unfeeling

Aisling Weaver's Fuck Me Friday

(kinda change of story telling as i wrote it from lover andy's view)

Andy shoved his cock hard between Sandie's thighs as she knelt on all fours doggie-style and thrust deep hot and hard in her wet hotright cunny and gripped her lovely round arse as he came with animal wildness, grunting his spunk in sticky burning jets that filled her right up. But Sandie didn't say a word. There was just a distant wailing and moaning like an alley cat fighting somewhere outside.

"So, playing hard to gasm, are you?" Andy snarled and worked his huge throbbing cock back to hardness. He twisted Sandie on her back and grabbed her ankles, pulling them high and wide over his shoulders and plunged into her cunny as it brimmed with his cum from so many fucks that night. He was on a roll, fucking Sandie in every position he knew and some he'd made up especially so he pleasure punished her cunny, clit and g spot. He was sure he had even found a few more erogenous zones unique to Sandie and named them 'Andy or A spots'. He was feeling very pleased with himself that night, and rightly so cos, as Sandie often said, he was the horniest, filthiest, dirtiest fucktoy she had ever had, and as far as Andy knew, she was the horniest fuckslut and cumwhore he had ever known and had the pleasure of fucking often, deep, hard and fast with no complaints. In fact, she spurred him on, invented her own filthy ways of fucking, and had even made Andy cum just by texting him filthy suggestions so he spunked his boxers in a shop.

But now Sandie was unusually quiet and unfeeling as Andy gave her a first class fucking... a fuck so powerful and indecent it made hardcore porn movies look tame, and he didn't know why. The wailing cat outside got louder and Andy was tempted to stop fucking Sandie - maybe he had made her so sore with his fucking she was numb with ecstasy - and go look out the window. It was then he realised he couldn't get his cock out of Sandie. Yes, she was good and tight like any decent fuckslut but so full of his spunk he should have slipped right out with no problems. He was stuck fast. He knew his cum was good, thick and sticky but it shouldn't have glued him inside her. Maybe he'd shoved so deep he'd got wedged in her cervix - he was sure he was so long he banged it hard constantly and Sandie never complained. In fact she complimented him on the fact he did it so fucking hornily and gasmically, telling him to ram her harder and even deeper when he did, and then some more, and more, and more more...

The room spun round Andy and he felt giddy, puzzled and worried. What was he going to do?

"Sandie, what are you gonna do?" he asked, over and over when he got no reply. The dim room went dark, pitch black. The wailing cat got louder and louder until it almost deafened him. He seemed trapped in a nightmare where a humongous ravenous pussy was waiting outside to ravaged him and gobble him up, and Sandie was no longer responding to his fucks!

It was then that his eyes flickered open. The early morning sun was glowing orange outside and casting strobing amber highlights over Sandie as she straddled him, fucked him hard with her own special brand of cowgirl moves. Her bounces brought her burning wet cunny down hard and fast over his already hard cock and he felt he was on the verge of cumming already.

"G'morning my horny fucktoy lover." Sandie half-purred half-gasped as her tits swung lower so Andy could suck on her nips. As his lips met them, and he sucked hard on one while massaging the other, Sandie let out a wail like an alley cat and gasmed hard over his dick deep in her. Vicious liquid ripples spasmed and fucked his cock to climax, and Andy felt himself squirt powerfully right up in her already full and leaky dripping cunny. His spunk squelched and slurped over his pubes, and splashed over Sandie's bare mound as she kept grinding her quivering cunny on his dick.

Sandie grasped Andy's wrists and got him to brace the small of her back as she sat up and threw her hand back, long dark reddish hair swirling round in writhing gasmic bliss as she wailed her pleasure in sighing gasps and little loud angel cries that just made Andy want to fuck her again.

He didn't have any choice though. Sandie swung her head back to look at Andy in the eye with that dangerous 'are you gonna fuck me again or what?' expression of filthy unsatisfied lust he knew. The nightmare of her not responding to his fucks had been just that - a nightmare. He had fucked her hard so many times he had just keeled over with exhaustion and dropped off after his last amazing dogging but the viagra he had taken had left him hard even in sleep. Never to let an opportunity of a good fuck go to waste, Sandie had kept on using her Andy fucktoy and wailing her gasms as he slept. SHE was the humongous ravenous pussy of his dreams, and as she brought her real life wet and hungry pussy crashing down hard on his punished penis for an encore fuck of wild intensity, Andy just lie there, hands bracing her open thighs with thumbs meeting on her clit for extra naughtiness, and let Sandie have her wicked way with him...