Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?
This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap.
Special thanks go out to a very special Kelly Kelly fan who helped me write this fic. You know who you are
Author’s Note: Yeah, so you may have read about this on another site under a different name. That’s just because I can’t fit the full name in the Literotica title.
Kelly Kelly and Christian were walking backstage after tagging together successfully to get the advantage in their upcoming matches at the latest WWE Pay per View, Tables, Ladders and Chairs. They were very jolly and drinking from their little red plastic cups of water and discussing their favourite parts of the match.
“God, Kelly you were great! That bitch McCool never knew what hit her after that elbow!”
Kelly giggled, glad she was working with such a talented and seasoned veteran of the squared circle. She was clad in a tight pink bra top, a tiny pair of black leather shorts and matching black boots that ran to the tip of her knee.
“Well, I couldn’t take all of the blame! My super-bestest team mate did most of the work!” She placed a hand on the small of his back and smiled sweetly. “You were just awesome!”
Christian smiled and looked at her, as she bit her lip cutely.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I was super-bestest… Ah what the hell of course I would! But, I think we should probably toast to our match and our new friendship! To new partners!”
Christian lifted the plastic cup up in the air and motioned to Kelly to do the same thing. She giggled and lifted her plastic cup up as well, knocking it against Christian’s she ran her tongue over her pink lip gloss and smiled sweetly. They sipped the water together as a light bulb went off in Kelly’s head.
“Oh that reminds me. Before I got here, Laycool totally threatened to jump me if we won tonight. So I put my stuff in your locker room? Do you mind if I change there? If it’s not too much trouble?” Kelly asked, biting her lip gently.
Smiling, Christian couldn’t quite believe his luck. He pounded back the cup of water and pretended to ponder it for a moment. “Well, gee Kelly. Me and you are great partners and everything but would I really want a super hot blonde in my locker with me? Survey says? Hell yeah! Of course you can stay with me!”
Kelly pouted as Christian pretended to ponder the question. She lightly punched him on the arm but then made up for it with a soft, sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Thanks, you’re such a sweet-heart!” She smiled, tossing her long blonde hair backwards and linking her arm in his as they walked to his locker room. They reached his locker room and as he went to open the door it fell open, like they typically do in movies. You know the shots, when someone else is in the room with them?
Walking in carefully, Christian saw that his whole locker room had been torn to pieces. His gym bag had been torn apart, his clothing all over the place. It ran from the bench in the middle of the locker room to the shower cubicle on the other side.
Peering into the shower, he saw that most of his stuff had been piled in there with his spare tights clogging up the drain.
“Perfect!” He cried aloud, holding up the soggy tights. The water hadn’t been running for long but was warm to the touch.
“Oh jeepers.” Kelly exclaimed, surveying the damage. She bit her lip cutely and helped him remove his mess from the shower, she walked up behind him and placed her hand on his back again.
“I’m soooo sorry about this!” The sultry, hot-bodied blonde exclaimed. “Do you mind if I still shower here?” She asked, as Christian fished out his iPod, pressing the play button, the LED screen flashed to life.
Looking up, the question registered with him. “Oh… Oh no, go ahead. I’ll be out here with my iPod.”
Christian walked out of the shower cubicle and placed his ear buds in his ears and went to work tidying the mess up.
Kelly Kelly felt bad for him, and although wanted to help him, needed a shower first. He walked out of the cubicle with a heavy set of shoulders, she shook her head and bit her lip. Bending over, she unzipped her boots and stepped out of them. Next, she unzipped her trunks and stepped out of them, kicking them to one side revealing a tiny black thong. Finally, she unclasped her bra and let that fall next to her thong and wrestling trunks. She put her hand towards the steel knob and turned it on, the warm water a welcome relief.
Christian turned his iPod up full blast and drowned out the outside world. He started to stuff items into his large, now empty gym bag. Coming across his smaller bag full up of shampoo and shaving cream. He saw that Kelly didn’t have such a bag, she certainly didn’t have one with her when she showered. He knew that this shower typically took a while to warm up, so he stopped his iPod and without thinking he walked into the cubicle and was greeted with an astonishing sight. Kelly was washing her young, hot body and hadn’t noticed he was there. He knew he should have looked away from his latest partner but she was so hot and desirable he had fought the urge. A sizeable tent had formed in his tights as he watched her. His right hand moved down to stroke his organ as she showered.
