HILLARY 2

HILLARY BEGINS THE STORY:

Ring! Ring!

“Hello,” C-man answered.

“Hi, C-man, this is Hillary.”

“Oh, hello, how are you?”

“I’m well, I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place for dinner this evening?”

“Sure, what time is good for you and what do you need me to bring?” he asked.

“Well, let’s say 7 p.m. and bring a bottle of tequila and limes, and that should do it.”

“OK, I will see you at 7 then.” He hung up.

At 1 p.m. I quickly ran to the store to pick up the ingredients for dinner. I hit the florist shop and picked up a wonderful bunch of tiger lilies for the table outside. Looking at the clock when I got back home, I saw that it is 4 o’clock. I quickly marinated the fresh tuna steaks I had bought, cut up all the veggies I needed, and put the flowers into water. Around 5:30 I stripped out of my clothes and indulged in a long, hot bubble bath while thinking to myself, “He is going to love me tonight!”

The evening was pretty warm, so I opted for extremely casual–a red tank-top, short denim cutoffs, a pair of hipster panties, and my beloved birkenstocks. At 6:45 my doorbell rang. I ran to the door to greet a stunning C-man.

“Oh, those tulips are lovely!” I exclaimed.

“Roses are so played,” he said, “and I figured these suit you better. You look fabulous, Hillary!”

He slowly crossed the threshold and kissed me lightly on the mouth. I instantly leaned in for the kiss, deepening it.

Ding!

“Oh, I need to go put the tuna on the grill. Come in and make yourself at home,” I said.

The whole apartment was candle lit, and there was Mozart playing softly throughout the place.

“Wow, my place can’t compare to yours, Hillary. Everything is so personal and not fresh from the store-room floor.”

“No, I’m kind of a pack rat. I like to paint in my spare time, so other then the Picasso above the fireplace, everything is mine,” I yell from the kitchen.

I had set up the table out on the terrace because of the weather. I switched the tiger lilies for the tulips on the table, and set both plates of food out.

“Are you ready for dinner, C-man?” I asked, sauntering over to him.

“Oh yes, I’m very hungry,” he exclaimed.

I took his hand and led him outside.

The dinner and conversation were pleasant. Afterwards we took the tequila, limes, salt and shot glasses into the living room.

“Was dinner OK?” I asked nervously.

“Oh yes, Hillary. You are an amazing cook. I think I need you to cook for me more often,” he replied. “But, although dinner was satisfying, it didn’t touch one of my cravings though.”

“Oh, what is that? I have sweets in the kitchen if you would like some,” I suggested.

“No, what I want is right…here,” he said and ran his hands up my legs.

“Mmm, I was wondering if you were still interested in that,” I remarked.

In the blink of an eye he was pulling me onto his lap and taking off my tank-top.

“Oh sweet Jesus, you have the most amazing tits!” he groaned. “I just want to suckle and nibble on them all day.”

As he feasted on my creamy tits, my hands gripped his hair and I heaved my tits in his face. “Oh God, C-man, you make me feel so wonderful!” I breathed.

“I want to make you feel even more wonderful,” he whispered. With that, he carried me into my room, which was also lit with candles, and placed me on the bed…….

C-MAN WRITES:

What a lovely sight my darling Hillary presented, stretched out on the bed. I had seen her in the nude before, but her wondrous beauty could never become a commonplace thing for me. We’d had sex only once, but that was enough to convince us that we enjoyed screwing each other.

But there is screwing…and screwing. Tonight I planned to introduce Hillary to a kind of screwing that she probably hadn’t experienced before. At least, that was my guess.

First, however…I stood next to the bed and pulled my belt all the way through the loops on my Dockers, dropping it onto the floor. There was already a hump in the front of my pants, and Hillary had been eyeing it, although a bit shyly. That was one of the things I most liked about her. She was a lady in every sense of the word…but a HOT lady. I had already learned that. Tonight I was going to find out just how hot my darling really Hillary was.

I flipped a couple of snaps and yanked my zipper down. Hillary watched as I let my Dockers fall, and I kicked them away. I had already gotten rid of my shoes. The exertion of kicking caused my 9-inch dick to pop out through the fly of my boxer shorts, and it locked into a rigid, upward tilting erection that made Hillary’s green eyes widen just a little. She had seen my lovemaker before, but not blatantly on display like this.

