Opening her eyes, Lizzy found that she was alone in her bed. She didn't remember going to bed that way. Sitting up, she pulled the covers around herself, cold, and realized it was light outside. Snowing again too. Michael must have left sometime after she fell asleep, which hadn't taken long. Either that or the wine she drank hit her a lot harder than she expected and she imagined the whole night.
Keeping a blanket around her, she climbed out of bed and stepped into the hallway. The whole night had occurred because standing at the top of the stairs was Michael. He was looking back down the hallway at her. He remained motionless as she approached him.
"There you are." She wrapped her arms around his midsection, resting her head against his chest. His breathing was slow, but strong and steady. "I'm glad you're still here. Last night was amazing."
His arms remained by his side, only looking down slightly at the top of her head. The perfect opportunity to draw that kitchen knife hidden inside his coveralls to spill her blood. Yet he didn't go for the weapon, not at that moment. His cock twitched at his own memories of the night before. If she noticed, she didn't react.
"Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast." Dropping her blanket to the floor and taking his hand, she led him downstairs to the kitchen.
Michael stood near the table as Lizzy started taking out bacon, eggs, and bread. She admittedly wasn't a great cook, but she was pretty sure she could make something good enough to give him any energy he might need for a possible repeat performance of the night before. She hoped he wanted more. She knew she did.
"I don't remember the last time I cooked for a guy." She dug out one of her mom's frying pans out from a cabinet. "Of course, I don't remember the last time I met a guy worth cooking for."
He heard her words, but his mind was focused elsewhere. He watched her body. The way she moved. The way those round breasts bounced slightly underneath her t-shirt. The way her shirt lifted when she stood on her tiptoes to reach for a cabinet above the stove, exposing her bare ass, a slight bounce to it as well. His cock was quickly getting harder.
"Go ahead and sit down." He did as she said, hiding his hard on from her view. "This will be ready soon. Can I get you something to drink?"
Michael didn't answer, not that Lizzy was surprised, so she brought him a glass of orange juice. After the food was ready and on plates, she placed them on the table before sitting down across from him. Giving him a smile, she began to eat.
He didn't join her in eating, nor did he touch the orange juice, choosing to keep his mask in place. He only looked down silently at the plate of food for a moment before looking back up at her, watching her eat. When she was about halfway finished, she looked up and noticed he hadn't touched his food, prompting her to set down her fork.
"If you're not hungry for that, maybe you're hungry for something else?" Grinning, she stood up and pulled her shirt off, dropping it to the floor. She reached up to grab her breasts squeezing them gently. "I know I'm hungry for something else."
His cock was completely hard at that point. He would have possibly pulled it out to start stroking under the table if he didn't know she was about to do something similar to it for him. He watched her as she walked around the table until she was standing next to him. When she dropped to her knees, he knew exactly what she wanted. He pushed his chair back and stood for her, his bulge in her face. He wasn't about to stop her from doing something she was clearly eager for.
Lizzy reached up and quickly finding the zipper of his coveralls, pulled it down. Reaching inside, she wrapped a hand around his thick, firm cock and pulled it out. She didn't hesitate for even a second to wrap her lips around the fat head, sucking on it and teasing his piss hole with her tongue, thinking of it like a piece of fruit that she planned to extract juice from. Hot, sticky juice.
Her one hand still on his cock, she brought her other hand up as well, stroking them together along the veiny shaft. She applied some pressure with her grip as she sucked harder on the head, using the tip of her tongue to draw out pre-cum. She didn't care how quickly he came. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to make him cum. Between those thoughts and the fact that she was sucking away on his big cock, her pussy was growing quite wet. It wanted more of his cock too. She didn't dare remove a hand from his cock to play with herself however. She knew she'd get more than just a hand soon enough.
She looked up at him as his cock pulsed underneath her hands, her tongue now licking the underside of his cock head. She could feel more of his pre-cum ooze out of his piss hole onto her tongue. her continuously pumping hands doing a lot to draw it out. When she looked back down at her work, she realized she also had a good view of his balls. The same balls that she'd felt slapping against her as he fucked her the night before. They were big too, very much in proportion with the rest of his cock. Big and she was certain capable of producing another big load of cum for her.
