Coup de Grace

"Ah shit!" she cried out as another rope of cum spattered on her nose and upper lip. She laughed as he continued to growl, pumping out cum onto her face.

The last fitful contraction of his muscles dribbled cum onto her neck as she carefully blinked her eyes open. The thick white globs of cum stood out sharply on her golden brown skin.

"Damn," she said as she let her breasts fall away from his throbbing organ, and then laughed again. "You just kept coming."

In a weak voice, he responded, "Fuck. Yeah."

"Get my phone out. Take a picture, and make sure that big white dick is in there."

Shane leaned forward, his arms barely able to support him. He found her phone on the top of her purse and turned it on. Fortunately, he had an iPhone as well, and knew how to turn on the camera. Though still unsteady, he ignored the message alert tones and framed up the shot of his cock hovering above her chest and chin, snapping the picture.

"One more," she said, and then opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue as well.

He snapped the picture, and then cried out when her tongue lapped his sensitive organ.

Grace chuckled, licking his cum off her lips since he'd jerked the source of it out of range. "Mmm. You taste good." She held out her hand and said, "Let me see."

She looked at the pictures. "Damn, you made a mess. It's all up in my hair and shit."

"Sorry."

"That mother-fucker is gonna straight-up lose his mind when I send him this. If he wants to call me a ho, I'll show him a ho."

Shane groaned. "Fuck, that was good."

"Uh huh. Can you get me something to wipe all this off now?"

He nodded, forcing his weak legs to obey him so he could get off the couch. She chuckled as he stumbled his way to the bathroom for a damp washcloth. When he returned, she'd unbuttoned her jeans, revealing a pair of lavender panties. She had her hand beneath, fingers moving as she played with her pussy.

Shane shuddered as she brought her damp fingers to her lips and licked them clean before holding out a hand for the washcloth.

While she wiped the cum off her face, he reached into the parting of her zipper, running his fingers over the crotch of her panties, which were damp. She moaned, lifting her hips toward his fingers, so he wormed one beneath the material to her folds.

"Did I get it all?"

"Yeah," he answered as his finger reached her nether lips and slipped between them.

"Mmm." She sat the washcloth down on the table. It promptly slipped off onto the floor, though neither of them noticed. "So, was Wendy telling the truth about how much you love to eat pussy?"

Shane nodded and pulled his finger away from her warm, wet crease to grasp her jeans. While he pulled down, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties as well. Between his tugging and her wriggling, they managed to remove the last of her clothing, save for a pair of ankle socks.

Grace parted her legs wide. "Why don't you show me?"

An artfully trimmed nest of dark curls adorned her mound, thinning around her nether lips. Thin chocolate petals peeked out from between her outer lips, glistening with wetness. She reached down with two fingers to spread her folds, revealing a line of pale pink as he dropped to his knees next to the couch.

The musky scent of her arousal gave him chills as he leaned in. The first taste made him groan when he traced the full length of her pussy with the tip of his tongue.

Placing a hand on top of his head, Grace said, "Don't make me wait."

As if he had any intention of doing so.

He continued to use the tip of his tongue, tracing every contour of her folds, growing steadily more intoxicated on her scent and taste by the moment. There was something different — exciting — about the flavor of her juices. Whether it was the excitement of going down on her or something truly unique, he didn't know, and didn't really care.

"Mmm, I like that. That taste good?"

He paused just long enough to say, "Delicious," before pushing his tongue deeper.

"Ah yeah. Get in there."

A fresh burst of even more intense flavor made him feel light-headed for a moment. He stabbed his tongue in as far as he could, tilting his head to delve even deeper. His tongue caressed her walls as he lapped for every drop of the sweet, spicy nectar he could gather up.

Grace began to swivel her hips, her fingers tightening in his hair. When he slipped his tongue out of her canal, he wiggled it while lapping her folds, just brushing the underside of her hood. Feeling her squirm and hearing her make quiet sounds of pleasure drove him to even greater efforts.

She gasped as he turned up the heat, sneaking more frequently to her clit. "Like that. Faster. Ooo yeah. Damn, she wasn't lying."

"Love it," he muttered into her folds.

The pitch of Grace's voice rose a little as he devoured her, eager to feel her come on his tongue. "Ah shit. Ah shit. Eat that pussy. Fuck, you're licking my pussy so good."

