I was laying on the couch, on my left side with my back to the backrest,
wearing faded blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Cathie was in front of
me, with her back to me, with a loose, white T-shirt covering her large
bare breasts. She was naked from the waist down and she was wiggling her
big ass, enjoying the sensation of my hard, upright, denim-covered cock
nestling between her naked ass cheeks. My left arm was trapped under my
body but my right forearm was resting on her fleshy right hip and the
fingers of my right hand were brushing through the black pubic hair over
the slit of her cunt.
“Tell me a fantasy,” I said.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Something sexy,” I said. “What’s your favorite fantasy when you’re
alone in bed at night, masturbating?”
Cathie shook her head, causing her black, straight, shoulder length
pageboy hair to swing from side to side. I couldn’t see her large,
deep brown eyes but I knew they showed alarm.
“Goss, I can’t,” she whispered.
I looked down at the bulge of my cock showing through my jeans, half
hidden in the crack separating her round, fleshy buttocks. It twitched.
I moved my hips a bit, causing my cock to slide up and down her crack.
At the same time I allowed the fingers of my right hand to brush up
and down between Cathie’s thighs, the left edge of my forefinger barely
grazing the lips of her cunt. She whimpered.
“Yes you can,” I said into her right ear, feeling her whole body vibrate,
her naked bottom pushing back into my lap, her ass cheeks grasping at
my cock.
Past the coffee table in the immediate foreground, the television
muttered and flickered in the gloom of the living room. To the right,
an easy chair fronted by a footrest loomed.
“What’s your absolute best fantasy?” I insisted. “The one that always
makes you come? Maybe I can make it come true.”
“I don’t think so,” she said, continuing to rub the skin of her ass
against the denim covering my slowly leaking cock. “You’d be jealous.”
“Really?” I asked, perking up. “A fantasy is just a fantasy, we don’t have
to make it come true. Tell me about it and I promise I won’t be jealous.
Cross my heart.”
While Cathie ruminated on this I put my forefinger on her clitoris and
began a gentle circling motion. After awhile, I could feel body heat
rising up into the palm of my hand and a sweet, viscous lubrication
building up in her cunt. I darted my finger inside her cunt for a moment,
then resumed a wetter, smoother stroking of her clit. A sensual muskiness
filled the air and I could hear Cathie breathing more heavily.
Into her right ear I whispered, “I’m going to stick my cock up your ass.”
In response, Cathie moaned softly and pushed her bare bottom tightly
onto my cock. She was a sucker for dirty talk. I unzipped my jeans and
painfully extricated my raging erection. With some shifting of her hips
and legs, I managed to dip my cock into her amazingly hot, wet cunt and
pumped it in and out a few times.
“Oh, Goss, fuck me,” she said into a pillow.
Pulling my hips back, I managed to free myself from her cunt. Using my
right hand to guide it, I placed the tip of my circumcised cock at the
spongy opening of her anus and pushed forward slowly until her ass was
squeezing the head tightly.
“Tell me your fantasy,” I whispered. My right forefinger was still
massaging her clitoris. She was pushing her ass back at my cock, trying
to get it inside her rectum while I was pulling back, allowing only the
head to penetrate.
“It happens right here in the living room,” she said. “You bring three
of your friends… three guys… home for supper and they sit here on
the couch and you sit over on the chair.”
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Title: Cathies Fantasy
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