“Please,” he said.
“Okay,” Jennifer said, and she took him into her mouth. His hard cock was long but wide, wider than any she had ever seen, and it stretched her lips to the limit. She sucked him slowly, her tongue twirling deliciously in her mouth as she took him as far as she could go, her lips almost at the base of his cock. And then she would rock her head back, and he would slide almost completely out of her mouth, his cock shining in the soft light, wet from her saliva.
She kept her eyes on his as she blew him, but it didn’t take long until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she let his cock fall from her mouth completely. “Lay down,” she said as she stood. Then deciding he wasn’t moving fast enough, she shoved him onto the bed. She gripped his pants by the legs and pulled them off, so finally he was nude. She did the same then, sliding out of her thong and unclipping her bra before crawling on top of him. She reached down and steadied his throbbing cock with one hand as she lowered herself upon it.
His ginormous dick felt like pure bliss in her tight pussy. She let him fill her, sliding up and then pushing down quickly so that her ass cheeks slapped audibly against his thighs. As she rode him, Ryan sat up, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, groping at the other breast with one of his hands.
Jennifer rode Ryan furiously, tired of the teasing, tired of the soft touches. She made him fuck her hard, and she was coming for the second time before long. She yelled out loud, so loud that someone banged on the wall from the other side, but she didn’t care. She groaned and moaned as the second orgasm of the night rocked her body. Ryan kissed her to shut her up, as she was still shaking, her pussy gripping tightly on his cock as her juices flowed out of her around it, running down his pelvis and his balls.
Ryan was a nice guy, but he could only take so much. Finally, his animal instincts woke up, and as Jennifer continued to ride him, panting after her orgasm, he pushed her aside. She landed on her back and went to spread her legs, but Ryan just shook his head and grabbed her by the hips, rolling her over and pulling her up so she was on her hands and knees. His cock neared her, and she reached down to grip his cock and guide him into her pussy, but he grabbed her hair tightly and shook his head.
“Not there,” he said, and pushed his slick dick, shining with her spit and pussy juices still, into her ass.
Jennifer wasn’t an anal virgin, but she had never had a cock as big as Ryan’s in her butthole. She yelped as he pushed into her, and she gripped the sheet on the bed, so tightly her knuckles were as white as ghosts. His balls slapped against her pussy when he was fully inside her, and then he pulled back.
It didn’t take long for the man to come—her asshole was even tighter than her pussy—and she was both relieved and disappointed when he finally pulled out of her. Ryan used his hand on himself, jerking twice before he sprayed hot, thick ropes of cum onto her ass cheeks. As he was spraying his spunk on her skin, Jennifer tried to catch her breath.
He collapsed next to her, and she laid on her stomach. She looked over and laughed.
“Who would have thought you had that in you?” she said.
3
Over the next few weeks, Jennifer and Ryan saw more of each other. They fucked like rabbits, and they began to go on dates. Jennifer liked the man. He always had money; he always treated her to dinner; he bought her flowers. She had never dated a man like that. And the sex was wonderful. Best of all, Jaxson really liked Ryan, and for his part, Ryan seemed willing and able to spend time with the boy.
The only thing Jennifer wasn’t sure about was why she was still so attracted to the big burly bikers in her bar, particularly Rocky. He drank there almost every night, the same as the rest of the Reapers. He must have known she was seeing Ryan, because he came in even more frequently, and Jennifer wasn’t ashamed to be with a good guy for once, so they would kiss and hug when he was in the bar. Still, it didn’t keep Rocky from hitting on her, often right in front of Ryan.
Almost exactly two months to the day that Ryan and Jennifer had gone to Tempe, Jennifer’s life changed forever. She was bartending alone on a lazy Tuesday night. It was just about closing time, and the only people left in the bar were two strangers. They were both men in their fifties, bikers with long hair and beards. She guessed they were passing through; they wore vests with a snake and knife logo she was unfamiliar with.
“You guys drink up; I’m about to lock up,” she said.
“All right,” one man said, draining his beer and standing up from the bar.
“I’ll catch you in a minute,” the other man said; he still had half a beer to go. His friend left some money on the bar and headed out. Jennifer smiled at the man who remained.