Chapter 7 Story Time
After dinner Dylan showered and played a game on his phone. Tomorrow was Friday and the party, so he could sleep late. When he finished the game, he began looking for a movie to watch. There was a light knock on his door and Mariette bounced in. She was wearing an oversized tee shirt that ended just below her crotch.
"Whatcha' doin'?" She asked as she flopped down on the foot of the bed.
"I was looking for a movie to watch. You want to watch something?"
"I came for a bedtime story," Marietta said. "I want to hear about you and the girl at the store."
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly." She grinned at him.
"You really aren't normal," Dylan said. Marietta just smiled back at him.
"Well, ok, but I don't really know where to start," Dylan said. He felt sort of embarrassed to be sitting there telling Marietta about his encounter with Clare.
"When did you notice her?" Marietta asked. She sat up and crossed her legs, which gave Dylan a clear view of her bright green panties. There was a stirring in his shorts.
"When I first walked in, she was folding shirts of something."
"Describe her," Marietta said.
"Well." Dylan paused to call Clare up in his mind's eye. "She's shorter than you, maybe five-three. She had long honey blond hair and was slim, but muscular."
"Did she have big boobs?" Marietta asked.
"Not really, I mean bigger than yours, but not huge. It was the er, her... nipples they were sort of poking through her shirt in this sexy way."
Marietta stuck her chest out so that her oversized tee shirt tightened over her little mounds.
"You mean like this?"
"Yeah. Just like that," Dylan said staring at her nipples poking through the cloth.
"Ok, how did it start?"
Dylan described how Clare had helped him find the pants and shirt and how she had gone to tuck them in and discovered his erect rod. Marietta uncrossed her legs and Dylan could see her enlarged clit pouching out the front of her panties. His words trailed off for a second as he watched her reach down and run a finger over her button.
"Keep going," Marietta said.
Dylan described how Clare had sucked his cock and then how she pulled down her soaked red panties. Marietta's other hand reached up and pinched her right nipple. Her right hand was making little circles around her engorged clit. Dylan could see a small dark spot of wetness on the crotch of her panties. His cock had risen and was pushing against his boxers.
"Then she turned around, bent over and told me to fuck her quick," Dylan said. Marietta sighed and slipped her hand inside her panties. Dylan could see that the wet spot had grown larger. He stared at Marietta's fingers moving under the thin material of her panties.
"Don't stop," Marietta said. Her voice was husky. She was staring at Dylan's cock, which was standing up straight in his boxers.
Dylan described how he pulled Clare's skirt up, how her backdoor made a perfect little O. Staring at Marietta's fingers, now moving frantically between her legs, he described how he'd bent and run his tongue along her slit.
"How did she smell?" Marietta asked. It came out as almost a moan.
"Strong, but sweet," Dylan answered. Marietta leaned back. Her panties were now dark with her juices and Dylan could hear the soft wet sounds, like a cat licking up milk, as her fingers worked her slit. He began to stroke his rod through his boxers.
When Dylan described how he'd slid into Clare's wet tunnel, Marietta groaned. "She talked the whole time," he added. "Things like, so deep, or fill me up. She wanted me to cum in her so that she could feel my cum in her panties all day."
"Oh God," Marietta moaned. "I think I'm going to cum."
Dylan watched her, fascinated. Her hips lifted off the bed and she began to shake. She threw her head back and gasping. Dylan could see her fingers still moving under her green panties. Which appeared to be even wetter than before.
"Oh, oh," Marietta moaned as she pumped her fingers in and out of her climaxing hole. Dylan could smell the scent of her arousal. He wanted nothing more than to lick the slick spot on her panties.
"Ahhhhhhgggggaaaah," Marietta groaned as another wave shook her.
Slowly her spasms subsided, and she lowered her hips. She opened her eyes and looked at Dylan.
"That was so sexy," Dylan breathed. He squeezed his rock-hard member. Marietta smiled at him. Then she leaned forward and crawled up the bed toward him.
Facing him, she brought her fingers to his nose. Dylan inhaled her delightful scent. Then Marietta reached down and pulled his boxers down exposing his red, throbbing pole. She curled her hand around him and began to slowly stroke him. Dylan moaned.
"I need you inside me," Marietta whispered into his ear. Then she maneuvered her hips forward and pulled the gusset of her soaked panties aside. Very slowly, she lowered herself onto Dylan's pulsing member. He could feel the cold of her wet panties against his leg.
Dylan couldn't stifle his groan of pleasure as Marietta impaled herself on him. Marietta sighed. She pushed herself down filling herself with Dylan's rod. The warm embrace of her wet tunnel felt like haven. Then she began to slowly move in a gyrating pattern, grinding her clit against Dylan's pubic bone. She moaned softly into his ear.
Dylan strained to push back against her, but his sitting position made it difficult. Marietta seemed to sense his need. She came up to a kneeling position, releasing his manhood from her grip. She stripped off her panties and pulled her tee shirt off over her head. Her little brown nipples were as hard and distended as her clit, which stood out clearly among the folds of her meaty labia.
Marietta turned her back to Dylan and then straddled him again, giving Dylan a clear view of her perky, heart-shaped ass. Her thick labia hung down and her gapped and dripping entrance was clearly visible. Taking Dylan's slick pole in her hand she first ran it up and down her slit, pressing it hard against her bean. Then she guided it to her tunnel. Slowly, she pushed herself down onto his rod. She let out a long moan as she slid down onto him. Dylan groaned in response as he watched his cock disappear into Marietta's wet hole. Her little crinkled back entrance, stared back at him.
"Oh, that feels so good," Marietta said, and she began to slide back and forth on Dylan's cock.
Dylan was breathing fast and hard. The view of his cock moving in and out of Marietta's snatch was almost too much for him.
"Oh God," he moaned.
"Don't cum yet," Marietta panted.
Dylan could feel the pressure building. He tried to breath slowly and steadily. He reached out and squeezed the base of his cock in the hopes of keeping himself from exploding in Marietta's pussy. It helped a bit. Her juices were flowing freely and had begun to pool at the base of his rod, and were dripping onto his hand. He took one wet finger and pressed it to her crinkled rosebud.