Callie and Marcus kissed and he left our apartment. She walked into our bedroom and I followed her.
Callie laid back and spread her legs and motioned to me with her pointer finger to come to her. I crawled between her legs and licked her thigh. It tasted sweaty and sweet. I worked my way to her pussy with my tongue. I dug in with my tongue and I tasted a mixture of her pussy juices, sweat from dancing, and Marcus' cum. I opened my mouth fully and devoured her creamy pussy and moved upward to her clit.
She began talking loudly to me.
"It was so hot. We were grinding on the dance floor. I could feel it. He was so strong. So big. His arms. His chest. His cock."
I dug into her clit harder with my tongue. I inserted two fingers. Normally I only insert one, but she was loose and very wet.
She grabbed the back of my head and said, "When we went to the bathroom. He propped me on the sink and filled me so deep. It was was so big. He hit spots.."
I licked harder and faster in circles. She grabbed my head harder and I felt her body tense up and then convulse. She screamed, "yes. yes. Yeeeees."
"Get on me and fuck me hard," she demanded.
I climbed on and slipped my dick right into her. It felt so swollen, wet and loose. I began pounding her. She was screaming.
"Oh god. Yes. Give it to me. Fuck me."
I was on edge, but trying to make it last. I gave my hardest and best for a few minutes, and she was ready for a break. I knew this because she yelled, "harder. Try to reach as deep as Marcus did. He hit spots you never will. With his big cock. Try harder cuckold.
And I came. I came harder than I have in years. I exploded deep in her pussy.
She pushed me off of her and stood up. I knew what she wanted, so I rolled over onto my back. She stood over my face and dripped a fresh mixture of cum and pussy juices into my mouth. I reached down and started jerking off. She sat down on my face, smothering me with her pussy and ass. I couldn't breathe, but I could lick and taste. I jerked harder and harder, faster and faster.
I came again into my hand with a small spurt of cum shooting onto my chest.
She climbed off of me and said, "I love you baby," as she walked toward the bathroom.
I told her that I love her too and I passed out from mental and physical exhaustion
The following morning I woke up rock hard and she was laying next to me looking at her phone.
"Good Morning, baby," I said softly to her.
Surprised, she said, "Oh hey. I'm just reading a text that Marcus sent to me."
"Oh? Good or bad?"
"It is hot...maybe you should go down on me and I'll read it to you."
I climbed down between her legs and started licking her thighs and then her pussy. It tasted sweet, sticky, sweaty and dirty. She didn't shower last night.
"Wow. what a night! I knew you would be a sexy fuck, but I had no idea you were so kinky. Plus your cuck."
I started licking deeper, tonguing her hole before working up to her clit.
"Yes, keep licking there," she commanded. "Plus your cuck. My big dick is so hard right now. I wish I would have came in you again instead of his mouth. That tight pussy was so good."
She grabbed my head. "I need his big dick again!" She yelled it again as she came and pushed me to the side. "I didn't shower last night. I wanted his cum to remain on my body today until I see him again."
"When are you going to see him again?" I asked.
She sat on me inserting my cock in her, looking down at me. She leaned over and looked me in the eyes, "anytime I want, cucky" and she slowly spit into my mouth. I devoured her spit like I did her lovers cum.
She sat back and began rubbing her clit while my cock was lost inside her loose and used pussy. It was tighter than the night before, but still felt swollen and open.
Rubbing her clit now with two hands ferociously, she repeated like a mantra, "twice the size of yours. Twice the size of yours. TWICE THE SIZE OF YOURS!"
And we came simultaneously together.
She climbed off of me and laid next to me.
"Monday feels like forever. I don't know if I can wait that long to see him again."
"You should text him back then," I said.
"We'll see. I don't want to seem too eager."
The rest of the day, we had our normal plans of running errands, going to the market, doing some mall shopping, taking a long walk in the park and getting dinner. We weren't sure where to go, so we went back to the brewery where she ran into Marcus.
We sat at the bar and ordered drinks and got some food from the food truck outside. Next to Callie was a slender woman with a dark vibe. She had dark hair, and tall, and was wearing all black. She wasn't necessarily goth, but she had a certain darkness to her. Her eye makeup was particularly dark, which brought about her blue eyes. I was looking at her finger nails and admiring the dark red tone when she struck up a conversation with Callie. They made small talk and the woman left. I didn't hear much of what was said because of the bar noise and the music.
"She seemed interesting," I said.
"Yeah, we were trying to figure out how we knew each other."