Most of the women he'd been with were pretty quiet during sex, and certainly hadn't talked dirty to him like Grace was. It turned him on even more, and despite having come all over her face so recently, he felt his cock twitch with the first signs of life.

"Oh! Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Ah! Ah! Shit, you gonna make me come!"

"Yeah. Come for me." He used his thumb to pull her hood up, exposing her swollen clit, and attacked it with a hard stroke of his tongue.

"Ah fuck," she squealed, her hips rising up and hand pressing down at the same time to grind his face into her pussy. "Don't stop. Ohh, I'm gonna fucking come!"

Shane kept up the pressure, licking her clit as hard and fast as he could. He could feel her muscles tightening, and the flow of her juices increased. A quick suck of the swollen bud made her lurch beneath him and yelp.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! I'm coming! Yeah!"

Grace's thighs clamped down on the side of his head, her clawed fingers digging into his scalp. She trembled, screaming loud enough that he could hear it even with her thighs pressed against his ears. With little choice in the matter, he rode her climaxing body, flicking her clit with his tongue when he could. Every touch of the slippery organ made the pitch of her screams jump an octave.

Just when the ache in his neck was growing uncomfortable, her legs snapped apart and she sucked in a ragged gasp. "God damn! Hold on." A trembling hand pushed on the top of his head.

He couldn't resist one last swipe of his tongue that sent a shockwave through her body and made her scream to the ceiling above.

Shane sat up to watch her quiver. Her pussy lips twitched, and a stream of milky white juices traced down from between them to the iris of her ass. She had sweat beading on her forehead, and her mouth hung open as she panted for breath, sometimes whimpering when an aftershock claimed her. He stroked his half-hard cock, feeling it swell between his fingers.

Her eyes opened after a minute or so, and she moaned. Her right leg trembled violently for a few seconds, and she slapped a hand onto it. As the quivering subsided, her eyes locked with his. "Damn, you got me good."

Licking her juices off his lips and chin, he said, "I want more."

She covered her pussy with one hand and squeezed her legs together. "Oh hell no. Not until I catch my breath. Whew!"

With her legs bent, she'd provided enough room for him to get up on the couch, and his aching knees encouraged him to do so. As soon as he sat down, he saw her eyes widen.

"You're hard already?"

He shrugged one shoulder, though his cock twitched, giving a far more definitive answer as it stood at full erection.

She swallowed, and scrunched up her nose. "I need some water or something. My throat's dry as hell from screaming."

Shane pointed a finger at her and said, "You're welcome."

"You crazy... Go get me some water."

He laughed and headed for the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water. She had sat up against the arm of the couch while he was gone, and brought the glass to her lips as soon as he handed it over. There was a wet spot on the cushion, and her pussy still glistened with her juices and his saliva.

"You've got a one track mind," she remarked when she caught him taking in the sight.

"Hard not to with you sitting there naked."

She grinned. "I'm getting on that track too. You know what? There's something else I never let Jaymal do."

"What's that?" His cock twitched in anticipation.

"Come up in my pussy."

That set off a powerful throb from his manhood — strong enough to make him grunt.

Grace's eyes darted down to his manhood. "Ooo. That made him jump."

"Never done it before."

"Mmm. Well, you're going to. But not on this damn couch." She stood up and grabbed her phone off the table. When she saw him staring, she gave her rounded ass several shakes.

"You have such a great ass."

Grace chuckled and started toward the hall, her hips swaying. "Get my water. What you waiting for?"

Shane grabbed the water and followed hot on her heels. She certainly wasn't waiting. Her phone slid onto the nightstand, and she slipped into the bed, spreading her legs wide before he could even sit the glass of water down.

"Get down in there and warm me up."

Eager for another taste of her sweet pussy, he had no problem with that. He climbed onto the bed and dived straight in.

"Mmm. Damn. You're so good at that."

Still lapping, he added another dimension by pushing two fingers deep into her canal. The way she squeezed around his fingers made him groan. "Damn, you're tight."

"Ooo, I like that. Don't stop."

Shane thrust his fingers in and out, centering his tongue's attention on her clit. In no time, she was squirming beneath him, and he could feel her juices dripping from his knuckles.

