Chapter 13: Urgency

Sam spoke softly, but hotly, as he remembered that day. Behind his eyes, images from that long-ago Saturday played out in his mind. Shari grabbed his shoulder.

“Sam, stop! I can’t take any more of this. We’re going home to my bed. Right fucking now. If I could get on my knees, I would be sucking you off in front of this whole park. Let’s go!”

Shari latched her chair in behind the steering wheel. It was a new experience, trying to drive while afloat on the lake in her pants. As Sam stood (on one leg) between the front seats, transferring over to passenger seat, his hard cock and damp tip dangled inside his loose pants, right near her face.

“I want to pull down those pants right here. Right Now! Have I ever been this horny?” she thought.

(Ten minutes later, parked in front of her ground floor apartment.) The van’s door slid open, and the ramp extended. “Here’s my keys. Roll out and open that door with the number 2 on it. I’ll be right behind you! Go to my bedroom.”

Sam followed her instructions. Apartment 2 was an open layout, some furniture was around the edges, but the middle was empty. In her bedroom, the closet doors were missing, the only furniture was a full-size bed, down low to the floor. Were the legs sawn off?

Shari rolled in and “parked” next to the bed, pulling off her top and bra. He moved to help as she struggled to transfer. Once she was laid out, she spoke urgently.

“Get your clothes off and get on me. I want to fuck you so bad.” Shari rolled left and tugged down her waistbands, exposing part of one cheek. She rolled the other way and tugged down the other side. Then she grabbed her left leg and hauled it up in the air dragging the pants and panties down to her knee (showing the wet spot between the legs). Repeating the same for the other leg. Back to the left leg, she pulled off her sock and shoe, then slipped the clothing free of her foot.

“God damnit, Sam, stop staring and show me your fucking cock. Clothes off!”

He unbuttoned at the neck and pulled his long-sleeved shirt over his head and arms through the cuffs. Shifting left and right like Shari, he got the pants, boxes, socks, and shoes off.

After an awkward struggle, he was between her legs. He put his left hand on the wall and rose up, his weight on the knee of his good leg.

“Acceptable?”

“You bet, put it in and fuck me. Please!”

He leaned over her and placed is cock head at her pussy. One hand holding his shaft, one hand supporting his weight as he pressed in slowly.

Shari gasped. Sam said, “You’re wet, but it’s really tight in there. Want to stop?”

“Shit! No, Sam, keep pushing. Yeah, slow. Oh, God, you’re big. Oh, yeah, good. Ahh!”

All the way in, Sam stopped.

“Yes! Wait for me. Just, ah, so big. And fat. Ah. I wasn’t expecting that monster.”

Sam thought, “Wow. I think whoever was before me had a micro-penis. Lila said I was very average. But she adored it.”

Aloud, “Trust me, babe, you’re in control.”

“Oh, sweetie, OK, now, I’m ready. But be gentle.”

“I will, but it won’t be long. It’s been a while, and you’re so tight on me.”

“Come for me, oh yes. Don’t hold off.”

Needing no further encouragement, after a minimal number of thrusts he was painting her inside with heavy ropes of come. As soon as the pulses stopped, he rolled off and lay on the bed, face up and groaning.

“Sam! What’s wrong?”

“My back is still fucked up from the accident. I’m sorry I couldn’t last longer, Shari. Pain and sex together don’t work for me. I would have gone soft if I stayed up there much longer.”

“It’s OK Sam, but don’t leave me hanging. Arrange us and get to licking me. I want a good come too.”

He started worming around in the bed until her lower lips were lined up with his face. Without hesitation, he tongued and sucked her labia and vaginal opening, picking up a share of his come from minutes earlier.

Shari happily noticed that he wasn’t shy about his own semen, and she focused herself completely on pleasure. And then his tongue found her clit, and she was off to the races.

Three shattering orgasms later, she pushed at his head.

“Enough! God! Give me a minute. Come back up here and kiss me.”

“Wow, Sam. When can you move in?”

“I have a better idea. Once the one-story house closes and Paula gets it all furnished, then you and I will move in there together. Sound good?”

“Hmm. Will there be high-speed internet?”

“The highest.”

“Will we have help for the housework?”

“The helpful-est.”

“Will there be a certain cock available?”

“The cockiest.”

“Then I accept your proposal, Sam.”