Jacks Adventures 19 Sienna 03

Sienna was on all fours on the couch and I'd just climbed up behind her. I was fully naked, she was not. Her white bra still held up her tits, her white underwear still rode up between her ass cheeks.

But that was about to change.

I ripped her panties down ("oh shit"), the fabric briefly catching in her butt crack, briefly sticking to her wet pussy. I looked at it strung between her thighs and gripped one of the thin cotton straps and started twisting my fist around in it, watching the material stretch and tighten around her legs. Sienna moaned and shifted slightly backward, pushing her ass and pussy toward me.

I looked at her vagina up close, her small flaps spread open from the pleasure of the last couple hours, everything pink and glistening wet, not a hair to be seen. Then I pushed my face down between her thighs and licked it, from her clit all the way up to her taint. She gasped and I did the same movement twice more, quickly, pushing my tongue firmly between her labia, curling the tip up at the end, moaning with joy at the taste of her. I leaned my head to the side to look up the length of her tight body.

"Your pussy tastes so good."

She flipped her hair to the other side of her head, looked back at me with a level gaze, and pushed her butt back against my face.

"Keep going."

I smiled and obliged, turning my head back between her thighs and immediately attacking her vagina with my tongue, licking it up and up and up in voracious strokes. Sienna started moaning non-stop, and her already wet pussy started to soak. I collected a load of juices on the end of my tongue and dragged it up the outer edges of her labia, closer to the meat of her thigh. I then zeroed in on her clit, flicking it quickly with my tongue, and she gasped and started gyrating her hips against my face. I tried to follow her pussy while she did this but it kept eluding me, so I wrapped an arm around her thighs to hold her still and started dragging the flat of my tongue up over her clit over and over again. She shrieked, all her muscles quivering under my grasp.

"Eat my fucking pussy," she said, her voice breathy, "you're so fucking good, don't stop."

I zig-zagged up her vulva, pushing her labia aside, letting my tongue drag across her hole. I zig-zagged back down, no subtlety to my movement, letting my head turn with my tongue, letting it be sloppy, letting my own saliva mix with everything coming out of her, moaning and grunting all the while, wanting to turn her on with my commitment. And it was working, every little shift in movement or rhythm causing her to gasp and yell, "Yes, right there, right fucking there."

I pulled my mouth away and replaced it immediately with a finger, pushing it deep into her pussy. I started running it in and out quickly against her upper ridge, feeling the tight grip of her walls. She'd dropped down to her elbows, had her head turned back toward me, kept running a hand up through her blonde hair, shaking it out as she pushed it back over her head, it growing more and more in volume, more and more tousled.

"Everything you're doing is so good," she said. "Your mouth, your finger, all of it, fuck, don't stop."

I jammed my face up under my hand and flicked her clit with my tongue as I kept pumping my finger in and out of her. She shrieked and whined, and I responded by removing my finger, pulling her butt cheeks apart with my hands, stretching out her pussy and her asshole. My fingers were now resting inside her crack right next to her rim, and I resumed licking up the entire length of her vagina.

"Oh my god," she said, "yes, please, play with my ass, play with my fucking ass."

I almost laughed out loud, loving how much she was talking, and I pushed a finger against her butthole. She cursed and her body shook, her hands flapping across the couch, gripping the cushions. I started moving the tip of my finger around her rim and she let out her loudest cry yet, ripped a blanket off the back of the couch and pulled it toward her face and bit down on it, and started moaning and crying into it as I licked her pussy and played with her asshole.

I was growing harder, turned on by her energy, wanting so badly to be hard enough to fuck her. I stood up off the couch and she looked up at me in shocked, devastated surprise. But I'd already mounted the couch again by her waist, pushed her over onto her side, and laid down in the opposite direction, my face near her pussy and my cock near her mouth. I shoved one arm under her and wrapped the other over the top of her and grabbed both of her butt cheeks and pulled them apart roughly, pushing a couple fingers against her asshole now. She cocked her upper leg to give my mouth better access to her pussy, but before I could put my tongue back on it she'd taken my half-flaccid dick completely in her mouth, wrapped her lips around the very base, and started sucking on it voraciously, throwing her head backward and forward, stretching it out, running her tongue all around it. I moaned and cursed and pushed a finger roughly into her asshole and buried my nose and mouth in her pussy. Her hands came around my butt as well, and one started playing with my rim, and the other pushed between my thighs and fondled my ball sack. We stayed here for a glorious few minutes, just devouring each other, her pussy soaking wet around my face, my cock growing harder and harder in her mouth.

When I was fully hard again, she popped off of me, and said, "You're so big, holy shit."

I pulled my face out of her pussy, said, "You want this big cock in your pussy?"

She groaned. "Yes."

