We hadn’t spoken since leaving Jeremy’s caravan. I drove slow, mind foggy with filthy flashbacks. Jakie stared out, glancing at me with sly smiles. My brain replayed it all: her on all fours, mouth clamped on my cock, Jeremy pounding her from behind. I could feel her hot lips sucking. Then her riding me, Jeremy’s balls slapping her chin as she blew him. The scent lingered, musky and real.
Her hand slid onto my thigh. Higher. Teasing my bulge. ‘Hope you’ve got energy left. I didn’t get enough. I want you bad.’ I guided her palm to my hard-on. She stroked softly, leaning in. ‘I love you.’
The Awakening Drive
Fifteen years since that festival hand-hold. Eyes locked, hearts exploding. That kiss sealed us. Destiny.
Garage door shuts. Dark. We kiss like starving lovers. Her hand drags mine between her thighs. ‘I’m soaking. Do something now or I’m out.’
Fingers under her joggers. She’s drenched, not wet—flooded. She growls, grinding on my hand. Palm slips easy, middle finger plunges deep. Walls clench like spasms. Too cramped here. ‘Upstairs?’ ‘Yes, love. Whatever you want.’
She strips pants and panties. T-shirt barely covers. Dangles soaked thong. ‘Too hot, right?’ I sniff it—pungent, addictive. Pin her to the hood. Brutal kisses. Fingers back in her slit. She arches, grabs my hair, shoves my face down.
I devour her. Clit swollen huge. Suck it—she explodes. Thighs lock my head. Humps my face wild. Juices flood my chin. Long moans echo.
‘Up now or I rape you here.’ ‘You decide, I’m yours.’ Game on. She’s no sub—leads like always.
Bedroom. Me naked, back to headboard, cock throbbing skyward. She crawls up like a tigress. Tongue traces legs to groin. Inner thighs tingle. Knees up, I offer my ass. She rims me wet, loose.
Licks balls, shaft. Finger slides in as she engulfs my head. Slow deepthroat. I’m edges away. She mounts, kisses fierce. I grab hips to impale— she dodges, climbs higher. Straddles my face. Pussy pink, puffy. I tongue-fuck deep.
She grinds like a man taking charge. Turns me on dirty. Hands knead her ass cheeks hardening with each thrust. She slams harder, hand pinning my head. Pubes smack my nose. Yells, floods me. I lap every drop.
The Secret Flame
She collapses sweaty, tits heaving, nipples rock-hard. Fingers her mound. ‘Your turn, baby. I’ll suck you dry.’ Kneels, jerks me near her lips. Teases, dodges thrusts.
‘You’re dripping too. That farm fuck got you hot.’ ‘You do this to me. Now play nice.’ ‘Love when you beg. Look how thick you are.’ ‘Who’s bigger, me or Jeremy?’ ‘You, love. Especially now. Reminds me…’
Grabs dildo. ‘His was like this—thinner, longer.’ I shove cock in her mouth. She deepthroats pro. Sucks head like candy, tongue flicks piss-slit. Swallows whole, I fuck her throat.
‘Take it. Fuck you with this while you suck.’ Dildo plunges her sopping hole—suction sounds obscene. Matches her rhythm. She moans around my dick.
‘Love imagining Jeremy’s cock stuffing you. Better with two real ones. Excited thinking of cheese run?’ Ragged ‘yes.’ She bucks wild on toy.
I flip her. Doggy, ass high, pussy gaping. Fingers spreads lips. ‘Fill me!’ She backs onto me. Slow deep strokes. ‘Who fucks better, me or…?’ Tosses dildo. ‘Dunno. He never did.’
‘Would you?’ ‘If you asked.’ ‘Suck it.’ She does, slutty. I pound savage. Balls slap ass. She yelps pain—fuels me harder. Selfish rut. She bites hand submitting. I erupt deep, spasms locking us.
Her orgasm hits violent. Thrashes. I clamp tight, owning her. We fuse.
Kiss slow after. Fire rekindled. Sleep entwines us.
Hour later, I wake hungry. Kitchen. Fridge note magneted: Jeremy’s number. Who calls first?