Michael kept his eyes on her the entire time as she sucked away at his cock. His hands were at his sides, balled into fists. His cock steadily pulsed harder and harder. Her mouth and hands were easily as pleasing to his cock as her pussy was. She even got the rare groan out of him when the tip of her tongue returned to do some more flicking and digging at his piss hole. His breathing was getting heavier, his balls boiling with fresh cum for her.
As her eyes closed, she ran her hands faster along his shaft. Her eyes popped back open wide however when his hands grabbed her hair tightly and forced more of his cock into her mouth. Just the head of his cock kept her mouth pretty full, this action putting her into a real struggle. Her hands moved from his shaft to his hips. He pushed until his cock was all the way in her mouth and going down her throat, pulsing harder as she struggled harder. He could feel her flexing around his cock as she struggled to breathe. He held head in place on his big cock until she started gagging and he finally let her pull back, leaving his cock coated, dripping with her saliva. She coughed, wiping some of the drool away from her mouth. He thought she might give up on sucking his cock after that. She proved him wrong by slurping the swollen head right back into her mouth, sucking even harder. She gripped his cock harder with her hands as well, the saliva helping her stroke it even faster.
Lizzy could feel Michael's cock pulsing ever harder underneath her slightly trembling hands. She hadn't expected him to make her deep throat his big cock, yet she was certain her pussy got wetter than ever as a result. Suddenly, she pulled her mouth off the head and flicked her tongue rapidly at the tip instead. Her hands were working rapidly too, sliding up and down his slick shaft fast enough to make the muscles in her arms ache.
She paused her tongue flicking, her hands still pumping away. "Give me that fucking cum, Michael!" She looked him in the eyes as she said this, or at least in the black eye holes of his mask. "I want it in my mouth!"
She started flicking her tongue again and almost right away, his hot cum began to spurt from the piss hole she'd kept toying with. The first two, long shots of his sticky, white seed, hit her tongue in mid flick, causing most of it to splash onto her face. For the last few shots, she cupped her tongue under the head of his cock, allowing the cum to easily shoot into her mouth. His whole cock jumped hard with each spurt, even with her tight grip. His heavy breathing and grunts let her know just how good, how relieving it felt to him. As the shooting stopped, she slowed her stroking down while increasing her grip, forcing a few more drops out of that delicious head before she swallowed the whole load.
His own eyes closed underneath that mask as he caught his breath. The sensitive, still twitching head of his cock disappeared once again into her wet mouth. She continued to slowly tug at his cock while digging her tongue at his piss hole more, making sure she got all of his cum.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." His eyes snapped back open at the sound of her voice. She'd finally released his still hard cock. "It sure sounded like you enjoyed it." She smiled and moved a hand to her face, pushing a finger through the cum there before sticking her finger into her mouth for one more taste. "I guess I need a shower now. Care to join me?"
Lizzy climbed to her feet and made her way towards the stairs from where she was still able to see him standing in the kitchen, watching her. She motioned for him to follow before heading up. He didn't follow, which might have left her more disappointed if her mind wasn't still so focused on her breakfast. She certainly got her protein for the day.
When she pulled back the shower curtain, she realized that it was already damp inside. She guessed he took a shower while she was still asleep that morning. She wished she'd heard him. She would have joined him then.
Starting and stepping under the hot water, she didn't wash up right away. Her hand flew down to her pussy and she rubbed rapidly at her clit. Having his cock with her in the shower would have helped, but her thoughts did plenty for her. Thoughts of Michael pinning her down and fucking her deep on the sofa. Sucking his cock on the kitchen floor. Him forcing her to deep throat him. His big fucking cock. That fat head and that thick, veiny shaft. Exploding against her tongue and into her mouth.
She was forced to place a hand on the tile wall in front of her as she quickly came, moaning and breathing heavily, rubbing at her clit as fast as she could with her other hand. She then just stood under the steamy water as she caught her breath.
