Silver Pt. 02

I sucked and licked her hard nipple, rolling it around with my tongue and took it between my lips, sliding it rapidly in and out of my mouth. Marlene ground herself into my crotch, moaning softly in pleasure. . I released her wet nipple and reached down to lift her skirt up to give me access to her ass, but, the denim skirt wasn't there. Apparently, that was the sound that I heard hit the floor after she had removed her sandals. Only the band of her thong and her silky smooth skin remained. I grabbed her soft cheeks and gave them a squeeze, as I pulled her harder into me, telling her just how beautiful her ass was. "Oh, you're so bad Michael... Do you like playing with my ass, squeezing it and running your fingers into it?" she moaned, as her mouth clamped down onto my neck. I ran my fingers along her soft valley, feeling the string of her thong disappear into it's depths. "I like when you play with my ass Michael," Marlene said, as she began to grind herself into me, "It feels soooo good and I noticed that it makes that beautiful cock of yours extra hard," she said, sucking on my neck harder and harder as my fingers slipped deeper into her soft crack.

Marlene reached back and grabbed her thong and removed it from her ass, turned onto her side, and slid it the rest of the way off before dropping it onto the floor. She turned her body back on top of me, this time bending her knees up and straddling my sides. I didn't need any further encouragement as I slid my finger back into her, running it over the entrance to her ass and over her already wet pussy. I trailed back and forth along her smooth lips, eventually sinking inbetween their slick warmth. "Oh fuck, Michael...that...is so...good..." she moaned into my neck. Her hips began to push back into my finger, so I added one more for good measure. "Oh yes...yes...so good..." she gasped, now digging her nails into my shoulders.

I slid my fingers out of her pussy, ran them back to her ass, and began to circle it's entrance. "Oh Michael...don't tease...me...please..." she moaned out loud, pushing her ass up to meet my fingers. I pressed a finger onto her waiting, tight hole and pushed down on it as I continued to circle it around. "Oh God, yes...give me more...put it in, Michael...please..." she begged, lifting her ass even higher in an attempt to have me bury my finger into her. I pressed my finger inside her tight hole just a bit more and held it steady. Marlene let out a heavy breath and again pushed her ass up to meet my partially inserted finger. I slid it in more to meet the upward thrust of her tight ass. "Oh yes, yes, yes..." she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck my ass," she pleaded. I slid my finger the rest of the way in, letting it rest for a couple of seconds before sliding it slowly in and out of her tight ass.

Marlene reached down and began fingering her pussy. "Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me, harder, faster; I love feeling you in my ass."

I reached down as best as I could with my free hand and tried to slide my shorts down enough to get my cock free from it's constraints. I managed to get the waistband down just below my balls, freeing my shaft, taking hold of it, and brought it up to where Marlene's fingers were buried, deep in her pussy. She let out a long, slow moan when she felt the head hit her soaked hand.

"Take them out," I told her.

With my finger still working Marlene's ass, I pushed the head between her wet lips and easily slid into her hot pussy with a slow, continuous thrust. Marlene ground hard onto it as she let out a long, throaty moan "Oh Jesus Christ, Shove that cock in further. C'mon Michael, Further, deeper." She pressed down even harder and I was buried deep into her hungry pussy. "Ahhh...yes, yes..." she grunted as she began to rock her pussy back and forth onto my prick.

Marlene's face was buried into my chest and her one hand was dug into the skin of my shoulder. I removed my finger, but continued to circle, press, and play with her beautiful ass. This was too much for Marlene and she wildly rocked back into me, forcing her clit onto my pelvis. She lifted herself up off of my torso with both hands, digging her long nails into my chest and frantically raised and dropped her hot pussy up and down my slick, swollen cock. "Oh god, Oh God, Oh god... Yes, yes, Yes, I'm coming, Michael. Fuck me, make me come on you... God yes, I'm coming," she gasped in rapid succession. Her pussy was grinding hard into me as her juices ran down my balls. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard, pressing them down into me before lifting them back up and dropping them repeadedly back down, plunging hard into her pussy against my upward thrusts. Our skin slapped violently together. She threw her head back, letting out a loud, gasping, moan, as the walls of her pussy began to convulse. She slammed down hard onto my cock, rocking her pussy quickly back and forth against my pelvic bone as her orgasm raced through her body.

