(Thanks to Shawhollow for the edit)
*Loneliness is a disease of the mind and the heart*
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(Right where we left off)
"Mmmm...bedroom," I mumble between Marisol's displays of affection as we roll all over the Man Cave's carpeted floor.
"Sofa," she moans because I've finally maneuvered off her flimsy shirt and won the war with her bra and its frightening capacity to keep her mammary mammaries contained, allowing a stiff nipple the size of the first digit on my pinky into my mouth. "It folds out."
"I don't have condoms on me," I warn her.
"That's okay; I want to get pregnant," she murmurs. In almost any other situation that would flat-line my cock but I swear I could screw this babe naked on a glacier I'm so hot for her.
"Damn," she moans in sympathy to my urges, "you really are raring to go."
"Sorry," I mumble as I work my tongue down her belly and push her tight-ass jeans down. I swear she must paint these things on.
"Not complaining," she muses happily. "It is wonderful to have a young man wanting me this much. It has been so long." What; was my brother blind, deaf, numb and dumb? As an afterthought I give the swell of her belly beneath her navel a good lick -- she tastes fine too.
She is more than content to let me sniff, lick and touch her body while she gives out passive encouragement. She brings out my aggression and eats it up with sensual sighs and giggles that inspire me further. I smother her right leg with kisses all the way down to the top of her foot and then suck on each toe which brings out murmurs of arousal I have only read about before now.
I expand upon what little 'game' I have and remember my brother bragging about some of the babes he's 'banged' over the years to piece together my own burgeoning style. I push Marisol's right leg up, starting my kisses at the heel and working back down her calf to her knee. I have stumbled upon something that drives her wild. Watching her react is like being front row - center seat at the birth of a hurricane.
I take several tantalizing licks along the back of Marisol's knee and she rewards me with her back painfully arched, her breasts expanding and jiggling around with a glistening sheen of sweat acting like icing on the cake. I push her leg farther back as I work toward the buttocks. Marisol is proving to be exceptionally flexible yet again; she takes her ankle and pulls it even with her ear while teasing me with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Pound me baby, pound me," she taunts me as her chest heaves. Primal sexual instincts dispel this ruse, focusing my desire on burning her up with foreplay before finishing her off with penetrations. She's not Claudia who is constant and continuous reward. Marisol is going to be a struggle to propel her to every orgasm. This would be a daunting task if she didn't have so many wonderful facets to energize.
"Yeah baby...I'm ready; do it," she moans louder. I take a bite of her thigh right above the curve of her ass. "Ieee!" she yelps. "That hurts," Marisol moans again. I spank her for good measure.
"Bad Girl," I tease her back, "Don't make Papi angry." That was a joke but Marisol's reaction is anything but; she squeals and squirts a small stream of fluid.
I've got something here; now if I can only remember what Papi means...Father...the guy who tosses snitches and men who touch his daughters into a crate with snakes. Marisol has a Daddy fetish; apparently in a big way. I want to kiss her right butt cheek then take a clue from the book of Claudia and probe her anus with my tongue.
Right off the bat I can tell a serious difference; Marisol's region feels oily smooth and tastes a bit soapy and cleansed. I wrack my mind for what this means. While I'm working that through, Marisol hooks up her left leg and places it in symmetry with the right; pinned back with her hands holding her ankles to her ears. A Plus-sized super gymnast; there are so many questions I want to ask but I'm busy right now.
I move my tongue to the base of her cunt and...hmmm...tastes like cane sugar with a hint of coco-butter -- very exotic and worth diving straight into. I put a finger to her sphincter and it slips in without much resistance so I pull back and insert a second finger along with the first. That's a snugger fit and she appreciates my invasion by rotating her ass playfully.
"Ooohhh...play with me Papi," Marisol moans, "play with La Niña." Kinky; a bit weird for me, at twenty-two, to be going through with a forty year old woman but I'm thinking taboo fantasy, not incest. I take aim and spank her left buttocks hard enough to cause tremors across her butt and thigh.
"Mala Niña," I say gruffly with my best Spanish accent. I hope I'm saying 'bad little girl' but Spanish was a language requirement, not a vocation. It does the job for Marisol though; she's wiggling and undulating all over the place while I go back to delving into her cunt and probing two fingers into anus.
"No Papi estará bien," she pants heavily. She releases her ankles but the legs stay in place which allows her to start squeezing and twisting her engorged nipples. I think she said 'no daddy' but I forget what the rest means. Marisol finds the role-play to be erotic and that's good enough for me. In both ways, Marisol is looser than Claudia -- those must be some toys she's been playing with.
I push a third finger into her butthole (that earns me a squeal) and start off with two fingers into her twat (which elicits a guttural utterance I've never heard a human make before). She still isn't swirling toward a climax so I search for another point of stimulation and it bumps me in the nose; her clitoris. It is somewhat understated within the folds of her labia but once I find it, I make it my bitch, my victim, the source of all my aggression. Bingo!
Marisol sings out in a voluminous litany of Spanish prayers, curses or both. It is beautiful to hear and carries on for some time. Her legs rise to the full vertical but don't fall down on me as I keep working her over -- no; I'm having no mercy on her right now.
"Work it Carlos," she purrs down at me, "Keep it up Lover. You are -- oh -- yessss - very attentive."
"Yum, you are very delicious," I respond. She giggles then rocks her upper body forward, grabbing her buttocks in each hand and opening them wide.
I take that to be a visual invitation to fuck either hole at this point, bypassing the normal verbal request. I get up on my hands and knees and rush over her until we can kiss and my cock dips down to her welcoming cunt. I lower and spread my legs as my cock parts Marisol's labia and is propelled into her depths.
Marisol exhales deeply as her vaginal walls are stimulated by the pulsating veins on my shaft as it penetrates deep. I'm no expert but Marisol's pussy feels like a sexual partner that can go all night long and welcome you back for before, during and after breakfast -- smooth, silky and unquenchably wet. Our hands start to play across each other's bodies once I become comfortable letting Marisol carry my entire weight; she is that strong.
My slow gently gentle strokes aren't enough for Marisol; she starts biting my shoulders and pulling me in harder and faster with her arms around my hips and her legs pressing down on my ass. Even then there is no thunderous orgasm. I'm not in sucky shape but I'm not a marathon runner either and I'd have to be one to break Marisol's sexual barriers down.
Thankfully, Marisol is used to this problem. As my torso and face flush red, and my breathing becomes labored and erratic, Marisol flips me over and begins riding me with celerity in a fluid, low-impact style.
