Samantha's hand wasn't going anywhere. If anything, she kept stroking and turned completely to look at Ross, “Is this a side effect?”
Ross barely registered the question. It was one thing for him to touch himself, but another thing completely for Samantha to do it, especially when she was the very reason his erection had been so damn hard to control. He managed to nod in response.
“Does it hurt?” She asked yet again.
“No… but the more you touch it, the more I feel like you could do a lot more than just touch it,” he answered.
Samantha undid the robe's belt and pushed it away so she could take a better look. At the same time, Ross noticed how much she'd leaned in, allowing him a generous view of her cleavage… and there was a lot of cleavage to stare at. More than he’d ever realised she had.
“Remember the girl I told you about yesterday?” She stroked his dick some more, leaning in so he could almost touch the arousing swell of her breasts.
Part of Ross’s control snapped, and he wrapped his arms around Samantha, pulling her into him so he could touch her body some more. Whatever had led him to start touching her remained beyond his own reasoning. She'd crossed a line from which he wouldn't let her go back.
“Yeah, I remember. Any news back yet?” he managed just barely, kissing her neck in an effort to distract himself from what her hands were doing.
She put her free hand at the back of his head and pressed him down into her breasts, then she undid the zipper of his shorts and moved them out of the way. From within the confines of the fabric came a dick so thick her fingers couldn’t wrap around it. She gave the throbbing warm rod a squeeze and whispered, “The girl was me.”
Ross stopped for just a moment, rising up to look her in the eye. With his eyes on her, she got up and straddled him, bringing her mid-section down on his pulsing dick and placing a kiss on his lips, “I can help you release the pressure.”
“What pressure?” He asked.
Ross held her hips and watched as she rolled them in serpentine motion that added yet another level of hardness to his dick.
Samantha felt it. She knew the effect she was having on him, and she wasn't about to give it up. His hands went around to her butt cheeks and squeezed hard.
The sudden touch sent shivers of pleasure through her so violently that she slammed her breasts into Ross's face and let out a broken moan, “The pressure making your balls this big… I could tell my mother was dying to be fucked by Dad. I bet you're dying to put this thing inside me right now.”
Ross felt his body scream in response to Samantha's words. She was playing him like a fiddle, and this fiddle was dying to do more than just fuck. Even with next to no experience in sex, Ross was uniquely aware of how much he wanted to pound Samantha's pussy.
Without warning, he lifted her and lay her down on the bed, so he was on top. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled his midsection into hers. A hard log grazed her wet panties, and she moaned in response.
Ross pressed it into her, and she arched her back with pleasure, begging for more. A moment later, she pulled his shirt off him and threw the robe away, leaving him in nothing, with a dick throbbing mercilessly against her, ready to do more damage than she could realistically imagine.
Her eyes pierced his, “Want me to take off my top?”
He nodded enthusiastically, and she flipped him over so she was on top yet again. Ross suspected she’d realised how much control he had if he was above, yet this made no difference to him.
He pulled Samantha down so they could continue their tango of desire. Her breasts pressed into his bare chest, and she did nothing to hold back from turning him on even more.
He helped her take her top off, and she crawled even higher so he could have access to the round, intoxicating objects that were her breasts.
Almost immediately, his tongue touched her nipple, and she slammed her breast into him. A tear resounded through the room as his dick ripped the shorts away, too turned on by the curvaceous woman on top of him to stay confined.
She moaned in response, but only stopped feeding him her breast to offer him the other, “ F-F-FUCK!!!” She cried.
Wanting more, Ross's hands trailed down to her voluptuous ass and gave them a generous squeeze. The fabric was in the way. It felt so soft, and when he put some effort into it, the fabric gave, tearing away to reveal bare, soft, marshmallow-like skin that let his fingers sink just by touching it, only there was so much ass that no matter how much he squeezed, so much spilt out.
It was intoxicating, and his erection could not be harder. What he didn’t realise was how much his touches were messing with Samantha. Her fingers coiled into his hair as she pressed her breast into him and suppressed a loud moan.
“Fuck me!!!” She whispered.
“You're sure?” He asked, and she nodded, her hand travelling back to stroke the monstrosity she was about to take on, “Gosh, I can't imagine what this feels like!”
“You've had sex before?” He asked.
She nodded, “I had a boyfriend, but he didn't like my body as much as you do… which is nice for a change. I love what your hands are doing, and besides, he wasn’t anywhere near this size.”
Author's Note: These two have chemistry... Well, there was help from a little bite, but they have quite the chemistry now. Comment your thoughts. I welcome comments always(I just don't say it all the time).
Bonus images in the illustrated chapter.