Wanderlust part 34 "I got a girl..."

Happy Sunday, folks. Part 34, ahoy.

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Sommer
p.s. gosh I want that little pendant thingy. might have to order it.

Wanderlust
part 34

by Sommer Marsden

There was a water stain on the ceiling. It was shaped like West Virginia. I studied it as he pushed the head of his cock to the tight star of my anus and I heard him say "breathe".

Half command, half reassurance. I sucked in a deep breath, blew it out and there was an inch more and then another and then he was past that stubborn ring of muscle and he froze. We both froze.

Johnny traced patterns no my skin. A soft fingertip skating along my lower back, up my spine. He brushed his hand over my shoulders and slipped his hand under my hair to palm the back of my neck.

I was lulled by it. The snake charmer charming the serpent. I went boneless and that is when he started to move. Slowly at first, letting me adjust. I thought of nothing but the sensation. How full I was and how his cock, deep in my body, nudged my nerve ending to the point of blissful confusion.

My cunt beat in time with my heart, still tender from being used and now thumping with arousal—wanting to be filled but denied the fullness.

"Put your hand under your body," he said.

Out in the parking lot a car door slammed. People were coming and going and arriving and sleeping. All of this happening while Johnny Rose was taking my cherry. Ass fucking—I was getting in.

My crazy train of thought made me laugh—it had a high nervous, slightly scary sound to it. But another sound, too. The laugh of a free woman.

I pushed my hand under myself as he continued to move in and out of me, his cock so perfectly big. Just enough pinch and sizzle of pain to make my demanding pussy ache that much more. I wanted to come. I needed to come.

Flat on my face, pinned by him. taken and used and ordered and handled. It was all about letting him. Letting him. For an I-will-do-it person, letting is the hardest part.

Not on my hands and knees, not on my belly, but hovering in some no-man's land in between. He had me suspended and unable to tell up from down at any given moment, I did what he said, pushing my face to the bedding that smelled like cheap detergent and dust, my hand moving, my body growing tighter and tighter for a release that I somehow want to study—because it was all new—but was too caught up in to care.

"Can you feel it?" he asked, his voice darker than I'd ever heard it.

"If this is a big penis joke I—"

He pinched me—fast and hard—and the pain that rolled through my skin seemed to fill my pussy and echo deep in my body. My heartbeat sped and I swallowed, wishing to come, hoping I wouldn't. Not yet.

He slammed into me, his pelvis banging the back of my hips. My ass tight around his thrusting cock, his breath a hot wash of air on my naked back.

He tried again. "Can you feel how your pussy reacts to this?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"It's like an absence," I managed. Stroking my clit faster with slippery fingers—I couldn't help it. When he talked this way it got into my head, insinuated itself into my mind. Like smoke. Like magic.

My shoulders went tight even as I forced myself back to open to him. The pain of entry a forgotten memory already. All that remained now was the persistent fullness and sweet pressure and the tiny flickers and echoes of approaching orgasm in my cunt.

"And what if I do this?"

His fingers, thick and hard—working man's finger I always thought wildly when I saw them—shoved into my pussy. I arched my hips a bit higher, pressing my upper body flat like I was begging for mercy to some dark god. He filled me there, too, a fat bundle of digits slipping into the wet waiting entrance of my cunt.

I had no answer for Johnny. Only a sound—something primitive and needy—that ripped out of me before I even felt it coming.

"Don't stop those fingers, Snowflake."

And I didn't, giving my tortured clit short fast strokes of my fingertips like a tiny tongue licking at the nub. I shut my eyes tight, my lower body undulating almost of his own accord. Seeking out Johnny—his cock, his fingers, the heat of him.

I moved back to get him deeper. Feel him more. When his fingers curled repeatedly—performing some mystical rhythm it felt like only he knew—I came. A great surge of pressure and then release that had me biting my lip to keep from screaming.

If I had made the noise inside of me, someone would be visiting us. Tapping politely on the door to as if everything was okay. Instead, I swallowed it down and chewed my lip and thrashed like I was dying.

Because it nearly felt like I was. But what a way to go.

"You're so fucking tight, you know that?"

And then he was gone. His body giving me a few more fluid strikes of flesh on flesh. A few more instances where he filled me completely only to withdraw and do it again. And then Johnny went tight against me and emptied and I could tell—because I was paying attention—he stifled his roar too.

He pushed me down under him, letting his weight cover me. He was big and solid and sweaty and his heart was beating at an insane rate against my back. His hands found my hips and held me possessively, fingers clamping tightly to my flesh.

"So, you're not a virgin anymore, Snowflake," he laughed. It was one of those secret laughs. The kind of little inside joke that people share as they grow old together.

I pushed the thought away, feeling my heart crimp up painfully inside the cage of my body.

"I know."

He kissed my back. "You okay with that?"

"I am."

He kissed my neck and it sent a shiver through me. "Hungry?"

"No."

"Thirsty?"

"No."

"Tired?"

"God, yes."

"Then sleep. I want to go see if the motel man has a beer or something I can bribe him out of."

I smiled but he couldn't see me. "Find me a soda," I said.

"Will do, sweetheart." His fingers stroked my skin as he moved from the bed. There was a reverence in that touch. I don't know how I could feel it, but I sure as shit could. So I closed my eyes to the tears that threatened to prickle there.

"Sleep a little bit, "he said, pulling on his clothes. "We'll be back on the road soon enough. I got a girl who wants to go west." He chuckled almost to himself.

I got a girl…I was nearly out when the door snicked shut.

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