Lizzy wanted Michael and she didn't want it to ever end. She didn't know how it would work when her parents got back from their vacation. She couldn't suck his cock on the kitchen floor when they got back home, that much was obvious. She didn't even know how she would explain him to them. How do you explain wanting to be with a stranger after he breaks into your house and basically rapes you?
She didn't linger too long in the shower, wanting to get back her guest. She soaped up and washed off, including what was left of his cum on her face. When she turned the water back off and pulled open the curtain, she found that Michael was standing in the bathroom doorway, staring at her. He startled her, but she quickly recovered and smiled. His cock was still out, still hard. His hand mindlessly moved to it and slowly stroked.
"You sure you don't want to shower with me?" She pushed her wet, blonde hair back. "In here, we can make each other dirty over and over again."
He stepped into the bathroom. She thought he was actually about to take her up on that offer. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her dripping, wet body and yanked her out of the tub.
"Michael!" She was startled, but didn't fight him. She was glad she didn't when he sat her on the edge of the counter next to the sink. It was slick underneath her wet ass, but his body pressed against hers prevented her from sliding off.
She looked at his face, trying to see his eyes, before he stepped back and grabbed his cock. Lining it up with her pussy, which was already getting wet again for him, he shoved it in. She moaning loudly and unlike the night before, he didn't take it slow, filling her pussy to the brim with his hot meat in a matter of seconds. He held it in place as she reached down to rub her clit, her legs starting to wrap around him.
"Oh god, Michael! Fuck me!" She ground her body against his, clamping her pussy down on that cock, trying to urge him along.
Lizzy's wish was promptly granted, for he began to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. She leaned back, using one hand to prop herself up while the other continued rubbing at her tingling clit. He groaned himself as the still sensitive head of his cock easily slid along the inside of her hot, wet pussy. He thrust slowly, pushing the head in as deep as the length of his cock allowed before leaning back and letting his cock pull out until just the head was still inside her. He could feel her pussy spasm harder than before each time he refilled her pussy.
As she quickly got close to cumming again, she tightened her legs around his body, getting his coveralls damp with water. Then, with a series of loud moans and groans, she got his cock damp with her juice as she came all over his still thrusting cock. Her pussy tightened harder around his cock, wanting it to cum too. This only resulted in him thrusting harder, getting several squeals out of her.
Moving the arm she was holding herself up with, she instead wrapped it around his body. This didn't allow him to thrust his cock as much, but she could feel his hot body against hers and she liked that. He solved the reduced thrusting by instead shoving his pulsing cock back into her pussy as deep as he could and grinding against her. She moaned more, able to feel that cock head deep inside of her, keeping her pussy fully stretched around his cock. Still rubbing at her clit with her other hand, she ground back against him, making sure to keep his cock deep inside of her pulsing pussy. Even with their fucking slowing down, his big cock managed to keep her on edge.
Her hand grabbing the back of his head, she pulled the right ear of his mask close to her mouth. He struggled against her at first, stopping when she began to whisper. "Let's go to my bed. I've got an idea that I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy."
Gently, Lizzy pushed Michael back. He allowed this, his slippery cock sliding out of her equally slippery pussy. A combination of her juices and his precum oozed off the tip. She knew he wanted to cum again. He would soon. She could guarantee that.
With a towel over her shoulder, she took one his big hands into both of her smaller hands and led him to her bedroom. Laying the towel out on her bed, she reached into the suitcase she brought with her and took out a tube. She held it out to him, grinning. Nothing needed to be said to him about what she wanted. Once he looked closer at the tube and realized it was lube, he knew what she wanted. He grabbed her and forced her down onto the mattress on her knees over the towel. She leaned forward, stretching out, her head on the mattress, before wiggling her bottom playfully at him.
He snapped the lid of the tube open and dumped about half of the lube out onto her ass. She shivered slightly at its coldness. With both hands, he began to rub the lube around on her ass cheeks, squeezing gently at them. Once it was spread there, she felt his fingers slowly move towards her puckered hole, rubbing the lube around further over it. Her hole tightened at first before relaxing against his warm touch.
