Cholo

Completely nude, she was standing on the far side of the couch with her mouth twisted into an innocent smirk.

I swallowed, reached for the door, and pulled it closed behind me.

“I’m ready,” she said matter-of-factly.

Following a moment of admiration, I fought against the pain and limped in her direction. “I can see that.”

“Not like, naked ready,” she said, her tone innocent and smooth. “I’m ready up here.”

She tapped the tip of her index finger against her temple.

“I think I am too.” I paused and gave her another look. She was a beautiful woman, and her remarkable body simply complimented her gorgeous appearance.

She cocked her hip and looked me over. “You better be.”

I braced myself on the arm of the couch and chuckled at her level of comfort.

She tilted her head to the side. “You sure you’re up to it?”

“I’ve been ready,” I said, lowering myself to the couch. “But that doesn’t mean I’m able.”

My foot was killing me. Slightly over-eager to get into the house, I’d hit the front of my cast on the concrete platform of the porch. The pain was excruciating.

“Are you okay?”

“Just give me a minute.”

She walked around the edge of the couch and lowered herself to the floor. “What happened?”

Embarrassed and frustrated, I nodded toward my foot. “Hit my toes on the porch.” I looked up and met her worried gaze. “I was kind of in a hurry to get in here.”

“Oh crap,” she said. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“No.”

“We don’t have to--”

“I’m fine,” I assured her. “It’s just the walking.”

“Does it hurt now?”

“Not if I’m off it,” I said.

It was beyond embarrassing, especially considering that it was the first time we’d planned on having sex.

“Stay off it, then.” She stood, leaned over me, and reached for the hem of my shirt. After pulling it over my head, she tossed it aside and reached for my belt.

“Does this hurt?” She asked as she unbuckled my belt.

I grinned and shook my head. “No.”

She unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, and reached inside. As her hand gripped my already stiff shaft, I flinched.

She raised both eyebrows. “Painful?”

“I don’t think so.”

She stroked it slowly. “Now?”

“No. Not yet.”

She gripped it firmly and began to stroke it from balls to tip. As she jacked her hand up and down the shaft, her full lips parted slightly. I thought she was going to speak. She swept her tongue across her upper lip and lowered her gaze instead.

Seeing her stand before me naked with my cock in her hand was a little more than I was prepared for. Having her stroke it while teasing me with her lips was almost too much.

My eyes fell closed.

She stroked her fist up and down a few more times and then paused. “Now? Does it hurt now?”

“I uhhm.” I opened my eyes. “No.”

She grabbed the waist of my jeans and carefully worked them to the middle of my thighs. After pulling my boxers down to meet them, she reached for my cock.

She knelt on the floor in front of me. “What about…” With her eyes locked on mine, she licked the tip. “Now?”

I shook my head.

She licked it a few more times, and then opened her mouth wide. As my swollen tip disappeared past her lips, I closed my eyes and began to moan.

Several strokes of her mouth later, she stopped. “Does it hurt now?”

“No,” I breathed. “Definitely not.”

“Good,” she said.

She wrapped her full lips around the tip. She met my gaze, and blinked her beautiful brown eyes.

Then, she began to fuck me with her mouth.

Up and down her head went, taking my cock fully and completely into her mouth. Completely at a loss for how she could possibly do what she was doing, I watched in awe as she continuously swallowed my entire cock.

The feeling was beyond compare. Each time I disappeared into her wet throat, I was sure it would be the last. On the cusp of coming in her mouth, my shaft began to swell.

Her mouth worked at a more rapid pace, driving me insane with each full stroke of her mouth.

I closed my eyes and made a conscious effort to somehow last through her onslaught.

She lifted her mouth from my cock, began to stroke it, and while she did, started sucking my balls.

Dear. Fucking. God.

With my balls in her mouth, and my slippery cock in her fist, she brought me closer and closer to climax.

Just when I thought I might be able to last long enough to make love to her, she released my balls from her mouth and began the mouth fuck exercise again.

I fought to breathe without making an ass of myself. I was beginning to sound like a child who had just seen a three-headed monster in his closet.

Just when I was sure that coming in her mouth was imminent, she lifted her head.

She gripped it in her hand, stroked it a few times, and then looked at me. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

I stared back at her with an open mouth, incapable of doing much more.

