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Slutty Velma
The minutes ticked by. Blake lay on the bed, his anticipation growing by the moment. His thick cock had already grown to its full length as he played with it. His eyes were glued to the bathroom door, waiting for it to open.
The door opened a sliver, teasing, and then fully opened. Out came Katrina, his fuck buddy, dressed in a hot cosplay outfit modeled after the character Velma from the cartoons. Her tight sweater hugged the ample curves of her braless tits as she jiggled and bounced into the bedroom.
“Oh fuck, you look so hot,” Blake said, squeezing his dick faster.
“Do you like it?” Katrina asked.
“Come here, and I’ll show you how much I like it.”
Katrina lifted her glasses from her face and promptly dropped them on the floor.
“Jinkies! I dropped my glasses.”
She got down on her hands and knees to look for them, revealing her bare, round hips. Blake moaned at the sight.
"Goodness! Clumsy me, I’m blind as a bat without my glasses. How would I have seen your big cock?”
Getting up, Katrina went to the bed and lowered her big, full tits in Blake’s face. The wool sweater brushed between her breasts and the scruff on his cheek, arousing them both. Blake’s arms went around her wide hips, and Katrina lowered herself until her face was even with his. They kissed, lips relaxed in the way that familiar lovers do, as they explored each other’s mouths.
Letting her hand wander south down Blake’s body, she found his stiff cock and took it in her hand. The organ pulsed in her sweaty palm. Pre-cum seeped from the hole in the tip.
“Is this for me?” she asked.
“You and only you, Miss Velma.”
“Mmm,” Katrina moaned. “Jinkies! Your cock feels so big and warm. I think I can make it even warmer, though. You don’t mind if I kiss it, do you?”
“Please.”
Katrina moved further down his body, kissing as she went. She didn’t stop until her head was between Blake’s legs.
“Jinkies!” she gasped as her lips kissed the thick head. “A nice stalk of man-meat. You don’t mind if I put it in my mouth, do you?”
“A silly question,” Blake replied.
Katrina smirked before wrapping her painted red lips around his pole. One of the things she liked best was to take a man’s cock in her mouth, feel its warmth filling her as it throbbed. That, and having him shoot his hot cum in her or on her. She liked them as much as fucking, and certainly more than having her pussy eaten.
Blake moaned, and Katrina kept her eyes open and focused on him. Her excessive ruby red lipstick smeared down his rod as she slowly engulfed it.
Down she went until the entire length was down her gullet. A little suck—a few tongue flicks on the underside with his cock in her. Then a little suck—and a few tongue flicks on the underside with his cock in her. It was her signature move, and no man could resist it. It drove them all mad.
Katrina fucked like a porn star. She was known (kindly) around town as the Village Slut. Blake didn’t mind her reputation, as he’d plowed a few furry furrows in his time.
The thing was, Katrina knew she wasn’t “a catch.” Thirty years old and still single in their conservative community meant something was wrong with a woman. She was a heavy but shapely girl and plain in looks. She made up for her plain appearance by sleeping around and learning how to be the best lover she could be. Until she met Blake and quit her multiple partners. They were made for each other, sexually.
Blake liked the fact that Katrina was a geeky slut. A little makeup, a little costuming, and she could turn herself into almost anyone. They’d been to ComicCon a couple of times. That was when Katrina got inspired to play different roles with cosplay when she and Blake had sex.
Katrina sucked Blake’s cock as only she could. She’d pump his cock with her mouth for a while and then pause to take a lick or two at his balls. Or maybe focus on them for a minute. Then she’d return to his cock with a delicious, slow sucking that left him gasping for more and his cock hard as a stone.
Then she’d run her hands up his belly and chest and grab his nipples between her fingers and squeeze, or enjoy running her hands through the hair on his broad chest. She’d take a slow, lingering lick up the underside and nibble the bulging head. Or she’d hold his dick and sac out of the way so she could rim him, her tongue playfully flicking at his ass.
Katrina was an expert at another move men liked, the “slow suck.” She’d take him in at a glacial pace, feeling every centimeter of the head and shaft with her mouth and tongue. Katrina never took her eyes off him, wanting him to know that he was hers, and she was his. Her favorite was doing a lip-lock on his cock while he pumped his sperm down her throat. She loved how his rod felt, pulsing and throbbing as he shot his load down her gullet.
“I need you inside me,” Katrina gasped at last, positioning herself on her hands and knees. “Three days is too long without having your cock in me. Fuck me. Doggie style. Now.”
Blake liked submitting to her demands because it made him feel virile and desirable. Sometimes she’d order him to bend over and take her strap-on dildo in his ass. This not only made her feel powerful but always gave him explosive orgasms when she swallowed his cock afterward.
She especially liked tying him up to “fucking use” him, as she put it. Katrina would tie him in an uncomfortably vulnerable position. Then she’d ride his face until she squirted on it a couple times. They’d finish with her plowing his ass with a dildo as she jerked him off, usually into a small container of some type. She had a bigger container of his spunk in the freezer that she sometimes used for “special sauces.”
Katrina pulled her skirt above her waist and opened her legs, revealing her pale hips. Blake got a good look at her broad backside and the cleft between the cheeks and knew she was ready for a pounding. Katrina’s juice-slicked folds could be seen even in the dim light.