I stood up off the couch, turned her onto her knees, and jumped into the space between her legs. She shoved her butt up in the air, rose onto her hands, and looked back at me, her hair a wild mess above her head. Her panties were still wrapped tight around her thighs, her bra still on. I looked at her vagina, piled with juices, and my achingly hard cock pointing toward it. I put one hand around her tight waist, held my dick by the base, and pushed it into her pussy.

"Oh my god," she said.

I slid deep into her, her vagina incredibly tight but currently so wet that I met no resistance. Her body lurched forward, her butt cheeks clenching, and I grabbed her waist with both hands and held her firm, and stepped forward on my knees to bring my hips closer to her ass and push myself fully into her, bury my cock almost to the base. She cried out, her body involuntarily shuddered, and she looked back at me wildly. I reached forward and grabbed her bra strap with a hand and pulled it back toward me and started grinding my hips against her ass in a circle, dragging my dick around her walls. She moaned and dropped her head forward, and I looked down her skinny back and waist to where my hips pushed against her ass cheeks. I held her bra strap firm, pulled my hips back, took about half my cock out of her pussy, and drove it back into her. Our bodies slapped together and she shrieked, and I did it again, in a firm deliberate motion, before picking up speed, slap, slap, slap, my cock thrusting deep into her over and over again.

"Holy. Shit," she said, her head lifted up, her jaw clenched tight, my thrusts punctuating her words. "Holy. Shit. Your cock. Feels. So. Good."

I let go of her bra strap and it slapped loudly against the skin on her back. I kept myself buried in her and stepped up onto my feet, and reached forward and wrapped my hands around her chin and pulled her head up and back. Her back arched downward, her neck arched back, and she tried to look at me upside down, her eyes straining toward the top of her head. I started thrusting from here, driving the entire length of my cock vertically down into her, my balls slapping up under her pussy with each drop of my cock. She started laughing, a rough guttural sound, my hands holding her jaw tight.

"Can you handle it?" I said.

She just kept laughing through gritted teeth, wearing a savage smile, her face flushed red.

"Can you fucking handle it?"

"Barely," she managed to bark out.

"Did Trent ever fuck you like this?"

She shook her head as much as she could under my grip. I let her chin drop but moved my hands to her hair, gripped bunches of it and pulled back tightly, keeping her face lifted upward.

"Yes, pull my fucking hair," she said, able to talk freely again, relishing it. "Pull it, fucking hold it tight and fuck me."

I pulled back harder, her neck arching even further back, her back arching further down in front of me, and she laughed and moaned. My cock kept dropping deep into her tight pussy, splitting her in half. She grunted and whined with each thrust, until she let out a long, extended moan and her body started to shake.

"Fuck!" she yelled.

I let go of her hair and she gasped and groaned as her head and shoulders fell forward in relief. With my cock still inside her I dropped back down to my knees, reached forward and quickly undid her bra. I then reached under her to grab it from the front, pulled it down and off, and it landed in a pile on the couch around her wrists. I wrapped an arm across her naked tits and pulled her torso upward and hugged her body from behind, my cock angled up into her pussy. We looked sideways at each other, my chin over her shoulder, her body still shuddering. Her face was flushed red and sweaty, her makeup slightly smeared, strands of hair hanging around her face.

"I think I've had like three orgasms," she said.

I dropped my arm off her breasts and brought one hand to each of them. We both looked down at them as I lifted them up, as I pushed them together, loving their weight in my hands, closer to d-cups than c-cups, her areolae medium-sized and brown.

"Do you like my tits?" she said.

"I love your tits," I said, massaging them in a circle.

"They weren't big enough for Trent."

"He's insane."

"He wanted me to get implants."

"Insane."

I leaned in and kissed her and she kissed back, and we made out like this for a bit, our bodies pressed together, my front into her back, my dick still buried deep in her pussy. Then I dropped one hand down between her legs, found her clit, and started lightly rubbing it in a circle. She moaned and giggled, and her body shook a little more.

"Do you wanna call him?" I said.

"What?"

"Trent."

Her eyes opened wide, confused.

"Call him?"

"Uh-huh."

"Now?"

"Uh-huh."

She looked puzzled only a few seconds longer. Then, realization dawned across her face.

"Hell yeah I wanna call him."

I let go of her, slid out of her, and she stumbled off the couch and toward her dining room table. I watched her perfect round ass and her skinny tan legs the entire way, and when she grabbed her phone and turned back around I stared at her incredible tits. They had a wonderful heft to them, hanging slightly off to each side, but were still full and perky. I stood up off the couch and walked over to her, and her eyes rose from her phone to my cock, swinging with each step.

She lifted the phone to her ear, I reached her, and she took my dick in her hand and started stroking it in long twists, smiling to herself. I stood there quietly, could hear the phone ringing on the other end of the call. And then, very faintly, a voice.

"Hello?"