The warm water sprayed liberally over her body as she ran her smooth hands all over her sexy body. Her hands worked on her large breasts, her nipples hardening under the jet of water. Slowly, she leaned forward and ran her hands down to her sexy little ass, rubbing soap liberally over her body. Casting a look over her shoulder, she could see her tag partner there, gawping at the image.
Giggling lightly, Kelly Kelly looked towards him and smiled. Running her tongue over her luscious pink lips and while keeping an innocent look on her face, asked him an innuendo. “Do you want to shower too Christian? I could do with someone doing my back.”
It took all of his mental strength not to look behind him to see if someone else was there. Christian gave a comedic gulp and nodded happily, walking into the cubicle he showed her his bottle of shampoo.
“I have this if you need it?” The handsome young Canadian said, his confidence growing as he approached his hot-as-hell tag partner.
“Mmm Hmmm. Yes please!” She smiled warmly as he approached her. She glanced down and giggled at the sight in front of her.
“You can keep you tights on Christian.”
Looking down at his crotch he smiled as he realised he was still clad in his wrestling gear. “They help me shampoo better.” He said with a smirk. Walking into the cubicle with her, he took hold of the bottle and sprayed some of the liquid into the palm of his hand. Pausing for a brief moment, he drank in the sight before him. He then rubbed the liquid into the luscious blonde’s shoulder blades.
“Thanks a lot Christian.” Kelly moaned softly when his hands came in contact with her skin. She leaned forward slightly against the wall, while pushing her juicy ass back against his crotch, watching the water spill over his sexy body and his trunks. Very coyly, Kelly grinded her ass left to right, just to toy with her partner.
The Canadian’s eyes fought to stay open as the pleasure of having her young, sexy ass rub against his crotch. “You’re… ugh… Welcome Kelly.” The soap started to foam as he ran it into her soft skin. He watched a lone bit of bubbly water run down her back and onto her ass before reaching her actual crack. He smiled and thought about how nice it would be to be inside there, like that water was.
Kelly trapped Christian’s thick bulge between her soft ass cheeks with a wide grin as she moved back and forth, watching the stud’s facial expression. “You’re such a good partner.” Kelly softly moaned, seeing how hot she can get her partner. “Maybe I should help you get all cleaned up.”
“Maybe you should? After all, partners share the work right?” He said with a smile. He ran his hands down her back, following a trail of soapy water. He reached her ass hole and slipped a finger inside her hot little bud.
“But I haven’t finished yet.” Taking charge, Christian started to finger Kelly’s ass hole with his right index finger. Pumping the digit in and out of her bud, he smiled as it clenched around his lone digit.
“Ooh fuck! I came in here to get clean, not dirty.” She bit down on her lip as she looked back at him with her mouth wide open, moaning softly with her cheeks filling with blush. Kelly swayed her ass, feeling the finger in her tiny little tight hole. She bent forward more, exposing her backside for him.
“Well, I’ll have to keep you for longer then won’t I? Because I bet you’re a dirty little cum slut aren’t you?” The hot blonde young man said as he pumped his finger in and out of her hole, but then started to play with the patterns. Moving the digit up and down, tracing lines in her butt hole and eventually making eight figures with it. Stretching it out for his main event, later. He then took hold of her left breast with his free hand and playfully squeezed the mound, her nipple pressing hard against his touch.
“Mm, who knew you talked so dirty Christian.” Kelly blushed harder when he questioned her. The toying of her little asshole drove her crazy as she loved being touched in such a sensitive place. She could only grind her ass back to his touch. When he gripped her breast, another moan escaped her mouth. “Damn… So sexy…”
“Well, it only comes out for the best… And baddest of them.” He said with a silent smirk. “Think you can manage two in your ass baby?” He asked as his middle finger came to join the fray. “I bet cock sluts like you could take a fist couldn’t you?”
Kelly’s asshole was extremely tight against the two fingers, as she shook her head quickly, panting hard. Two fingers would be in her tight grip, like a vice as she knew that would be too much. “Fuck.. I can’t handle it..”
Not wanting to hurt her, but still wanting to satisfy one of his kinks and play with her ass. Christian nodded silently.
“Not even if I got it wet first?” He released his grip from her breast and dropped to his knees. He took her luscious cheeks in his hands and parted them. Exposing her butt hole for him to see, he leaned in and flicked his tongue against the hole.