And, she disappeared.

I glanced over my left shoulder and then my right. I thought maybe she’d gone to get a condom, but then heard noise in the kitchen. As I struggled to bring myself to my feet, she came around the corner with a knife in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other.

“What the hell are--”

“Sit down,” she said.

“What the--”

She wagged the scissors at me. “Sit.”

I sat.

She knelt, lifted my good leg, and began cutting the denim starting at the leg opening. I watched her with an open mouth as she methodically worked her way toward my hip.

“Painful?” She asked as she snipped through the material.

I grinned. “No.”

After completely shearing through the left side, she began on the right.

When she finished, she lifted the top portion of denim from me and tossed it aside. Then, she cut off my boxers.

She set the knife and scissors on the floor at her side, stood, and admired her handiwork. “You look better naked than you do with clothes.”

“So do you.”

“I don’t think so.” She took a few steps away from me and squeezed her boobs. “They’re small.”

I watched her squeeze the smooth skin in her delicate hands. Her boobs weren’t small at all. They were perfect.

“They’re perfect.”

“Thank you.” She nodded her head toward my crotch. “Stroke your cock.”

Her remark caught me off guard. “Excuse me?”

“Stroke your cock. It’s not hard anymore. I want to watch you stroke it.”

She didn’t have to ask me again. I gripped it in my hand and started stroking it.

As I did, she began to finger herself and play with her tits.

“Faster,” she said.

Slowly, she worked her middle finger in and out of her pussy.

I stroked myself a little quicker as I anxiously watched her.

“Faster,” she breathed. “Stroke it…stroke it like you want to come. I want to watch you come. I want to see it burst out of the tip.”

“Alexandra, I…”

She began to finger herself feverishly. Her breathing became choppy.

With my eyes fixed on her, I worked my fist up and down my cock, stroking it fully and firmly.

“I want to watch your face when you come,” she said. “And I want you to see mine when I do.”

Facing each other, we worked toward pleasuring ourselves.

With her eyes fixed between my legs, and her hand shoved deep between hers, she drove me insane.

I stroked my cock like an overanxious teen, hoping to come like a porn star, impressing her with every droplet that shot from the tip.

“Fuck yes, Adam.” She fingered herself as she spoke. “Stroke that big dick.”

I continued to stroke my clenched fist up and down the stiff shaft.

“God that’s hot,” she breathed. “Stroke it….oh God, yes.”

Hearing her talk dirty was too much.

While on the verge of giving her exactly what she wanted, she pulled her hand from between her legs and gracefully walked toward me.

“Take the weight off your foot,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I slowed my pace and gave her a confused look. “What are you doing?”

She grinned. “I’m going to ride…I want your cock.”

Her hair was fixed straight. The mixture of brown and blonde strands rained down over her shoulders, stopping halfway to her perfectly perky boobs.

She was a remarkably beautiful woman, and I was coming to realize that her beauty was truly well beyond what I was able to see.

Lost in her gorgeous looks, my gaze went blank. I felt her climbing on top of me, and then…

Her wet pussy enveloped the tip.

Jesus.

Then, she worked her hips back and forth, eventually taking an inch or so inside of her tightness.

Fuck.

My eyes came into focus.

Her face was plastered with a grin. “You’ve got a big dick.”

“You’ve got a tiny pussy.”

She grinned. “Good combination, huh?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She clenched her jaw, growled, and pushed herself against me. A few more inches disappeared inside of her wetness.

Her muscles tensed and she inhaled a deep breath. Then, she worked her hips back and forth, fucking only what portion of my cock had already penetrated her. After lubricating it with her juices for several seconds, she forced herself against all that remained.

She grunted and growled as she forced it into her folds.

It felt like heaven.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes,” she breathed. “That’s a really big dick.”

Penetrating her completely wasn’t easy, but holy shit it felt good.

She rested on top of my lap for a moment. “Painful?”

I shook my head. “No.”

She rested her hands against my thighs, took a deep breath, and then arched her back. Slowly, she lifted her pussy up the shaft until the tip was barely penetrating her lips.

She exhaled, met my gaze, and then grinned. “Ready?”

What in the fuck did I get myself into?

I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

Then, for the first time in my life, I actually made love to a woman.

No, strike that comment.

She made love to me.