An especially loud yelp escaped her when he sucked her clit, and she said, "I want that cock."

His fingers made a wet, slurping sound as he pulled them free, promising an even tighter squeeze in just a few seconds. He pulled his knees under him as he lifted his mouth from her pussy, scooting into position.

Again, he was struck by the contrast of his cock against her skin. The sight set his heart to racing as he gave her clit a couple of teasing taps with the head, and then rubbed it up and down her folds to wet it.

"Give it to me. Put that cock in me."

Shane pressed down on the stiff organ with his thumb, guiding it into position. With a push of his hips and a long groan, he buried it inside her.

"Ah yeah, that cock feels good."

"So tight," he groaned as he worked his hips in slow pumps.

After only a few strokes, his cock was coated in milky cream. Grace caressed her breasts, flicking the nipples with her fingers, and moaned "Oh yeah," with every penetration. He picked up the pace a little, and her next moan was louder.

She felt like pure heaven — tight, hot, and wet around him. His instincts screamed at him to pound away, but he kept them in check. He pulled one hand away from where it was curled around her thigh, centering it over her clit.

Grace's voice jumped an octave as he rubbed her clit. "Ah, shit! Yeah, rub that clitty. Damn."

Shane kicked it up another notch, keeping his fingers moving. He had a bit of a numb feeling from getting hard so soon after covering her face in cum. It didn't change how good she felt, but it did keep him from feeling as if he was going to come any time soon.

"Ah yeah, you're getting me there. Faster. Fuck that pussy. Fuck that pussy, baby."

Still feeling only a dull itch in the tip of his cock, he did exactly that. The fingers of his left hand dug into her thigh as he pounded his cock home. He moved the fingers of his other hand faster, until they were almost a blur. Her big tits bounced as he rocked her body, now free to move because she'd slapped both hands down on the bed to claw at the comforter.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right there. Like that."

"Come for me," he growled, driving his cock home as fast as he could while still keeping up the hot friction on her clit.

"Ah, fuck yeah!"

Her breaths came in rapid pants and her head lashed on the pillow. Clawed fingers jerked the comforter, revealing the sheets beneath. He could feel the muscles in her thigh tightening beneath his fingers. His reprieve was beginning to wear off, and the itch in the head of his cock intensified from the way her velvety smooth walls were milking him.

Her voice loud and warbling from his cock pounding home, she cried out, "Oh shit, I'm gonna come!"

"Do it."

"Ah shit! I... Aiee!"

Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice as her high-pitched scream echoed back from the walls. Her back arched up from the bed, thrusting her breasts toward the ceiling. Shane grabbed her other thigh, holding her in place so he could keep thrusting — keep her coming.

Her bowstring-taut body thumped back to the bed, jerking every time he drove his cock home. She yelped with every thrust, and then half sat up, screaming as another wave of orgasm wracked her body. Getting too close for comfort, he buried his cock to the hilt and held it there, feeling her walls contract around him as her orgasm played out.

After a minute or so of heavy, loud breathing, Grace looked up at him and said, "God damn!" Her head dropped back down to the pillow. "Shit, you made me come hard."

"Loved it."

She lifted her head again. "You didn't come, did you?"

He shook his head.

"Ah, damn. Let me catch my breath."

Shane pulled free with a groan. Grace lurched on the bed and squealed from the sensation.

"That... That didn't help me catch my breath."

"Sorry."

She let out a weak chuckle. "Get that water for me?"

He slid across the mattress toward the nightstand while she scooted back until she could sit up against the headboard. She drained the glass, still shivering every once in a while from aftershocks.

"You want some more?" he asked as she put the glass down.

"Mmm hmm." Her lips turned up into a sexy grin. "But not water."

She rolled over, rising up onto her hands and knees to shake her booty. Shane moved in behind her almost as soon as her butt started to jiggle.

"You want to see it shake some more, you shake it for me," she teased.

He groaned, stroking his hands over her gorgeous ass while he pushed his cock against her nether lips. The tip found her wet heat, and he grasped her hips, pulling back as he plunged into her depths.

"Ah yeah. So deep," Grace said as he hit bottom and paused, leaving his cock buried deep inside her. She bent down on one elbow, freeing up the other hand to reach between her legs. Fingers circling over her clit, she said, "Give it to me. Fuck that pussy and come inside me."

