The Predator Ch 02 2

I was surprised not at all when I woke with her nuzzling at my neck, her arm across my belly. I didn't move, pretending to sleep, wondering what she would do. As I expected, she got more aggressive when I didn't "wake." Soon she had my cock in her hand, squeezing gently as I got hard.

"That's my good girl," I said, still not opening my eyes or moving, "take what you want."

She froze for a moment, absolutely still, not even breathing.

"It's okay, Doris," I said, "you know what you want. Go after it."

She finally moved, squirmed around, and kissed me.

"Do you mean that David?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "what do you want?"

"It's kind of embarrassing," she said which made me chuckle.

"Honey," I said, "I know about your choice of underwear. NOW you're worried about being embarrassed?"

She giggled.

"Would you," she started and then got a fit of the giggles.

I waited her out, my fingers finding her hair and stroking her.

She took a deep breath and started again.

"Would you, you know," and she giggled a little again, "use your mouth, please? No man ever did that for me."

I smiled. God, these small-town women were so unimaginative.

"You want me to go down on you?" I asked.

"Oh God," she sort of moaned, "is that what you call it?"

"Yep," I said.

"Then yes," she said, and her voice caught a little.

"Doris," I said, my eyes still closed, "I told you, take what you want. Don't ask, tell."

"Oh God," and there was that moan again, "I don't think I can do that."

"Okay," I said and rolled onto my side away from her.

"David," and as soon as she said my name I knew I had won, "I want your mouth."

I rolled back, propped my chin on my hand, and said, "What do you want with it."

"You know," she said."

"Nope," I said, flashing The Grin now, I leaned over and kissed her, "you have to say the words."

And she grinned back.

"David," she said, "I want you to use your mouth on my pussy and make me cum."

This time I smiled, leaned over, kissed her, and whispered in her ear, "promise me you won't hold back."

She moaned again, deep in her throat, and the WtE translated as "ohshit."

I waited.

"God help us both," she said, her hands on my cheeks now, her eyes boring into mine, "I promise," and she kissed me and then said, with a giggle, "get down there, boy."

I kissed her quickly, said, "good girl," and squirmed down the bed.

Her belly was big enough that it took quite a bit of energy to push it out of the way and her thighs were thick enough that they covered her up as well. I pushed her knees apart, finally catching a glimpse. And I understood why she had been so tight. Her lips were so full, so fat, that her pussy was just a very tight slit.

It was an interesting pussy now that I could see it up close and personal. That thick mat of hair on her mons ended abruptly at her labia. It's not that she was shaved or waxed or anything, just that's how her hair grew. It was very sparse along her lips. The tops of her thighs were fat enough that they were a slightly darker color and the skin was tougher where it rubbed with every step. Right at the top of her thighs was that soft pad of fat, wrinkled and sexy, that was, effectively, an additional set of lips, like a lizard's nictitating membrane, served as a second set of eyelids.

I pushed on her knees, making her lift them. I pushed more until the tops of her thighs were wedged against her belly.

I lifted my head and said, "hold your legs up like this."

Her fingers dug into the fat of her thighs as she pulled, holding herself in that position.

I used my fingers on her labia to open her up, seeking her clitoris. The inside of her nether lips was very red where the skin is so thin, the blood so close to the surface. And there it was. Her clitoris, her little man in the boat, was a tiny thing, very high. I had to use my thumbs to lift her clitoral hood to get to it.

But it was worth it. At the first touch of my tongue, she started shuddering, her whole body vibrating. I liked it very much. Her womanscent was almost delicate, her taste was slightly salty, the very faint scents of urine and feces suggested that she had more than a little bladder leakage making her need the Depends. Each time I would flick my tongue out and lightly bump her clitoris she would jump, and her fat would roll in waves.

I took my time, bringing her along slowly, enjoying the way her natural lubricant, the thick clear mucus she produced, made her shiny and slick. My lips and my tongue were the only points of contact between us. I would kiss, as deeply into her vagina as I could, feeling her slickness on my cheeks, then flick her clitoris a few times, not truly licking it, just touching it.

Soon her hips were sort of rocking, and she was almost chanting softly, "oh God, oh God, oh God."

My mouth was on her when I felt that first little trickle, tasted the strong saltiness, of urine. I pushed my tongue deeper, feeling her clenching now, trying to hold back, but also bringing her closer to her orgasm.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have some sort of scat fetish. It wasn't that I wanted to drink her piss particularly. But I wanted, I needed for her to surrender her last bit of control. It was important that she do that so I would be the one in charge as we moved forward. I'm never about a one-night stand. I wanted at least a month here.

So I got after her now, my tongue working her clitoris hard, my lips covering it, sucking, making it more swollen and sensitive.

Her chanting was getting louder now, "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!!"

Her first orgasm was almost a gentle thing. I felt a sudden tension and then a little rush of her thick mucus in my mouth. I swallowed noisily, wanting her to hear.

A second orgasm was a little harder, her legs kicking, a bigger rush of her thick pleasure with a hint of urine in its taste now.

