Page 87 of Curveball

I quickly reach for my wallet and grab a condom.

As I sheath myself, she whines and wiggles her ass into me. “Get inside me.”

With the tip of my cock just breaching her entrance, I reach around, grab her by the throat, and practically bark into her ear, “You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you.”

Her body starts shaking. For a moment I think I’ve hurt her, but that’s not what’s happening. She’s comingagain…from me grabbing her throat. Only my tip is inside her right now.

She’s clawing at the seatback in front of her. Her movements seem involuntary and out of control. It’s like she’s having a seizure.

I stand there in shock for a moment. I’ve never seen her do this. Maybe it’s just the aftershocks of the last orgasm. It was intense.

I reach down and run my fingers through her pussy. Nope, she’s coming again. It’s pouring out of her. Holy shit. I need to be inside there.

I quickly thrust my cock into her. She yells out, and I suck in a breath at what I feel. She’s convulsing so damn hard, squeezing my dick. “Shit, Shortcake.”

I push in all the way, which only serves to make her screams intensify. The poor fucking bus driver must think I’m murdering her.

Reaching down into the top of her dress, I grab her tit. She loves having her nipples pinched. I’ve got one hand on her throat and the other on her nipple.

She yells out, “Ah, Quincy.”

And the orgasm rolls on. The longest I’ve ever seen.

I begin my thrusts inside her. Long and deep, just where she wants it.

She’s got a vice grip on my cock, making it hard for me to focus, but I want to give her everything she needs and more.

I thrust and thrust, doing my best to drag this out for her and also to enjoy what her body is doing to mine.

Her juices are dripping down my balls and onto my pants. I happily welcome them.

She gains a little control and pushes back onto me. We’re going at it with reckless abandon. Ripley and Ihave shareda lotof great sex throughout the years, but it has never measured up to this.

I pull out my hand on her nipple and grab her ass again. Despite my rapid thrusts, I manage to slide two fingers into her slickened back entrance. Deep inside her. She practically mewls when I do. Her grip on my cock is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I don’t think her orgasm has ended. If anything, the intensity just went back up.

I feel my orgasm building all over my body. My balls feel so full they might explode. And when I come, it feels like they do. I roar into it. This woman fries my brain.

I fall over to the seat, completely out of breath and covered in sweat. She falls over, sitting in a similar position to me.

I look down. My load was so big that it’s spilling out of the condom. She looks over at it and starts giggling. “Hell, Quincy, that was a whale load.”

I let out a laugh. “How do you know how much semen whales produce?”

“It’s like a few gallons every time, right? I know I read that somewhere. Kam probably made a joke about it.”

“It’s actually four hundred gallons every time a blue whale ejaculates.”

Her mouth opens wide. “Holy shit. That’s a lot of fluids. Poor pink whales.”

We both smile at the fun post-coital banter we used to have. We’re half-dressed in the back of a party bus, her dress is around her waist and my dick is hanging out of my pants, yet this still feels more right than anything ever has with any other woman.

I remove my condom, tuck myself in, and then help her pull her dress down.

I rub her re-covered thighs once her dress is back in place. “Come home with me. I’m not done with you.”

She thinks for a moment. I assume she’s going to say no, but she surprises me by asking, “Will you come home with me? We both know your sister won’t be there tonight.”

I wince. “Ugh. Don’t remind me of what’s going on over there.”

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