It was a dark and stormy night and Devin Yang was laying on his messed up, navy blue blanket on his bare mattress, exhausted from work. He stretched out and groaned, looking at the shadowed ceiling, taking off his black uniform shirt. How did life get like this? Carrie was going to college for veterinary sciences, away if a far off state, and far off town, only calling to video chat at least once a week, their contact was dwindling and lessening. He wanted to break it off, end this all, end this angst, this frustration, this pain, he wanted to break up with her but he didn't want to hurt her.
He hated it, he hated the way he felt, he held resentment towards this relationship, it wasn't working out. They fought a lot more ever since their fire of passion faded, Carrie was going to college and had a well paying job and Devin had night shifts. They couldn't go out on frequent dates because Devin's nightlife job and Carrie would get angry, knowing Devin working in the vibrant nighttime scene as a bouncer, being surrounded but sexy, hot, voluptuous women that were drunk and extremely flirtatious, it made her hot, fiery, angry, and jealous. The relationship was crumbling as they began to torture eachother's emotions by hooking up with those close to one and other. She would sleep with the other college students, Devin's friends, Devin's cousins and he would sleep with her friends, her sister, and occasionally her mother from time to time.
Devin didn't like fucking with Carrie's feelings, he hated hurting her, but oddly, everytime she would engage in coitus with anyone, she would show no remorse, no regrets, no mercy. Devin was in a turmoil, he was in a tornado of hurt, he couldn't take much more of this without breaking down and breaking up with her or exploding on her causing her to give him more hell than what they were already experiencing. Suddenly there was a loud rapping on the front door of Devin's shambles of his apartment. Devin let out a noise of annoyance, a mix between a childish whine and an irritated grunt as he lifted himself off his bed. Devin shuffled to his front door with a wooden bat and he called out,
"What do you want? It's two o' clock in the fucking morning, do you know what sleep is?" He bellowed, his voice echoing the dead silent apartment.
He went to the front door, getting to a stance of defence as he swung open the door. He looked around and saw nothing but the deep, foggy, rainy night sky and his shitty excuse of a porch. There was something on the ground, a lump of heavy, thick fabric with a small female poking her head out. Devin was ultimately confused about why this girl was sitting on his porch, it wasn't normal.
The female let out a couple audible shivers and spoke, "Please, sir. Please let me stay for tonight, I have no place to go and it's so very dark and cold out here. Give me shelter for one night, just one, then I will be out your hair." The young girl begged, her green irises glowing out of her large, black doe-eyes.
Devin wasn't really 'Mr. Pushover' but he wasn't an asshole. He let the girl into the small, cruddy apartment and went to go and get blankets so she could settle on the couch for the night. He came back and the girl had removed her cloak, revealing her snow white skin, large breasts being covered by little fabric, and a g-string as the choice of panties to cover her nether regions, her pitch black hair protruding all the way to her ankles. Devin felt his mouth starting to water as he eyed the lady standing before him. He quickly corrected his piggish, unfaithful thoughts,
"No, you idiot. Carrie." he thought, wiping away the thoughts of those voluptuous breasts being wrapped around his hardened member and slamming down onto his pubic region.
He looked and saw that this girl was scrawny, like she was malnourished, he felt pity for her so he took her cold, small, dainty hand, "Would you like something to eat?" He asked, studying her plump, soft, pitch black lips that he really wanted to bite as he snaked his tongue into her mouth.
She nodded, her hand tingling in his from immense desire from a want of intense masturbation or for something to give her soaking wet cunny a workout. This man seemed like fine subject but she wasn't ready to be deflowered just yet, this man was a stranger, and she was still quite young and it would hurt if someone crammed something too large into her virgin walls.
Devin lead her to his kitchen, looking through and seeing he only had a couple boxes of spaghetti noodles and a box of 'Fruit Loops' with some milk still left in his refrigerator. He sighed before taking out the box of cereal and pouring it into a Styrofoam bowl and getting a plastic spoon. He went into his refrigerator and opened to carton of 'Vitamin D' enriched milk and poured it into the girl's bowl. He shuffled over to her and placed the bowl on his foldout table and lead her to a mismatched plastic lawn chair. The girl sat down, scooting closer to the table.
Devin wanted to pounce on this fine female and just start ravaging her. He thought about how nice and tight the girl's vaginal cavity would tighten on him and how soaking wet he would make her. The thoughts ran though his mind, making him forget all about his current girlfriend that was so far away, all he wanted right now was this girl sitting in the chair before him.