“Oh fuck!” Kelly squealed, as she felt the stud’s wet tongue to her little asshole, which made her extremely wet. She pushed her wet ass back against his face as she panted, making his face bury into her backside.
Christian could feel something warm on his chin and saw that Kelly had gotten wet. Knowing that he was doing well, he started to dart his tongue in and out of her rump, literally tongue fucking her ass. Running his right hand up her leg, he slipped a finger into Kelly’s pussy to sample her delights.
Kelly spread her long legs, as she moved her ass up and down against Christian’s face, shamelessly letting her juices drip onto his chin and neck. She was up against the wall, panting like a little whore from the amount of pleasure she was receiving in her tight holes.
The Canadian smiled as Kelly’s dampness ran over him like he was a major stud. He liberally coated her ass hole with his tongue as she moaned at every touch. Christian’s lone finger soon turned to two as they ran in perfect synchrony with his tongue giving her a see-saw effect. When he pulled her tongue out of her butt hole, his fingers would move in and versa. He smiled at Kelly’s reaction as her cute little ass was grinding up against his face.
“Don’t stop Christian…” Kelly begged as she was completely hot for him. She would push her golden ass against his face, wanting that mouth back on her ass, while her juices would shamelessly drip onto his chin. She even reached back, holding his head against her butt.
He grinned as Kelly whored herself out to him. With no intention of stopping, Christian looked up past her shoulders to see she was panting heavily. Her hand then pushed him back into his anal pleasuring. He started to finger Kelly more intently. Drawing all sorts of shapes in her wet folds, he would draw a line, a square, a figure eight, even drawing out lyrics to Cat Scratch Fever. He had her like putty in his hands, and mouth.
Kelly’s moans were incredibly loud as she felt the experienced fingers of Christian working on her wet hole. She muffled his moans with her juicy ass, not letting him pull away. “Christian… If you… Keep this up… I’m… I’m going to make a mess.” Kelly Kelly whined, as she was going to squirt her juices.
Exactly what he wanted to hear! He smiled and went to work even faster, his tongue work getting sloppy and his fingers dancing freely as he worked the sultry, slutty blonde in front of him.
Kelly’s body was almost shaking as she felt him just work her at a quicker pace. She pushed back several times, her moans escalating until she finally started to squirt her clear liquid onto the handsome, young Canadian’s chin and mouth, trying to lift her ass up higher to get his mouth.
Going with the flow, Christian let Kelly Kelly go and she came all over him. Her clear liquid painted his studly face as she came down from the high of an orgasm. She stumbled slightly as he stood up to catch her. Her back was to him as he played with her large tits and got up all of her cum, savoring the taste. “Well, that’s your ass and pussy done. But I think my down stairs needs a clean now.” He said, pointing to what could only be described as a steel rod in his tights.
Kelly blushed as her tag partner was so eager to drink up her sweet juices. She turned her head to give him a lustful kiss and even get a taste of herself. She slid her warm tongue into his mouth and pulled back. “Sure thing, hunk.” Kelly turned, and had him lean against the wall. She slowly kissed down his chest and abs, while getting onto her knees, her breasts sliding across his wet tights. Kelly gripped the tool and jerked it through the material. “Mmm fuck.. you want me all over this?”
Christian sighed heavily. He put his hands behind his head and looked down to her. He nodded, ready for her to indulge him. “Yes please.”
She decided to tease him, as she rubbed her pretty face against the wet bulge, kissing at it and licking the sides of it as it looked so hot trapped in those wet trunks.
“How big is it?” Kelly asked in a quiet tone, almost mesmerized by the sight.
Christian mulled the question over, while he had never been embarrassed in hockey camp he had never actually measured his shaft. He would’ve guessed it was somewhere between seven and eight inches long. He would’ve guessed right too. His member stood at a proud eight inches and was proportionately thick too.
“About eight inches?”
Kelly’s fingers slipped into the tights and very slowly peeled them down, exposing more and more of the fat tool. When it got to his thighs, Kelly watched in delight as the hard cock sprung out against her mouth.
“Mmm…” The young blonde wrapped her hand around it and slapped the tip against her lips and tongue, still working on teasing him.
Christian groaned at the touch. While he certainly wasn’t ugly he hadn’t had much luck with the ladies. It was considered a no-no to date WWE Divas as it caused problems and being on the road close to 24/7 meant that he had little time for relationships. He watched with baited breath as the sexy minx teased him.