Shane started thrusting, grunting from the feeling of her incredible pussy wrapped around his naked cock. "Probably not going to take long. Fuck, you feel so good."

"You like this pussy, huh?"

"Love it."

"Then stop talking and start fucking. Beat that pussy up."

He slammed his hips forward, a loud smack sounding as their bodies collided. Her butt quivered, and only his grip on her hips kept her from rocking forward. "Like that?" he grunted as he pulled back to thrust again.

"Hell yeah."

The bed springs creaked in protest as he pounded his cock home, joining the claps of their bodies colliding, his grunts, and her moans. By some miracle, he didn't immediately blast her full of cum, but he was losing the battle fast. He slowed down, hoping to stave off the inevitable.

"Harder. Don't you stop." She pushed her hips back at him as he thrust, smacking her butt into his thighs.

"Getting too close," he grunted from between clenched teeth.

"Then give me that cum. Just fuck me hard."

Realizing that it was more or less inevitable at this point unless he stopped completely, he dug his fingers into her hips. At least I got her off twice, he thought as he gave her every ounce of speed and power he could muster.

"Ah yeah. That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Within a few rapid thrusts, he was on the brink. Through sheer willpower and a tight clenching of muscles, he kept his cum at bay. All it was going to take was a slight change in rhythm or shift of position to set him off, though. His body was screaming at him to let go — to erupt inside her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck — fuck! Ah fuck yeah!"

"Gonna come," he warned.

Grace responded with a high pitched scream. "Give it to meee!"

Two thrusts were all he had left. A roar of primal release passed his lips as he slammed his cock into her one last time. His whole body jerked as he blasted cum into her depths, filling her with every drop he had left. His hips worked in spastic twitches, intensifying the sensation.

Grace suddenly cried out, "C-coming!"

He let out a comical grunt of stunned surprise as her pussy squeezed around him and she screamed. Some tiny, functioning part of his brain realized she was coming too. Then, even that faded as his sensitive organ spurted its final offering into her climaxing pussy.

By the time he could breathe without gasping, open his eyes, and take note of his surroundings again, she was lying flat on the bed with him on top of her, and his cock still buried inside her.

"Fuck, so good," she muttered into the pillow.

He could only respond with a groan where he lay with his cheek resting on her back.

"I could feel that thing getting bigger and throbbing. Knew you were coming, and then... Ah, damn."

"You came too?"

"Oh yeah."

A contraction of her intimate muscles made him stiffen and gasp.

Grace chuckled. "Oh, I don't want to, but I got to move." She lifted her head up from the pillow then and said, "Oh, shit. You got to take the picture."

Even going soft inside her, the stimulation of her pussy wrapped around him was too much. After a couple of rapid breaths, he rolled off her onto his back and groaned.

"Ah shit," she exclaimed, pulling her legs together. "Already coming out." As she rolled over, she tugged on his nerveless arm and said, "Come on now, get the phone."

Only the chance to see his handiwork and knowing that her jackass of an ex-boyfriend would be livid when he saw it allowed him to summon the strength to rise. He leaned over her, grabbed the phone, and started navigating the menus.

Grace lay on the bed with her legs still clamped together. "Ready?"

He nodded, taking aim with the phone's camera.

She parted her legs, revealing a dollop of cum welling up from inside her. He snapped a picture as the bubble popped and the thick, white cream meandered down over her dark skin. It just kept coming, oozing from her canal and onto the bed, and he snapped a second picture.

"Damn, boy," she said and laughed as she sat up and saw the mess. She reached out for the phone to look at the pictures.

Shane handed it over, and then collapsed onto the bed again. He closed his eyes, but only for a few seconds, because she tapped her fingers on his forehead.

"Come on now. We need a shower, and you need to change the bed. I ain't sleeping in this."

She's going to stay the night? He thought with amazement.

"Get up," she reiterated, and gave him a smack on the side of the ass to punctuate it.

"I'm getting up. I'm getting up."

"Damn, I'm still dripping cum everywhere," she said, and then laughed. "Get the bed changed while I go to the bathroom, then come get in the shower."

He groaned and sat up. "Okay."

She paused at the foot of the bed and said, "Because we're fucking as soon as we get up, and we ain't doing it all crusty."

That incentive got him moving.