"Uh, excuse me, s-sir. Y-Your jeans are growing." The young, naive girl pointed out Devin's growing problem, causing Devin to think. Should he make a move or should he leave her alone.
Devin wanted this, he wanted her, he didn't know her name or how old she was, but he could trick her into wrapping her hot, moist mouth around his throbbing hard on. Devin stroked her cheek, tenderly, causing her to gulp the chewed up cereal down.
"Mm, what's your name, sweetheart." Devin asked, starting to unbuckle his belt and start jerking off to her and maybe convince her to blow him.
The girl shivered, seeing that this man had a surprise for her, "M-My name is K-Kathleen, who are y-you?" she asked as her mouth started dripping with noticed this girl, Kathleen, wanted to preform fellatio, he could, as well, if they '69' preform cunnilingus on her and finally have his tounge painting the girl's delicate taint with his saliva. Devin wasn't going straight for what he desired, he wanted to warm Kathleen up to it and make her feel comfortable. Devin cupped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers as he used two fingers to start to rub her twitching clit through the silk panties.
Kathleen let out an audible whine, "S-Sir, please..." she whimpered, feeling nervous and anxious about what was going to happen. She saw through the tent in his jeans, she saw he was rather large.
Devin sped up his fingers feeling her juices coating his middle and index finger, he wanted her to enjoy this, but she seemed scared and he couldn't have that. Devin pulled away, noticing the faint, black saliva that coated his lips from her mouth watering slightly. Devin payed no mind to this, it was odd, but this was an odd female, and that wasn't a bad thing. Devin ran his hand up her shivering and trembling arm and he stroked her cheek, lovingly.
"Don't worry, you'll be alright. I'll take care of you." Devin whispered as he used her black bra straps to jiggle her large breasts.
She let out a soft moan as Devin started planting soft kisses on her breasts, smushing them together, fondling them, massaging them.
"You're so beautiful." He murmured quietly as he unclamped her bra hook and tossed the black bra onto the counter. He pinched her light grey nipples as they transformed into hardened little buds from arousal.
She again let out a soft whine, "Aaaah...". Kathleen liked the feeling but she knew of the dangers, chances of STDs, unwanted pregnancy, and more. She tried shoving his hand away, "Nn...No." She mumbled, nervous and antsy.
Devin used his tounge, swirling it on her small, hard, grey buds. He sucked on them, nipped at them, licked them, and bit them as he massaged her plump, full breasts.
Kathleen felt herself leaking at her vagina, this man really knew how to push her buttons and drive her wild. She finally gave in, she finally, truly, wanted this. She slid off her panties, placing them on the table next to her. She slid a finger inside herself causing soft squishing sounds as she pumped her ring finger inside herself. She let out a moan, slightly louder than the last,
"Oooh...".
Devin overheard Kathleen's moans and noticed her finger sliding in herself, he knew he could do a better job with his expiriance and please her. Devin slid both his index and middle finger inside her, along with her ring finger, causing her to squeal and cry out.
"Oh fuck, it's too much-" she gasped, feeling her cavity being prepared for harder things.
Devin picked up the female and lead her to his room, placing her on his bed. He spread open her legs, rocking his denim covered erection against her bare clit.
Kathleen rocked her her hips along with his, feeling more aroused by the second.
Devin got on top of her, heaving his weight on the small female to create a feeling of dominance. He brought her into a heated, fiery, passionate kiss, one that would be implanted in their memories forever. Their tounges moved together in a wet, powerful fight that Devin intended to win and so far he was accomplishing his goal. Devin then pulled off his jeans and kicked them to the floor beside the bed, adding to the piles upon piles of dirty laundry. Devin again stuffed two fingers inside his mistress and she moaned out, slurping her black, tentacle like tounge back inside her mouth as she groaned out,
"Aaaah! Feels so good!".
"That's right baby!" Devin exclaimed, fully hard by now, his erection visible through his boxer-briefs.
Kathleen's hand dove straight for his meat, rubbing him through the grey fabric, feeling his veins pulsing out. She let out a small, cute gasp of awe,
"It's so big." She whispered quietly, her eyes locking with his own as his fingers sped up inside her.
He started repeatingly hitting her g-spot and let out a groan as he felt the young female exploring him.
This would indeed be a fun night, a fun one indeed.