Marlene was shaking as her head fell forward with her hair landing on my face. She kept rocking through her explosion and eventually slowed and dropped down limply onto me, gasping for air. "Oh my God, oh my God..." she said, in short, rapid breaths. "That was...so...fucking good, Mich...ael..."

Marlene finally looked up at me after a few minutes, with my dick still buried deep in her and said, "Michael, I think... No, you are amazing and I love everything that you do to me. You just don't realize, I'm not used to this. I was never treated this way. I always dreamed of it, but I was convinced that it just didn't exist."

"Maybe dreams do exist if you chase them," I told her.

"What?" she asked in surprise.

"If you chase your dream, you can make it come true," I said again.

"But, I didn't finish," she said.

"finish what?"

"I never finished my story about hunting you down," she said, immediately trying to take her words back.

"Oh..." I said, in amusement. "You stalked me?" I asked in a teasing voice.

"No, well, yes... No, not exactly, but sort of..." she stammered.

"Dooo tell..." I said.

"You didn't come... I want you to come..." she said, with renewed vigor, in a vain attempt to change the subject at hand.

"Stop, I'm alright where I am," I said, with my cock buried firmly inside of her still pulsating pussy. "Why don't you stretch your legs out and rest on top of me?"

Marlene slowly straightened out her stiff legs, one at a time and laid them on top of mine and rested her body back into my chest. I twitched my cock inside of her and she jumped in surprise! "How do you do that? Can you control that thing when you want?" she asked giggling and biting on one of my nipples.

"Well, it depends," I said, twitching it inside of her with the beginning of every word that I was saying.

"Stop that you nut!" Marlene laughed as she suckled the same nipple that she had just been biting.

I lowered my voice very deeply and said,"OK Marlene, whatever you say," twitching it again with the beginning of every word.

"Michael, stop..." she laughed.

"I can control it in there," I said, "but, when he is in my pants or something like that, he has a mind of his own," I explained.

"Is that why they say men think with their dicks?" Marlene asked.

"Yep, and it's true," I replied.

"But, I don't understand..."

"Join the crowd, it's one of the great mysteries of the universe," I laughed. "So where were we? Oh yes, you were about to tell me how you stalked me," I said in an amused voice.

"Oh geez, it wasn't really stalking," she said trying to convince me, "It was more like investigating," she said in a sly voice.

"Oh, it was investigative work?" I laughed.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, that's exactly what it was," she said, again biting on my nipple.

"OK, OK, I believe you," I said flinching at the pain.

Marlene went on to tell me that she sat at the window every day, waiting for me and Misty to walk by again. "My mom told me one day that it might be a bit easier if I just went over to your house and introduced myself. I told her that wasn't a viable fix to my dilemma."

She paused for a moment before continuing with her story.

"One day, I was sitting at my chair at the window and as I placed my cup back on the end table and looked up, you and Misty were directly in front of me. You couldn't have been twenty feet away and I felt like I could have just reached out and touched you. You were going up our side of the street instead of down the other side as you had the first time that I saw you. I screamed aloud and my mom laughed, asking me what was wrong," she told me with a little giggle.

"I told her that you were right there in front of me and she hurried over to take a look. Misty was gorgeous, sleek, and as black as coal. She stopped suddenly and you did the same along side of her. You reached your foot out to see if there was something in the way. It was a piece of raised sidewalk, a stupid piece of raised sidewalk and Misty stopped so you wouldn't trip over it," she told me in a bit of amazement.

"I watched you say something and Misty carefully stepped up onto the raised walk with you following her guidance. As you continued to make your way up the street, I ran and put my sneakers on, grabbed a warm coat and ran out of the door with my sunglasses covering the now faded bruises under my eyes. I yelled to my mom that I would be right back and the door slammed shut behind me. I followed you and Misty up the street to the corner, crossing and turning where you did," she proudly told me. "After a few turns, Misty made her way into a paved driveway, then onto the sidewalk that led to your front steps. She stopped and lifted her nose to the bottom of the railing until you found it. I could hear you tell her that it was alright to go, and up the steps you went, opening the door and slipping away inside. I continued to walk by your house, up to the top of your street, turned around and walked down again, past your house and back home."