“Such a big dick..” Kelly rubbed the tip against her lips as if she was applying lipstick, all the while keeping her innocent look upon her face. She took it into her mouth and sucked on 3 inches slowly, while keeping eye contact. Her hands slid onto Christian’s thighs, moving them back and forth as she bobbed her head.
The Canadian’s eyes fluttered lightly as she applied pressure to his organ. She had kept eye contact with him as she sucked him, he watched with glee as she moved his shaft over her lips before sucking more of his member. She had placed her soft hands on his thighs and was moving them rhythmically with each suck. He placed his hands on top of them and smiled.
Kelly slowly led her tag partner’s hands along with hers to his firm ass. She pushed forward, quickly taking 7 inches into her warm mouth. Her lips remained tightly around the shaft as her tongue rolled around in circles.
He groaned as Kelly Kelly had almost deep throated him. She was certainly a natural cock sucker, he wanted to say something similar but didn’t want to offend her and kill the mood. Instead, he opted for a dirty compliment. “Yeah, you take that dick baby.”
The hot blonde’s nails dug into his backside as she pushed forward, gagging lightly until she deep-throated the large cock. Her lips touched the base, her nose against his toned waist and his balls against her chin. She grabbed at his ass, urging him to thrust as she tried to breathe through her nose.
He quickly got with the program.
‘Damn this girl’s freaky!’ He thought to himself as he tangled her blonde hair in his hand and thrust forward, trying to invade her already full mouth. Kelly gagged loudly, her nose pressed to his waist as she tried to push her tongue out and lap at his balls gently. She closed her eyes, moving her mouth left to right.
“You want my balls?” He half-asked, half-taunted as she gagged. “You’ll need to work for them. If this gets too much just tap me on my thigh.” Christian said, giving Kelly little chance to prepare. He then started to face fuck her, bringing her mouth up and slamming it back down making sure to go easy. It had taken her some effort to deep throat him.
Kelly kept her eyes clenched as she took the face-fucking, swallowing and gagging on the large wet tool. She then opened her eyes to take in the sight of her partner’s wet body, flexing as she allowed him to use her mouth.
Christian looked down on her with kind eyes, everyone had their kinks and this happened to be his. God bless her, she was taking it like a trooper. Kelly Kelly made an unnatural guttural sound as she was face-fucked. Her mouth little better than a pussy at this point.
After a moment, she grabbed his thigh and pulled back, coughing and catching her breath. She licked her lips and admired the wet cock coated in her saliva, before the water ran over it. “Fuck…”
“Fuck? Fuck yeah!” Christian said with a smile.
“You took that like a champ!” He exclaimed, picking her up and kissing her warmly. Their tongues intertwined as he went to grope the male favourites. Her tits and ass. Kelly licked at his tongue, as she worked at his cock, jerking it and rubbing it against her soft thigh.
“Mmm, fuck me please.” She begged, looking at him with her pouty cute face.
Christian had reached a similar conclusion.
“You got it babe.” He then lifted Kelly up in the air with her butt cheeks and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he positioned his member at her entrance. Letting go of her for just a moment, his shaft fully invaded her wet folds.
Kelly moaned into her tag partner’s ear as she held her body against his. Her juicy breasts were pinned to his wet pecs as she kissed at his ear, nibbling. “Mmm, you’re soooo hot Christian.” Kelly moaned, loving how the thick cock sank into her.
“Uh… You’re hotter!” Christian said with a smile, her wet mouth playing with his ear. They staggered around the cubicle for a brief moment as he bounced her up and down on his shaft. Half walking, half staggering over to the nearest wall, he placed her shoulders up against it and started to drive in and out of her as fast as he could manage.
Thanksgiving Day was proclaimed to commemorate the sacrifice and friendship of the Pilgrims and the Indians. Today it commemorates feasting and football. Fallston was on the sidelines of the annual Total Woman Excursions lingerie football game. Most of the host guides were on the field. In the past, touch or flag football on a 40 yard shortened field was the norm. But as the rivalry grew over the years, it escalated to tackle. There had been so many fouls called that the staff finally gave up and let them play rough.