I’m not a shy guy. In fact, I like to show off. I don’t take any credit for the fact that I own a 9-inch dick–thank Nature for that–but I’m proud of it just the same. More than just proud, I was pleased with the effect that it seemed to be having on the lady I adored.

Hillary’s lush lips parted just a little, and one of her hands moved to her splendid tits, her thumb and index finger rolling a rosy-beige nipple. I smiled and frankly watched her, letting her know that I appreciated what she was showing me. This not only was revealed in my expression but in the movement of my right hand as well, which wrapped itself around the thick, hard shaft of my pecker and began slowly to stroke it.

“Ooh, C-Man…!” Hillary breathed, because she knew I loved to hear her call me that. Her eyes were riveted on my cock as she continued to toy with her tit, and her other hand glided down to her cut-offs which she quickly unsnapped and shucked away.

I liked her little panties which were pastel pink and silky, clinging to the delectable morsel between her legs. She showed that to me, with only the thin silk wrapped around it, as she spread her legs wide. I stroked my cock more purposefully, making it throb with excitement. And then I suddenly let go of my rampant love-wand, letting it bob free, and I knelt on the bed next to my darling.

“Do you want a taste of my cock, Hillary?” I asked, my voice low-pitched and hoarse with passion.

“Ooh, yesss, C-Man, let me suck your big dick,” she begged, so I carried it to her lips and let her lick it. Looking down, I was thrilled to the max to watch–and feel!–her eager tongue dance over my swollen, throbbing cockhead.

Hillary took my knob into her mouth and sucked on it, rolling her eyes up toward me. I petted her cheek. I took hold and moved her face away from me, letting my dick pop out. I wanted to watch her go after it and suck it back in. She did. Oh God, I loved that. I kept pulling my dick out of her warm, sucking mouth and let her go after it again and again. Finally she gripped my nuts in one hand and my shaft in the other and went after me like there was no tomorrow, pumping her warm, wet, sucking mouth passionately up and down on my rod. I loved it!

Hillary”s panties had to come off, and I was just the guy to pull them down her legs and give them a toss. I spread her legs wide apart. Oh my Lord, what a beautiful sight! Hillary’s pussy was so perfect. Its outer lips were puffed with excitement and open just enough for me to see the juicy pinkness within. I snuggled down, got my face right up in there, and spread the petals of her pussy with my impudent fingers.

God, I loved it! The sight, the scent, and now the taste of her succulent little pussy, all wet and pink and so delectable as I swabbed my shameless tongue up and down, up and down on her oozing split. Her pussy lips were moist velvet, and I wiggled my tongue deep between them, stroking up and down, tickling her clitty, then worm
ing my way into the mouth of her hot little love tunnel.

I raised my head and said huskily, “Ooh, Jesus Christ, Hillary, you are a tasty wench! God damn, but I love to lick your sweet
cunt! Ooh baby, you are so delicious!” I slurped and slobbered all over her delightful, delectable little twat, and my head grew light from the wonderful taste and scent of it. I reached down and stroked my cock which was threatening to pop, I was so excited.

I shucked my shorts away, and now we were both totally nude. I rolled the luscious Hillary onto her stomach and gave her a hard swat across both buttocks. She yelped…then cooed…then said, “Ooooh, yessss!”

I spanked her again. Her buttocks danced, and she moaned. She shook her ass at me, and I spanked her some more. And then I got down and pressed my face between her wobbly, satin ass-cheeks, and I licked the little puckery portal that resided there.

I was going to drive into that forbidden access tonight. I didn’t know if she wanted me to do it, but I was going to do it anyway and show her how exciting it could be. But first…I spent a lot of time licking up and down her ass-crack, tickling her delightful little asshole with the tip of my tongue, then wiggling my tongue so that it sank into the tight pucker, and I tasted her there.

“Oh, my darling Hillary, you are so exciting!” I husked.

I rose onto my knees and boosted her hot ass into the air. Moving up, I sank my nine inches, balls deep, into her very wet and slippery cunt. She had ALL of me, and she gasped. Then she cooed with delight.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” I asked. “What do you say?”

