth as he slept; never playing with it, or waking him up with sex in the morning when he was always the hardest; and especially, seeing him stare into her eyes as he fucked her over and over again throughout the length of a leisure Sunday.

Her soldier carried her into their bedroom, and laid her at the edge of the bed, studying her body before kneeling on the floor. He slid her dress up her body and past her waist, stopping to stare at her blush colored lower lips.

He lingered, thumbs caressing the crease between her thighs and flat stomach, inhaling her lust as the intensity of their feelings flooded between them.

Lindsey slowly unzipped him, then reached into his pants to caress his cock, before freeing it into the open.

Her soldier smiled, then stood to remove his pants and jacket, and casually tossed them into a pile by the bed. He dropped to his knees again, then slid Lindsey’s dress even further up her body, revealing the flat of her lower stomach.
 

He ran his palms over her breasts, then slid her spaghetti straps low enough for the remaining soft silk to slide down around her waist, and spill her beautiful breasts into the air conditioned crisp.

Her soldier groaned, then bent slightly so he could kiss her along the edges of her pussy. Lindsey went from wet to a soaking wet bucket of desire.
 

She grabbed his hair and pulled him toward her, needing to feel the dart of his tongue inside her. He smothered her thighs with kisses before moving his lips to her clit, exploring her insides and tasting her sweet with the length of his tongue.
 

Her soldier continued to lick her all over, sending Lindsey racing toward climax.

She curled her fingers into his hair and waited for it to happen.

Waves of ecstasy rolled through her body, running from her head to her toes, then crashing up and along the length of her body. Lindsey managed, somehow, to keep her orgasms coming, in wave after wave as she shoved her soldier’s face deeper inside her.
 

Lindsey released a final scream, then fell back onto the bed as her soldier slipped off her dress and added it to the pile on the floor.

To Lindsey’s sex-starved imagination, her soldier’s cock looked as fat as a flagpole. She pulled him toward her, hoping it would feel that large inside. He stared at her for an endless minute, smiled wide, then flipped her to her stomach, ass in the air. He played with her cheeks for several minutes, running his hands over her butt, then underneath her body to tenderize her heaving breasts, swinging freely to meet the warm cradle of his welcoming hands.
 

Lindsey squealed as he jammed his cock all the way inside her, shoving his cock and balls against her as he pushed himself into the primal rhythm of sex.
 

His breath was heavy, rising and falling as he plunged himself in and out of her body, withdrawing nearly all of the way, before slamming inside her again, his fingers splayed across her ass, gently digging into her flesh and caressing her skin.
 

Lindsey felt her soldier’s skin start to burn – hot and moist and fueling the deep intensity of her bottomless arousal. She felt tension mounting in his cock, already over-engorged and growing thicker with his every thrust.
 

As he was about to splatter inside her, Lindsey squeezed her muscles around his meat, unwilling to allow any of him to escape her body.

Her soldier screamed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Then he blasted.

The first spray tickled the back walls of her hot box. The second spray was thicker, slapping the sides of her inner walls, then pouring from her hole, just like the third and fourth and fifth, flooding her inner thighs like spray from a fountain.

The flood was almost too much; his long accumulated cum came pouring from her pussy, no matter how hard she tried to hold it inside her.
 

Her soldier stayed inside her, slowly inhaling and exhaling as he rocked his body back and forth. Never withdrawing, he pushed her toward the center of the bed, then began to thrust into her again, faster and faster, quickly hard as a gun barrel again.