The uniforms, from bottom to top, were sneakers, knee sox, knee pads, thong panties, midriff tee-shirts over light shoulder pads and helmets. Bras were optional depending on the will of the player. Most precluded them as too confining and not titillating enough for the spectators who voted for the game’s MVP: Most Voluptuous Player.
Though only the third quarter, Fallston already had a couple candidates for his MVP vote. White Team’s center was suitably weighty for that position; at least her breasts were suitably weighty. The Black Team’s tight end was lithe and her breasts shook tantalizingly as she blocked or ran to receive a pass. Fallston wanted to throw her his own kind of pass to see if tight end was a true title. The White quarterback had amazing abs that rippled when she threw the ball. A drawback to the vista was the amount of dirt and grime that covered the bodacious athletes’ sweaty bodies.
The score was even. The Blacks had the ball on the 15 yard line of the Whites. Black’s quarterback tucked the ball and ran left, straight into White’s guard. Bam! Both players fell in a tumble and the ball popped out. A scrum broke out to recover the fumble. The inevitable clothes tugging led to the inevitable clothes tearing. Shreds of cloth flew through the air as players ripped, rolled and scrambled for the ball. When the pile of bodies was unleveraged, White’s safety held the ball high.
On the next play, the players, now wearing even less than before, gave one last ditch effort to win the game. White’s quarterback ran right in a sideline sweep, both teams in support and pursuit. They ran right at, and over, the sideline and Fallston. The heap of bodies rolled to a stop as the whistle blew. Tie score, end of game. Fallston lay with a face full of bare boobs, White’s center on top of him. Another’s softness cuddled his groin. He felt bodies shifting and rubbing as the pile unpiled. Black’s tight end gave him a hand up.
“Good game, good sport” she laughed as she slapped his butt. Her swing jiggled her soiled bare tits. Several players were in a heated discussion. Someone shoved someone; there was more shoving and hair grabbing broke out. The remaining intact teeshirts didn’t remain intact much longer. Cooler heads intervened and pulled the combatants apart. The sides separated and headed to the locker room.
Fallston’s host guide Noreen, the White team’s safety who had recovered the fumble, jogged over. Her teeshirt was torn down the front. One boob poked through the gap as the other tit matched its twin’s bounce, but ‘modestly’ covered. Noreen unclipped the chin strap and doffed her helmet. Her dark red wavy hair cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. Her green eyes twinkled about the same as her smile.
“Did you see me recover the fumble? How did you like the game?”
“Yeah, and other than that final play, I loved it.” Fallston’s slacks and sweater were covered in dirt, his face smeared with mud.
Noreen hugged his arm. “Come on. You need a shower too. Let’s not waste water.” She led Fallston to the locker room. The women athletes were in various stages of dress, mostly undress. They put away sneakers, pads and thongs in gym bags. The remains of tee-shirts hit the trashcans. Helmets were shelved. With towels over shoulders, the women trooped to the already vaporous group shower.
Noreen stripped and stowed her uniform and gear. Fallston saved Noreen’s torn teeshirt from the trash and kept it as a souvenir. She undressed Fallston and telephoned staff to bring him fresh clothes.
“So, who gets your Most Voluptuous Player vote?”
He cupped both her breasts and said “You.”
“That’s sweet but it would look biased. I’m your host guide. Any of the others catch your eye?”
“A couple but I haven’t decided yet.”
“It’s an important decision. Only one woman each year gets the title and the bragging rights. You should considerate your vote carefully. Let’s go re-examine the candidates.” Noreen led Fallston to the group shower.
Fallston stepped into a bevy of beauties: wet, soapy, athletically toned and trim beauties. The hot water steamed the room but he could clearly see everything he wanted or needed to see. However, first impressions could be deceiving. Further inspection was warranted.
“Ladies, Fallston says he hasn’t decided on MVP. Does anyone want to help make up his mind?”
Every hand went up to a chorus of “Yeah, me…I’m ready…Over here…” Wetter and cleaner, with helmets and uniforms off, Fallston couldn’t distinguish the individual players. He said so. Noreen had a solution.
“Everybody line up in their team positions. Whites get on this side; Blacks come over here. No more fighting. Game’s over. Be good sports while Fallston makes his choice.”
The host guides shuffled into their team lineups. Fallston started in the backfield of White. The running back was a tall black woman. Her musculature rippled under her ebony skin. He walked around her looking up and down, trailing a palm on her ass and abdomen like he was rounding a marble column in a gallery. She flexed the muscles beneath his hand, showing off her tone. He nodded to her bright smile and moved on.