"Hi babe!" Sienna said brightly, looking up at me. Her hand kept twisting up and down my shaft, sliding over her own juices.

"Hey," said the other voice stiffly. "I'm a little busy at the moment."

Sienna pouted. "Oh that's a shame, I was feeling a little horny."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Sienna hopped up onto the edge of the glass table, spread her legs, and pulled my cock toward her soaking wet pussy.

"I'm at work," Trent said.

Sienna and I watched the head of my cock push against her hole, watched it slide in, watched my girth stretch her out again. Her mouth opened wide in a silent gasp, the corners of her lips curled up in an ecstatic smile. When I was buried deep inside her I lifted my hands to her tits, picked them up and pushed them together, leaned in and ran my tongue back and forth between her nipples. Sienna stared at me, her mouth still hanging open in the same shape.

A "Hello?" came from the phone.

"Sorry, babe," Sienna said, "I'm just very disappointed in you."

I withdrew my cock halfway and plunged it back into her. Sienna let out a soft moan.

"What was that?" Trent said.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Are you...you know?"

"What?"

"You know."

"I don't know."

"...working yourself?"

She laughed. "It's called masturbating, babe. Jesus."

"Are you masturbating?"

"I said I was horny."

She took the phone from her ear, put it on speakerphone, and laid it flat on the table. She leaned backward onto her elbows, her lower back coming into contact with the glass surface, and wrapped her legs loosely around my butt. I reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair again, and pulled her head forward roughly on her shoulders. She gasped, staring at me, her eyebrows peaking up her forehead, her chin close to her chest.

"I'm in the middle of a meeting," I heard Trent say. "Maybe we could do this later?"

I pulled my hips back, half my cock emerging shiny from her tight pussy, and thrust forward again. Sienna let out an exaggerated, gasping shriek.

"Fuck, honey, I'm so horny," she said, her voice whiny and breathy, like a dude's idea of what a horny woman sounds like.

"You said."

I thrusted forward again and Sienna moaned and giggled.

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

"No!" Sienna said. "Don't."

I started thrusting faster and faster, running my cock deep into her pussy. Her mouth was hanging open loosely, one of her eyes compressed in a squint, my hand still gripping her hair and holding her head forward.

"You're a child," Trent said.

"And you have a tiny dick."

Sienna immediately threw a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, shocked at what she'd just said. I almost burst out laughing, but managed to maintain my silence, and leaned forward and started massaging her breasts as I started fucking her faster.

"...what did you say." Trent's voice had taken on a hint of menace.

"Just a joke, I love your dick."

"A joke."

"Uh-huh!" Her voice pitched up at my cock touching some part deep inside of her. "Irony."

"You're not doing a good job of convincing me you're not a child."

The tight walls of her pussy were doing wonders for my cock, and I was close to an orgasm. I nodded down toward my dick, mouthed I'm close. Sienna nodded, and said, to me, out loud, "Come on my face."

"What?" The volume of Trent's voice jumped multiple decibels.

My mouth fell open in surprise, I shrugged to say sure why not, and pulled my dick out of Sienna. She grabbed her phone, slid down off the table onto her knees, and held the phone next to her ear, still on speakerphone, as I started jacking off, my dick pointed right at her gorgeous tan face.

"I said, come on my face," she said.

"What does that mean?"

My orgasm was swelling, looking at her tits, her expectant eyes, her devious smile. I nodded, and worked my cock faster and faster.

"Sorry, I was talking to someone else."

"Someone else?"

Pleasure exploded through my body and I came. I cursed loudly, breaking my silence, and cum shot out of my dick, landing in thick ropes up Sienna's cheeks and forehead, landing in her wild hair. She gasped and giggled and smiled, and some landed in her mouth, across her teeth.

"What is going on!" Trent's voice was cracking.

I kept working my cock, getting everything out of it, as Sienna ran her tongue around her lips, pushing my cum around.

"A guy with a big dick just came all over my face."

"Hey there," I said.

"What!" Trent said, almost screaming.

My cock was finally empty, and Sienna and I just looked at each other, on a complete high.

"His cum tastes so good," she said. "And he fucked me so good. Made me come like six times."

"This is an absurd joke."

"Not a joke, babe. I think this is our last conversation. Bye!"

"Don't-"

But Sienna had hung up. She tossed her phone back on the table with a clatter, then reached up and took my cock in both her hands and started twisting it in long strokes.

"You're incredible," I said.

"Glad you think so," she said. "I suddenly have a lot more time on my hands."

She pushed my dick up and leaned in and licked across my balls. I watched her cum-covered face work, and wished I was hard enough to fuck her again.

"Should we go golfing again next week?" I said.

"Let's not think about next week just yet."

I lifted my arms over my head, she took my cock lovingly back in her mouth, and I let myself fully enjoy the present.