He got behind her and pushed his way inside her shaved snatch. To his delight, she was dripping wet and very open. He didn’t even have to guide his cock into her, he just slid past her folds. Once his hips met her fleshy hips, he gave it to her hard. Blake rammed his cock in and out, pummeling her pussy until she grunted and gasped. Her large breasts flopped and swayed underneath her. He loved the sight of this, knowing how hard they could fuck.
“Fuck me, baby! Harder! Fuck! Harder, harder! Pound me!” she moaned as their hips slapped together.
The bed beneath them bounced and squeaked, occasionally hitting the wall with a loud thud. His balls slapped against her. Katrina arched her back and tensed up. Blake grabbed a corner of the negligee and crushed it in his hand as if it was the horn of a saddle. Katrina’s pussy expanded inside, allowing him to drive it in deeper.
“Yeah! Yeah! Aaugh!” she screamed as she came, bucking her hips back at him with each of his thrusts.
That was what Blake liked — a woman who fucked back. No holds barred. Hot, hard, and messy. Katrina was all this and more, a woman who loved sex with wild abandon. He felt a heated rush in his loins. Katrina sensed it.
“Cum on my face! I want you to cum on my face!” she gasped as she turned around hurriedly.
She lay on the bed, eyes, mouth, and arms open, waiting for his load. Blake straddled her chest and jerked off in front of her eyes. His hand slid back and forth along his shaft hard and fast.
“Come on, shoot it! Cum on my face!” Katrina urged, as his dick throbbed and pulsed.
Blake had to let it fly, and he did. He grunted several times, then came with a roar as he shot his load. Spurt after spurt of warm, white cum splattered Katrina’s face and even in her hair as Blake unloaded his pent-up sperm. She laughed with joy as the spunk coated her face.
When he was done, gasping and heaving, Katrina’s face looked like a Jackson Pollack painting done in white. Even though some cum had spurted on her orange wool sweater, Katrina had a wide smile on her face.
“Jinkies! That was so fucking good!” she said giggling, as she ran a finger in the cum and sucked it off her finger. “Never in a million years would my uptight sister get off on this!”
“You still won’t tell me her name, huh?” Blake asked.
“I told you, my family has all but disowned me because they think I’m a slut. If we run into each other on the street I’ll introduce you. But I don’t feel like introducing any guy to her at this point, like over dinner or something. At least that’s how I feel now.”
“Sounds to me like you have a jealousy problem with your younger sister,” Blake said.
“Blake, she has everything!” Katrina snapped as she wiped up the rest of the cum. She licked her finger clean.
“She’s a fucking gorgeous blond with a fantastic body. She was head cheerleader, prom queen, Valedictorian, and has guys fawning over her left and right. She graduated at the top of her class and graduated from an Ivy League school. And she’s just as religious as the rest of my family. Not that I’m against that, it’s just not for me. She thinks I’m a slutty loser too.”
“Okay, I was just asking, no need to get pissed.”
Katrina sighed.
“I’m not pissed at you, just at her and the rest of my family. I’m the black sheep because I’m inadequate and had sex before marriage. Someday if you meet them you’ll understand. Sorry to fly off the handle.”
“That’s okay.”
“But I have something she doesn’t have,” Katrina said with a smirk.
“What’s that?”
“Your cock at my beck and call.”
Not a sisterly act
As fate would have it, Blake met Katrina’s sister Ashley through a chance encounter at a party. Blake was smitten and assumed that Ashley could be as good a lover as her sister. Since Ashley insisted that her future husband be a virgin, he played the part. He avoided even talking about sex. Seven months later, all three stood at the altar in a church as part of the wedding party.
“If anyone has any objection to this union, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the minister said.
“I have an objection,” a voice said.
All eyes turned to the speaker. It was Katrina, dressed in all her bridesmaid finery. She took a step forward and paused for dramatic effect before speaking clearly and deliberately.
“I slept with the groom many times. He’s not as pure and untouched as he says he is. In fact, he’s pretty hot stuff in the sack!”
Katrina stepped back in line, smirking in her bridesmaid’s dress and flowers.
“What?” Ashley said loudly to Katrina, wide-eyed.
“What?” Ashley said to Blake, more loudly. “You had sex with my SISTER?”
Blake’s red face pointed at the floor as he nodded.
“Yeah. I’m afraid so. Many times,” he mumbled, casting a glance at Katrina. “And she was good, too.”
Whack!
Ashley laid a slap on his face with great force.
“You bastard! How dare you fuck my sister and say you’re a virgin! It’s over, Blake! OVER!”
Many in the congregation gasped in horror at this outcome and the bride’s language. Ashley and Katrina’s mother fainted. But Ashley wasn’t done. She walked down the line of bridesmaids until she came to her sister. Another slap to Katrina’s face wiped the smirk from it.
“Slut! You’re nothing but a WHORE!” Ashley screamed.
Then she ran up the aisle, crying in her white dress and outside until they lost sight of her.
Epilogue
Four months later, Katrina and Blake stood in the same church. Blake had forgiven Katrina for her outburst, yet was grateful because he’d had doubts about Ashley. She was too… perfect. He realized under the circumstances he couldn’t hold a grudge against Katrina, and over time they came back together. Even if they weren’t a match “made in heaven,” they were a match.
Ashley was invited to the wedding but didn’t attend.
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