“Ooh yesss, C-Man, fuck the shit outa me!” Hillary demanded lewdly, and I knew my baby was really charged.

I fucked her hard and fast, pumping my big prick in and out of her pussy at a rapid rate. My front slapped noisily against her asscheeks, making them quiver, and my balls crashed against her clitoris. I felt her slip a hand down there and pluck at her hot little sex-tip as I pile-drived into her pussy. You never saw a jackhammer on Main Street going faster than my stiff cock in and out of Hillary’s hot hole!

She squealed and bumped against me. She was loving the hard-driving fuck that I was giving her. And my eyes rolled back in their sockets because it was so fucking good! Hillary’s tight little cunt was heaven. Her encircling flesh grabbed onto me and milked me as I fucked her. I felt her cum, then cum again, bumping and gasping and crying out. She pulled at my cock with her spasming intimate muscles which were like the fingers of a hand, grasping me, squeezing me, trying to make me cum as she came..

But I didn’t want to do that. I had something else in mind. I brought my right hand to Hillary’s gasping mouth and slipped the first and second fingers between her lips. “Lick them,” I said simply. “I need your sweet spit.”

She looked up at me, her beautiful hot eyes rolling as she licked my fingers and deposited her mouth honey on them. I carried them to her backside, swabbed them along her crack, and worked the middle one into her tight rear hole. She gasped when my finger popped into her ass.

“Is that all right, baby?” I asked.

She was breathing hard, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. I could see that her hips were moving, grinding, trying to take my finger deeper. “As long as it’s…just your finger,” she panted, and bumped. I sank three knuckles into her asshole.

Hillary gasped again. I circled my stiff middle finger in her butt and brought my forefinger into play, pushing it into her hot ass alongside its friend. I circled both of them in her asshole. She was bumping and bawling…and loving it! I stroked both fingers in and out of her bum.

I kept them inside her ass, to the hilt, and I wiggled around to bring my swaying cock near her lips. Hillary put out her tongue and began licking my cockhead all over without me even asking her. Using my free hand, I shoved my dick into her mouth and she clamped onto it.

“Uuunnngh…uuunnnh…uuunnnh…” she moaned in her throat as she sucked on my juicy joystick.

“Yeah baby, yeah…” I husked, petting her black hair as I resumed pumping my fingers in and out of her ass.

The time had come to show Hillary what real fucking was like, and I pulled my prick from her mouth with a sucking pop. I carried my turgid lovemaker to her rear, draped myself up over her rump, and worked the head of my tallywhacker into her rear hole to replace the fingers that had been diddling her.

“Oooh, my Godddd!” Hillary cried. “Oooh,. You’re dooo-ing it! You’re fucking my ASS!”

“Damned right,” I exclaimed. “I’m fucking your tight little cornhole, baby! You can’t get knocked up like this, but you can have one hell of a time!”

With that I began to stroke my turgid, wrist-thick column of lust in and out of her gripping, rippling asshole, poking her deeper with every thrust until she had all nine inches of my manhood throbbing up her ass.

“Do you like it, baby?” I demanded. “Do you like to be fucked up your shit chute?”

“Ooh, Christ yessss!” she hissed. “Fuck me hard! Ooh, fuck me harder, you goddamned mother-fucking bastard!”

“You hot tart! You slut! You beautiful angel!” I cried, and fucked her ass as hard and fast as I possibly could, pumping my pecker in and out of her clasping little hole, my balls swinging against her cunt. I tilted my head back and let out a wild cry of conquest.

Hillary squealed. I could feel her climax around me. I was pinching and pulling at her clit as my cock pumped in her tight rear hole. When finally I had taken as much as I could withstand, I let out a whoop as I fired my love-gun. Shot after explosive shot spurted and splashed into Hillary’s rotating, bumping rear. My warm, creamy cum pooled inside her. She bumped against me and gasped. She let out another cry and had another climax as I slapped her cunt from underneath, then pinched her clit hard.

We lay together, me draped on top of her and kissing her all over her neck and ears and cheek, finally on her sweet lips. My softening cock pulled out of her rear, and I settled down next to her. We hugged and kissed. Our hearts beat together and in perfect time.

Hillary was my girlfriend now and no one was ever going to take her away from me!