After he massaged the lube around her asshole, he pressed his index finger against her asshole. It again tightened before relaxing as she pushed back against him until his fingertip slid past her sphincter. She jumped slightly and let out a softer moan at the sudden invasion of her one hole he'd yet to put his cock in. As one of her hands moved down to rub at her clit again, he slid his finger deeper, slowly, wiggling it, spreading the lube around her insides. He thrust his finger several times before pulling out and squirting another quarter of the lube out, this time directly on her hole. She shivered harder and squirmed as her popped a second finger in along with the first.
That day wouldn't be Lizzy's first experience with anal. It was a common request on her private webcam shows and she'd also learned that quite a few college guys loved anal. But they weren't Michael. That scared her a little. She appreciated his toying of her asshole before using his cock on it, but she knew that even his big fingers couldn't quite prepare her for what she knew was coming.
If she wanted to back out, she was pretty sure she'd be able to convince him to put his cock back in her pussy. She didn't want that though. She rather enjoyed anal to begin with and she knew she'd always wonder what she missed out on if she stopped him.
She moaned again as his two fingers slid as deep as he could get them. He wiggled them against the walls of her asshole and tried to spread them, stretching her hole further. When he slid them back out, she heard the last of the lube being squirted out. It wasn't onto her ass though. She knew it was time and a moment later, she felt the head of his cock press at her still relatively small hole. His cock head was big, maybe too big. Before she could protest however, the lubed head popped past her sphincter, which snapped shut tightly just below the ridge separating the head and shaft.
"Oh fuck!" She rubbed her clit harder, her other hand clinching the covers. Though the lube and toying had done a lot to prepare her, she'd never had anything that big come in or go out of her chute.
Lizzy was grateful that he didn't rush his cock up her ass. Compared to earlier, he was being rather sweet and gentle. Her breathing hitched when he pushed against her to feed a little more of cock into her, stretching her bowels in ways she never expected to feel before. She didn't let up on her clit, her pussy sopping, dripping in ecstasy.
He watched as his thick cock slid between her ass cheeks and up her ass. Slowly it slid deeper, her insides involuntarily squeezing around it, trying to consume more of it. He could feel her body pulsing around his hard meat as she continued playing with her pussy.
She was certainly handling it better than some. Some screamed, begged for him to stop. Told him that he was going to tear them in half. Not this girl. She was embracing what he had for her. Not only did her ass want more of his cock, she wanted more. And he wasn't going to deny her of that.
As Michael's cock disappeared fully inside Lizzy's ass, she was cumming again. Fresh juice pushed out from the lips of her pussy, dripping down her legs and off of his balls to the towel below. He was going to cause her to make a big mess and she didn't give a damn. It was already proving to be worth it. Her one hand had an ironclad grip on the covers as her other hand rubbed all over her pussy, feeling the warm juice, before reach further to feel his balls. She squeezed his balls playfully. The same balls that provided her with a mouthful of cum in the kitchen. She was determined to milk him for more.
"It feels so good to have you so deep in me!" She pressed her ass back against him, wiggling slightly, her stretched sphincter trying to squeeze shut on his shaft. She ground more against him as her hand returned to her clit, rubbing more at it. She could feel his cock pulsing hard, the pulsing increasing with each bounce of her hips, with each squeeze of her soft, hot insides.
She was already close to cumming again, working her hips harder and faster against him. As she squeezed down as hard as she could on his cock, she felt him erupt again. His piss hole opened wide, shooting long, thick strings of his sticky seed deep into her bowels. Not only did his cock shudder with each launch of his sperm, the rest of his body did too. His hands moved to her hips, holding on firmly.
The feeling of his cum spilling into her was more than enough to send her over as well. Moaning loudly, her juices flowed more than ever before, getting all over her legs and the towel, soaking it. Her own body shuddered with pleasure, her toes curling, her ass gripping his cock as tight as possible, locking it inside of her and allowing her to feel every vein, every bump of it.