White’s quarterback stood behind the heavy center. The center was crouched over in her stance. Fallston pushed the QB aside and took her place. He crouched and reached between the center’s splayed legs. He rubbed her cunt lips with his fingers. They were slick with her excitement. Fallston squatted deeper and reached further, cupping her hanging globes, remembering his face full of contact with the treasures. They were pendulous, still weighty but somewhat firm. He pinched the nipples. The center groaned. Fallston stood and slapped her butt, moving on.
Fallston rounded the line to the Black side. The tight end held his gaze as he cupped and bounced her boobs. The globes were firm and the nipples danced as he patted them up and down. He thumbed her nubs. His hands descended to her crotch. His long finger entered her and she clamped down on it, forcing him to pull hard to remove it. Fallston discovered that the position matched the condition; she truly was a tight end.
And so it went, each player examined. Fallston mentally eliminated some as he toured the room. It was a difficult decision but he finally made up his mind. He whispered his choice to Noreen. She announced the decision and there were congratulations all around. The women helped Fallston finish his shower. The staff had brought clean attire for Fallston.
After a hearty supper, Noreen and he departed for Fallston’s suite. The day had been long and rigorous so they retired early. Noreen stroked his inner legs as her mouth stroked his growing erection. When he was ready, she rolled him into her cradling hips and they made near-endless missionary love until Fallston fell asleep in the saddle.
The room was dark when he woke alone in bed. His eyes adjusted to the minimal light. Someone was lounging in the stuffed chair across the bedroom. She rose and approached the bed, climbing in. Her face came close to his and she held his gaze with her big brown eyes before kissing him. Her kiss was warm and gentle. She lingered. Her bonnet of brunette hair dangled around his cheeks and forehead, tickling him, teasing him.
“I wanted to thank you properly for awarding me the MVP.”
Fallston reached under and pushed his middle finger into her. She clamped it tightly, again demonstrating her claim to be a true tight end. He probed for her G spot and excited it. She gave a small gasp and smiled widely. They kissed some more.
Her hand found his prick, already starting to grow with anticipation. She lightly stroked its length with a flesh ring made of thumb and index finger. They kissed again. She broke off and rose to sitting, leaned in and kissed the tip of his erection. It was now fully grown.
Sitting astraddle his hips, she ran her slickened cunt lips along his rod, transferring lubrication to him. Adjusting her position, she centered her core on the tip and leveraged it up. Holding his gaze in the dimness, she pushed down, taking him in with little stutter strokes.
She began a slow tempo, quickened it, and then slowed it again. She made long strokes. Her firm breasts, so little sag, vibrated and rippled. Her shoulder length hair swayed. Her nipples danced to the beat of the music played by their interconnected groins. Her tube snugly sheathed his cock. She knew that was her best feature and employed it generously in gratitude to his choice of her.
When Fallston moaned, she knew to slow a little and allow him to cool a bit. Then she quickened the pace, reheating his brain, his face becoming flush. Over and over she led him up and let him down, but never quite as far down as before. He was climbing the staircase of happiness, two steps up and one step back. The top of the stairs was a long way from the bottom but Fallston was approaching that top landing. He was breathing hard, as if he was really climbing a long stairway. She was also getting high on the sensations and sought to conclude the event. On the next high, she plunged down and clamped hard, pressuring his cock with all of her strength. Fallston topped the last step and hosed his semen into her tightness. He groaned, moaned and blew out his cry of ecstasy. She matched his volume with her own announcement of pleasure.
When the waves of sensations passed, she carefully dismounted but lay over him, trapping his dwindling meat between their groins. Her hair fanned across his face. Her hugs poked her nipples into his. They lay quiet except for little caresses: earlobes, shoulders, back. He palmed and massaged her ass. She stirred, raising off and getting out of bed. She left the room. Fallston was alone again in bed. Noreen returned to lie at his side and keep him company through the remainder of the night.
Lying in a relaxed afterglow, Fallston’s thoughts turned to the future. Today was Black Friday, the biggest shopping day of the year, the kickoff of the merchant favorable Xmas shopping season. He mentally ticked off the friends and relatives he needed presents for. He hoped that Total Woman Excursions had a limo and a host guide to act as personal shopper who could accompany him to the Mall.