Marlene went on to tell me that her mom asked if she had a nice trip when she returned home. She told me that she couldn't believe that she went out like that and that her mom wanted all of the dirt as they sat at the kitchen table with a fresh cup of hot coffee. Marlene told her how brilliant the both of us were together and how we walked back to our house, up the steps and inside. She went on to tell her mom how ridiculously smart Misty was and how she constantly made decisions that kept me safe.

"Michael, the winter was long and extremely cold and I didn't see you for awhile until one day, I decided to take a walk down to the new cafe that had opened and stopped dead in my tracks as I walked in and saw you sitting there at a table drinking your coffee with Misty tucked under your chair fast asleep. You looked right at me when I walked in and said hello. I somehow managed to get a high pitched hello out of my mouth and walked to the counter and placed my order. I spoke to the girl that was working that morning, and looking over towards you, asked if she knew you. She shook her head yes and I whispered to her, asking if you were a nice person. She told me about you, saying that you were very nice and incredibly funny and her dad's favorite customer. My breakfast sandwich was finished and I said goodbye to the girl after paying and walked towards the door. You looked up again from your coffee and smiled telling me to have a nice day! I thought to myself on the way home that you must have some ability to see."

"That was the perfume!" I said aloud.

"What are you talking about?" Marlene asked in bewilderment.

"The perfume in the cafe that morning... Your perfume, the perfume that you had on last night, the perfume that makes me want to lick every part of your body!" I said with excitement. "I so much wanted to ask you what the name of it was while you were standing there, waiting for your order, but I chickened out," I then told her. "I walked home with a hard on that day Marlene," I laughed. "So, let's fast forward to last night," I said with great anticipation.

"OK, well, So I had seen you and Misty sitting out on your front steps on occasions, always after dinner," she began. "My cousin was having a party at her house and wanted me to meet this guy that she knew from her work. I didn't want to go, but she told me that he was nice and she thought that it would be a good idea if I just got out to socialize a bit. I finally gave in and went to her house after sharing a glass of wine with my mom."

Marlene continued the story, telling me that when she walked into her cousin's house, she was introduced to this guy. She said that he already had a glazed look in his eyes as he greeted her. He had a beer in his hand and was a bit on the loud side as he spoke and gave her a tight hug. She told me that she froze and couldn't move as his arms wrapped around her and the smell of beer permeated his breath.

Marlene continued, "He backed away and asked me if I needed anything to drink. I told him no thanks and he said that he was going out to get another one. Michael, I ran to the bathroom and shook, with an overwhelming feeling of anxiety and terror flooding my body," she told me, now burying her forhead into my chest. "My cousin found me there, shaking and in a full panic because of this man that I had just met," she said, beginning to shake a little.

"It's OK, you don't have to tell me anymore," I said softly., but, she continued.

"I told my cousin that I had to leave and she completely understood, protecting me as she walked me through her house and out to my car."

Marlene continued her story by telling me that as she was driving by my street, she saw Misty and me sitting out on the front steps and made the decision right then that she was going to meet me that night. "Michael, I raced home, ran into the house and pulled out the selection of clothes that I especially wanted to wear for the night that I knew I would finally meet you. I already had my silver tank top on and silver nail polish applied. I slipped out of my boring sandals, yanked off the jeans that I had worn to the party and changed into the silver thong, black stretch shorts and silver high heals, resprayed my hair, and applied my favorite perfume before yelling to my mom that I would call her later as I raced out of the front door to my car. I felt no panic, no anxiety... Well, that's not exactly true, I was really nervous, but more excited than anything."

She told me that she had rehearsed this a thousand times in her mind, but, this was going to be the real thing. "I had a plan, Michael," she said with a sly smile. "I parked my car a little up the street from your house, got out, recieved a stunned look by a man who was washing his car and began my walk down the sidewalk towards your house for our first and now, most unforgetable meeting."

"That's it Handsome, the rest is history," she said, smiling and lifting up to give me a kiss. "Oh my..." she gasped, as my cock that was still buried in her pussy slid back a few inches. "Oh, I forgot about you big boy," she said, reaching down and lightly patting my balls. "Mmm..." she moaned, as she wiggled her stuffed pussy on me. "c'mon Michael, I want to feel you come in me again," she moaned, raising her pussy up and lowering it slowly back down onto my cock.