When her breathing finally slowed back down, she continued bouncing her ass against him, softly, just enough to ensure his cock stayed hard for her. Her hand rubbed gently at her clit, her pussy twitching due to the high sensitivity from all her rubbing. "Fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Please, Michael. Fuck me as hard and deep as you want."
As his own breathing and the rest of his body besides his cock returned to normal, he tilted his head slowly to one side and then the other. And that was all he needed to hear. Keeping his hands on her hips, he slowly retracted his cock from her ass until just the head was inside. Her sphincter clinched around the ridge, refusing to let it leave.
"Oh, Michael. Please give it to me!" He loved to hear her beg. He pushed back in, slowly but not as slow as before. When he in as deep as his cock could go, he didn't hesitate to pull back out to the same point, watching as her asshole squeezed repeatedly, urging him back in. He pushed back in a little faster, her well-lubed insides providing almost no resistance at that point, wrapping warmly around his thick shaft. He pulled back and pushed in faster, repeating this until he was thrusting rapidly.
"Oh fuck, you're so big! Don't stop!" Lizzy reached back with both hands and gripped her ass cheeks tightly to spread them, providing him the ultimate view of his cock sliding in and out of her tightly stretched ass.
She was guessing he liked the view since his thrusting only got faster and harder, plowing her ass like no man had ever done for her before. She kept her hands on her ass cheeks, her nails digging into the flesh. Juices dripped from her pussy as uncontrollably as her moans. The feeling of the fat head of his cock repeatedly ramming deep into her backdoor caused her pussy to pulse harder, as did the feeling of the head's ridge dragging back out, pleasurably raking along her bowel walls.
"Fuck, I'm cumming again! It feels so good!" Her juices squirted from her sopping slit, her loud moans quickly overtaking her voice. She could feel his cock pulsing again as she her asshole squeezed tightly around his meat again. She was unable to talk to Michael at that point, to coax him along into cumming again himself.
As he managed to maintain the speed and force of his thrusts, his vision was focused solely on her spread ass. He'd never been with a girl who enjoyed anal as much as this one did. It was a change that only brought more pleasure to him too.
He suddenly pulled his cock all the way out of her ass, no doubt leaving her thinking he was about to cum again. Instead, he put his hands on hers to spread her ass cheeks further, exposing just how stretched her asshole had become thanks to his fat cock and relentless thrusting. He could see right into her bowels. Gripping the base of his hard cock with both hands, he guided it back in, sliding in easier than ever before. Air was forced out of her around his cock, a sound she possibly didn't hear as the reintroduction of his cock to her gaping ass forced a loud moan out of her mouth.
It was almost as if he never paused, his thrusting picking up right where he left off. She was close to cumming yet again, her loosened asshole and bowels snapping repeatedly around the shaft of his thick cock against her will.
"Don't stop fucking me, Michael! Don't stop fucking me until I tell you! Keep pounding me up my dirty ass!" Just as Lizzy went over the edge once more, she wondered if she made a mistake by acting so bossy and selfish because he proceeded to do the exact opposite of what she said by pulling his cock back out.
After just a couple seconds, she realized it wasn't to examine her gape again but for him to cum. He let out several grunts through his heavy breathing as he shot a load of his white, hot, gooey jizz all her open asshole and her ass cheeks. When the splatters of cum stopped, she slowly rubbed a hand through some of what landed on her cheeks and moved it to her mouth, licking for another taste of his cum. It made her feel perhaps naughtier than she'd ever felt before and she was happy it was with Michael.
Carefully standing up to avoid making more of a mess than necessary, she said nothing and headed to the bathroom to clean off her ass cheeks and other messy areas as well. When she returned to her bedroom, his coveralls weren't zipped back up like the night before. Taking his hand, she pulled him into bed with her, laying her head on his chest.
"I love what you do for me, Michael." She closed her eyes, listening to his slowed breathing and strong heartbeat. "I've never cum like that before, even with a toy."
She fell asleep again soon after.