The Ponytail Express Ch. 04

Fred nodded. "She's probably not going to come gently."

Deb arched an eyebrow again. "Apparently few women do when you're around."

Fred advanced on his sexy girlfriend. "Nice innuendo joke. Am I rubbing off on you, Deb?"

Deb advanced on him. "Only one way to find out for sure." Fred's shorts suddenly became uncomfortable.

He met her lips with his own as his hands sought out her incredible curves. His tongue invaded her mouth and she sucked on it. He felt her arms around him, exploring his body. Fred palmed her lovely ass, crushing her against him as he sunk his hand into the taut flesh. Deb moaned softly into his mouth. His other hand traveled under her shirt, feeling the tightness of her belly on the way to grope a pert breast. Suddenly, she pulled away from him. He licked her minty saliva off his lips and chin.

She looked like she was waiting for something, and Fred suddenly knew.

"Terminal." He waited.

"Cupcake." She responded.

She pushed him hard onto the bed, shucking her clothes quickly, crawling seductively onto him. Deb immediately sought his hard cock and begin kissing his shaft while caressing it with her hand, admiring the shape. She laughed as Fred maneuvered her into a sixty-nine. Her laughter turned to coos of desire as he began to eat her. Deb's mouth closed over his dick; her tongue began working his shaft; he tasted like a vanilla latte. She hummed into him as she felt Fred's tongue continue his assault on her sex.

"That's it, Freddy. Oh Freddy!" She ground her pussy onto her lover as she slurped around his cock. She felt like she was going crazy.

"Terminal," Deb moaned around his glans as she humped Fred's face. Her eyelids fluttered. Freddy added a third finger, sawing into her while he licked her folds.

"Cupcake," He mouthed, barely coherent, his mouth full of pussy.

Deb rolled his testicles around in her mouth while her hand pumped his shaft. Fred was calling her name between grunts. His cock didn't taste as good as it had.

"Terminal cupcake!" And there it was; smell and taste, a medley of him, on her lips. As Deb continued fellating her lover, she felt his tongue lapping insistently around her asshole as his fingers continued to saw into her sopping pussy.

"Eat my fucking ass!" Was what she was trying to say, but her mouth was full of cock, so it was just a muffled mess. Her hips bucked, then convulsed. She felt Fred's balls tighten and was gifted with a gush of Freddy's baby batter. She gulped it down like a smoothy. It was the first time she'd ever swallowed semen. It smelled sharply of sandalwood but tasted like vanilla; she wished there was more of it.

They maneuvered into a clumsy kiss, still reeling from their orgasms. Fred pulled away, licking spittle and cum off his lips. He gazed into Deb's lust-filled eyes. He had one hand on the back of her neck, the other on his wet, still-hard cock. He was rubbing it against her vulva, sending waves of pleasure rippling across her body.

"You know what I'm going to do now Deb?"

They were eye to eye. He on top, erection slick with her juices as he flicked his glans over her glistening folds. Deb lay below, still awash from her orgasm, legs spread invitingly, hips slightly raised in anticipation. Deb and Fred were locked eye to eye, glistening with sweat.

Before Fred could react, she grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into her, balls deep. Her back arched, breasts shuddering across her chest, her right leg spasmed.

"mmmm, soooo fucking goooood is what you're going to do F-freddy," She whimpered.

Fred stifled a yell with clenched teeth as he sank into her frothy depths. When he pulled out, he could feel her try to suck him back in. He'd never felt the sensation before and never wanted it to end. He trip hammered into her again and again.

"Fffreddy say the fucking thing," Deb garbled, as she fucked herself into Freddy with abandon. He drove into her twice more as their hips kissed with audible slaps. Her breasts shook with each thrust. Fred couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears, but it definitely stoked his fire.

"Terminal." Slap. "Cupcake." Slap! Freddy kept repeating the phrase. His release was approaching like a freight train. He tried to focus on Deb's tattoo, noting how it contrasted with her skin, her quivering breasts almost made it look like the flowers were blowing in the wind. He hammered into her again, and she called out his name. He lowered himself down, kissing her earlobe while making a series of quick, circular thrusts as he deep dicked her. Deb's eyes had been squeezed shut, but they widened rapturously while she hissed his name again. She held him, hand on his ass, one in his hair. Her legs wrapped deliciously around his back, encouraging him to thrust harder. Fred somehow managed coherence, his teeth holding Deb's earlobe hostage as he drove his cock deep into her sopping furrow.

"I'm yours." Sweat dripped off his face, stinging his eyes.

"Yeah?" She nodded. Her hips insisted Fred increase the pace. He was more than happy to oblige.

"Deb!" He gyrated his hips for all he was worth.

"Mine." Deb repeated the word like a mantra with each thrust. Finally, Fred came hard into her. His head and chest raised up, his mouth agape as his cock pulsed its molten load into her core. Deb's strong legs held Fred in place, hips raised off the bed, glutes clenched as she milked her man. She rolled her abdomen as she felt his seed filling her. Deb quaked in the throes of another orgasm. Fred whimpered, holding on to the small of her back like a man in a hurricane. The other had a handful of supple breast, his thumb teasing her nipple.

Fred listed to the side onto the bed, spent. Deb crawled on top of him, a magnificent sweaty vision of lust. What little mascara she had ran in narrow rivulets off her delicate cheekbones. She grinned like a Cheshire cat over Fred, who was trying to catch his breath. She took his hands in hers, putting them on her sweaty, heaving breasts.

"Let's shoot for 10, stud." Not for the last time, Fred felt out of his depth.

"Yep," He agreed.