Erotica
My Girl — A Story for a Song
When I saw those fiery red lips move, when I heard her voice, I knew we were destined to be together.
I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May I guess you’d say What can make me feel this way
My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin’ ‘bout my girl My girl
She was looking at me, smiling. Her eyes were blue like her hair. The only thing that made them different from mine was the fact that they were on fire. They were blazing with passion. She looked so beautiful, so desirable, so irresistible, like some kind of angelic creature. I had no idea how she could be here with me, but there she was. In front of me. And I couldn’t stop staring at her. There was something about her, something I couldn’t put my finger on.
Every time I looked at her I felt a little tingle in my balls. A shiver that ran down my spine and into my cock. Like electricity. When I saw those fiery red lips move, when I heard her voice, I knew we were destined to be together. We were meant for each other. She was my girl.
“You were just pretending.” she said.
She laughed. Her laugh was contagious, intoxicating.
“No!” I shouted. “Don’t say that! Don’t say that!” I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Our tongues danced together in our mouths. For just a second, I thought about stopping. But then she pulled away from me.
“You know what?” she asked. She leaned back against the wall, and crossed her arms over her chest.
“What?” I asked.
She smiled, a mischievous smile. She raised one hand up to her mouth and licked her fingers. Then she took a step forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. I watched as her breasts swayed, swaying with every movement.
“Don’t do anything stupid now,” she said. “Just let me show you how much fun I have with men.”
She moved closer to me. She pressed herself against me, pressing her soft body against mine. She reached around to cup my ass. With my pants still around my ankles, I was completely exposed to her. As I stood there, feeling her tits against my bare skin, I realized what she’d done. I’d been caught, trapped, by myself. Now that she’d taken advantage of me, I wasn’t sure I could get away. So I decided I had to play along. If she didn’t want to take any chances, then I would have to make her happy. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes.
“You know I always cum quickly,” she said. “But first, you need to cum.”
She stepped back. One of her legs slid between my thighs. Then her arm snaked down between us and around my waist. I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Instead, I moaned.
She grabbed both my wrists and brought them behind my head, forcing them to rest against the brick wall. My face was inches from hers, my tongue licking her earlobe, trying to lick it like a pussy. She pushed me back. My hard-on was poking through the fabric of my underwear.
“Cum on my cunt,” she ordered.
My dick started throbbing and twitching. I tried to keep my breathing even, but I couldn’t help it. Suddenly, her hips began thrusting up, grinding her mound into my groin. The tip of my penis rubbed across her clit, sending electric shocks through her whole body. She gasped. She groaned. Then she screamed. The sound filled the room. I could feel her orgasm building inside of her, spreading through her entire being.
She pulled me back down to the floor. My jeans fell to my knees. She spread her legs wide apart and pointed her toes toward my crotch.
I stared down at her wet slit. At her swollen labia. The glistening folds of flesh that surrounded her clitoris.
“That’s right baby!” she cried. “Lick my fucking cunt until I scream again.”
Her words turned me on more than ever before. I moved my mouth over her sex, tasting her juices. Every inch of her hot flesh was soaked. I tasted her sweet nectar, mixed with sweat and tears, and savored it. She moaned loudly and grabbed my hair.
“Eat my cunt!” she demanded. “Suck my juice. Make me cum again!”
Her cries were getting louder. They echoed off the walls.
“Oh God yes!” she shrieked. “Yes!”
Her fingernails cut into my scalp, making it bleed. She kept pushing her pelvis into my face, forcing me deeper onto her hot cunt. She held her breath and shook violently. Finally, she stopped moving.
We laid on the floor and, in a moment, my head was between her legs. I felt something wet on my chin. A drop of her juice trickled down my neck. Her scent filled my nose. And I inhaled deeply. Then I spat her juices on my hand and wiped it off on her pubic area.
“That’s for teasing me,” she panted. She looked at me and laughed. Her laugh made my cock throb. She sat up, wiping the moisture from her pussy. Then she leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues connected, our lips exploring each other. When we parted, we found ourselves staring into each other’s eyes. We kissed long and passionately. Our bodies touched each other as if they were magnets. My erection grew. Our kiss became passionate, animalistic. After several minutes, she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.
“You taste so good,” she murmured.
She climbed up and straddled my lap. She took hold of my erect member and guided it to her dripping pussy. Her warm body engulfed me. I was buried deep within her. She rocked up and down on top of me, slowly driving her moist vagina around my pulsating shaft. I put my hands on her shoulders and squeezed them tightly. I pressed my hard cock deeper into her sex. Slowly, she started riding my cock, grinding herself against my rigid rod. Each movement sent waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. My balls tightened. My prick swelled. Soon, I felt a rush of liquid flowing. As my climax approached, I increased the pace and speed of my movements. Faster and faster, I pumped my hips against her. She moaned. The sounds were muffled by my own grunts. But I didn’t care. I was too busy enjoying myself. My seed spurted into her womb, filling her completely. Her pussy contracted around my cock, milking every last drop. I collapsed against her, exhausted.
We lay there, spent. For a while, neither of us spoke. Eventually, though, she stirred. With great effort, she lifted her head from my chest.
“You know what?” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“I love you”.
At that moment I felt she was my sunshine on a cloudy day.
My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin’ ‘bout my girl My girl
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