But still not what I wanted so I kept at her. I moved up so my hands had better leverage as I pulled her open, getting my mouth deep into her, sucking at those delicate inner lips.

I could feel it building, the way her body was getting tense, the shivering, almost a vibration, in the fat of her thighs where my forearms held her spread wide.

I was sucking pretty hard, her inner lips swollen in my mouth, when I felt that unmistakable shudder and sudden tenseness in her body.

I knew it was coming so I was ready.

She cried out, a sound best written as "aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee," with the vowel rising in pitch, and her entire body clenched.

At the first rush, I pulled away and looked down, putting the top of my head against her release. I could feel a mixture of thick mucus and piss as I looked down, accepting it in my hair. I wanted the scent to linger when I had her satisfied, to remind her that I had made her give up her control.

She was moaning again, her voice thick and hoarse, "oh God, I'm sorry, oh God, I'm sorry."

I buried my face between her legs again as soon as she relaxed, my tongue probing and busy, my lips sucking on those swollen inner lips.

She surprised me by cumming again, almost instantly, the same mixture of piss and mucus. This time I just kept her covered with my mouth and swallowed. I kept up and suddenly her legs shot out straight, her back arched, and she muffled a scream into a pillow.

I held on as long as I could but she was smothering me now, her fat thighs, fat belly, and fat pussy lips cutting off my air as her body held rigid.

Soon, though, she collapsed and I could pull out, so I did, taking a quick deep breath before crawling up to kiss her.

"Do I please you, Doris?" I asked.

"Oh God, oh Jesus, yesssssssssssssssssssss," she hissed, grabbing me and wrapping me into a soft embrace.

She took a deep breath and suddenly pushed me away, looking at me in the dim reflected light from the bathroom.

"Oh God, David, I'm so sorry," she said.

I smiled and kissed her.

"I told you not to hold back," I grinned, "and I'm glad you didn't."

"Honey, I'm," she started but I put my finger to her lips to silence her.

"Did I please you?" I asked again.

"Yessssssssssssssssss, God yessssssssssssssssss," she said.

"Then I'm happy," I said, "and I'll clean you up in the morning. Don't you get it yet?"

"Get it?" she asked, her breathing still a little ragged.

"Doris," I said, being sure to use her name, "I'm smitten. I won't say I'm in love, but I'm damn sure smitten and I just want you happy and satisfied."

I am not a nice man and have no trouble at all lying to women.

She was crying softly now, exactly as I intended, so I kissed her snotty lips.

"I've never," she managed before her voice broke.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh," I breathed into her ear, "just accept it."

My hands were busy now, finding her folds and exploring them, getting her used to being handled.

I took her hand and guided it to where I was hard again.

"Tell me what you want," I breathed into her ear.

"Davey," and I liked that she had shortened my name, a nice little endearment, "you know what I want."

"Tell me," I said, my lips right at her ear, "say the words."

"Oh God," she said, "please."

"Tell me," I said again, putting just a bit of snap in my voice.

"Oh God, FUCK ME!" she said, her voice getting louder at the end.

So I crawled around, got my knees between hers, grabbed a double handful of belly fat, shoved it out of the way, and slipped inside of her.

And now her chant changed. "Fuck me, David, fill me up, fuck me, David, fill me up."

I set up a slow rhythm, not in any hurry to cum and wanting to make it last for her, to get her hooked right away.

Her head was rocking from side to side, and her mouth was wide open as she breathed in harsh little pants. And I was working hard, holding that belly out of the way, each thrust a separate effort.

When she came, it was pretty spectacular. Her back arched and she grabbed her other pillow and covered her face to muffle her scream. She was pumping that thick mucus freely when I felt the sudden liquid warmth and caught the scent of urine. She tensed when that happened but I kept my rhythm going. Soon she relaxed and I brought her to climax again.

When I was sure she was done, and didn't have another one in her right then, I sped up and when I ejaculated I pulled out, cumming on her rather than in her.

Her eyes were big when I crawled up and kissed her.

"Why," she said, still panting, "did you do that?"

I smiled and said, "didn't you like it?"

"I," she started and had to cough a few times to clear her throat, she was still struggling to get her breathing under control, "I wanted you inside of me."

"Oh," I said, "not afraid of getting pregnant then?"

She giggled like a little girl.

I reached down and touched where she was wet and sticky.

"What do you call it?" I asked.

"Call it?" she said, nonplussed by my jump in subject.

"Yes, what do you call it?" I asked again.

She blushed very prettily.

I waited her out.

"Oh God," she said softly, "my pussy I suppose."

"And these?" I asked, tugging one of those long thing nipples.

She was getting into it now and giggled again. "The girls," she said, "my boobs, my titties. When I look in the mirror sometimes, my floppers."

I chuckled at that.

"I am going to make you SO happy," I said and then I snuggled against her, my head cushioned in that pad of fat at her armpit, my lips nuzzling at her breast.

This time when I went to sleep it was for the night.