I suggested that she turn over and lay her back onto my chest. "Ooohhh... Hmmm, this sounds interesting..." she said with excitement. Marlene raised up and my cock slid out of her wet pussy and slapped onto my pelvis. She laughed and said, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I heard that," I said in embarrassment.

Marlene slid my shorts off, moved my cock out of the way and sat on my pelvis before lying back into my chest. I reached down, grabbed my cock and began rubbing it along her pussy lips. "Oh, that feels so good... Put it in..." she whimpered. I continued to slide the head of my cock along her puffy lips inserting it deeper each time. "Michael, please...Don't tease...please..." she pleaded.

"Oh Marlene, I think that you really like to be teased," I said, in a teasing voice of my own.

She responded by grabbing my hand and helping me slide my cock along her slick lips and up to her swoolen clit. "Oh...yes...right there, right there, Michael," she groaned and began arching her back up off of my chest. I moved my hand from my cock and let Marlene take charge. She grabbed my cock and began rubbing the head around her clit, moaning louder and faster. I brought my hands up to cup her beautiful, soft tits, squeezing them together as Marlene continued working my cock on her clit. I took her hard nipples between my fingers and rolled them together, receiving an appreciative moan of pleasure. "Oh Michael, Squeeze...them...squeeze...harder... Oh yes, please..." she said arching her back up even higher. "I'm come...com...coming...coming," she squealed. "Oh yes, yes, God...ahhh..." she gasped. I continued kneeding her tits until she screamed, "Oh God...God...ooohhhhh..."

Marlene took my cock and stuffed it into her hot pussy as she lerched upward, beginning another powerful orgasm. I began pumping my cock in and out of her as her orgasm continued racing rampid through her body. Sweat was pouring down her back as she humped her pussy onto my thrusting cock. Marlene was wild with excitement and her head thrashed side to side across my chest.

"Fu...fuck...Mic...hael... Fuck meeee..." she panted as my cock plunged in and out of her convulsing pussy. I could feel that I wasn't going to last long with all that had transpired, but mostly because of her vocal pleading. "Come...in me...come in..." she panted and begged. I felt the tingling in my balls as they drew up tightly to my body and sunk my dick into her, once again holding it deep inside. Letting out a long, loud groan, I thrust my pelvis up, lifting us both off of the sofa as I began to fill her hot pussy with my cum. "Yes Michael, yes..." Marlene gasped as my cock continued to spasm, shooting more hot spurts of cum into her pussy. "Oh God...yes, yes..." Marlene wailed as her orgasm, enhanced by my cum continued to traverse through her body.

Marlene finally dropped back into me as the last drops of cum dripped from my cock. Our bodies were stuck together with sweat as both of us panted and our lungs rapidly sucked in fresh air. I couldn't say anything. I could hear my heart racing and I think that Marlene's back was the only thing that prevented it from bursting out of my chest!

"Michael..." Marlene managed to say in a panting voice, "I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

"That's OK, I may not be able to get out of bed," I replied in heavy breaths.

"Michael..." she started to say again. "That was incredible! You get me so excited, you make me say wild things, I turn into a totally different person," she said to me as I felt her body relax and sink into my chest. She lifted her arms up and reached back as her hands wrapped around the back of my head.

"I love making you go wild Marlene," I replied as I ran my hands from her stretched tits, down her sweat soaked belly and lightly scratched the drenched hair of her landing strip. Marlene reached down and grabbed my hand and ran it back up her body to her soft,wet tits. "Good sticky?" she asked with a little giggle.

"yes, good sticky," I said, leaning forward and kissing the top of her head.

"I can't move," she said, "And I don't want to move either," she continued.

"You are fine where you are," I said and I wrapped my arms around her body, holding her tight.

"You feel so good," were the last words that I heard her say, as she closed her eyes and drifted off on my chest.

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"Oohhh..." Marlene gasped, waking up to a wet nose attached to a black hairy chin resting on her belly. "Oh Misty, you scared the shit out of me!" Marlene said in total surprise! Misty just stood there with her chin on Marlene's belly, staring at her with her sad brown eyes. "Do you have to go out, girl?" Marlene asked. Misty ran to the back door, returned, stretched on the floor and raced back to Marlene. Marlene began to lift off of me so she could let Misty out.