No One Home

No One Home

Kormac Wylan was home alone. His roommate, only, wasn't due back for two more days. His relationship with Catarina was purely financial as they both split bills and saved toward their own goals. Each had a string of lovers and friends, respectfully brought through the shared space to their private master suites at either end of the house.

Secure in his isolation, a blanket on the floor in front of the couch, and a towel nearby, Kormac turned on the tv, and started a porno featuring a large orgy full of lovely humans at a comfortable volume. Nude now, freshly showered and groomed, fully erect, Catarina appeared from the door of her master suite, unexpected as a hurricane in the Midwest. He quickly covered himself with the towel, but there was no hiding his intent. The porno played on. The moans of ecstasy punctuate the awkward silence.

For a solid ten count, Kormac didn't know what to do. He became aware that Catarina's initial shocked expression had taken on a more feral and predatory gaze; he dared to reveal his nakedness to her. His blue-collar body, bordering on athletic, all seven girthy inches of his manhood on display, his testicles hung full and low, muscle accentuated through his tanned skin and the dancing light of the now all but forgotten porno. Catarina's right hand involuntarily dropped to grip her mons, a droplet of cum formed on the head of Kormac's hotly throbbing cock. He followed her lead, establishing the familiar rhythm, dry, and sensual sliding. Near the bottom of the stroke, his ring finger pressed firmly on his prostate gland while his pinky found his anus.

Catarina moved forward without a word. Her skirt hiking up, yanking her panties aside revealing her fresh shaved lovely vagina. Dropping down she took the tip of Kormac's cock in her mouth and drank the drop of cum. His hand dint moves from the grip on himself. She worked herself hungrily while giving him head, slow, wet, and full of the delicious sounds of sex. After a time Kormac stopped her, carefully, respectfully undressed Catarina. Pausing to relish this fresh experience, her fit body and ample curves.

Positioning himself now for a sixty-nine on his back, she straddled his face, took his cock in her mouth and pushed back to bring her vagina within reach of his starving mouth. Slow soft kisses, quick light tongue slides across her clitoris, hotly engorged, a small butterfly kiss on the inside of her left thigh, a lascivious slide of the tongue through her inguinal crease turns to deep French kissing of her beautiful bald pussy.

She, now writhing with pleasure and expectation, begins to fuck his face in earnest. Raising her clit to his kiss, riding down to allow his tongue to slide into and out of her vagina then across and around her anus. Sensualizing the rim job for a moment before reversing course back to her clit. All the while her hand never left the grip she witnessed minutes ago. The first knuckle of her pinky working into and out of his anus.

Kormac's thumb finds the opening of Catarinas' anus, and she pushes herself onto it. The rhythm picks up a frenetic pace, his kisses, suckling, and probing tongue helping her hover near orgasmic nirvana while she sucks as much of his thick manhood as she can get into her mouth. Kormac now thrusting lightly but consistently, each timing their orgasm to share the moment of frenzy with the other. Catarina now cumming forgets herself, allowing copious amounts of saliva to run past her lips down his shaft and over his testicles. Her orgasm is so intense that she squirts into his mouth.

To her surprise Kormac wraps his arms around her waist keeping her captive to his mouth, her orgasm stiffening his cock to near iron rigidity. Continuing through her moans, putting all of himself into guiding her to another orgasm, delight and abandon now live together as she cums again as he lets out an appreciable volume of cum into her mouth. Catarina receives it hungrily, swallowing his cum even as she picks up the pace and pressure she applies to his cock. Spent now they fall into a slow wind down, light kisses, adulation with hands and tongues. In the afterglow they fall asleep together, nude, she the little spoon. He, half erect, pressed against her shapely buns. Dreams deep with content. Sol breaks the horizon.

The End