My girl Ez

It was cooler than ever. But this coolness turned out to be too hot when she appeared next to me. A luscious girl, just brimming with the springs of inspiration, with long hair you'd want to drown in, imagining it was the ocean. And her lips, like petals of unknown flowers, you'd want to plunge into them too and drink the mysterious nectar. Such thoughts often visited my sick head when she was nearby and even when she was far away.

Today we decided to do something reckless; we had long wanted to live on spontaneity, it adds adrenaline to the blood, making it circulate and move faster, like a race car. There's a herd of mustangs nearby, kept either for breeding or for pleasure, but honestly, I've never seen them in the fields. Oh, yes, the girl's name was Ezilda, just Ez for me, but my name doesn't matter at all. Today we plotted a dirty deed: to steal two steeds to frolic a bit in the wind.

Waiting until all the farmers fell asleep over their Saturday poker, we crept to the stable doors. But, alas, the key to disappointment awaited us—a lock. And what to do? Sweet Ez pulled a hair tie from her hair and tried to mimic the key's movements with a hairpin, and, thank the gods, she succeeded. And her hair boldly cascaded down like a waterfall in the desert, covering her delicate shoulders. But now they covered her neck, which I, like a vampire, had been staring at intently for who knows how long, and now this circumstance tormented me. But more on that later. Stealing horses is not a tricky business, especially when their owners are already floating in a world of alcoholic dreams.

The horses are quite powerful, and feeling yourself on top of them is certainly a privilege. It's as if you're taming the very embodiment of strength, though, in essence, that's exactly what it is. My sweet girl, stepping with one foot on the stirrup, threw her other leg back so wide to get into the saddle that I noticed her quite good flexibility, and it pleased me. I didn't delay either, so as not to fall behind her.

As soon as we rode out onto a more open road, we began to be pursued by all sorts of potholes, and they pleased me too. Each time we hit such a bump, her chest transformed into a spring, at least that's how it seemed to me. And the transparent blouse didn't even try to hide anything from my brazen eyes. I already saw how her nipples gradually swelled, as if trying to break free from the captivity of her clothes. And I could have helped them with that. Of course, a young girl who feels the pulsation of a powerful creature beneath her simply cannot help but get aroused. I still hoped that with a sudden gust, her top would simply fly off her or melt away, like snow under the scorching sun. Or like vanilla ice cream meeting a juicy tongue. But still, that didn't happen.

We reached the final point of our dirty deeds, where they were committed, even dirtier than I had planned...

We let the horses go, as they were no longer needed, and went to the local tavern ourselves to settle our bet on who could drink the most cold beer.

— — You still counting on your victory?" the girl said in a quite self-sufficient voice.

— — Yes," I was not very talkative. And what conversations could there be when I was mentally speaking only to her swollen nipples, as if they were even answering me, and I felt their answers swelling within me, in my cock, which, in fact, had filled with enough blood. And if you think about it, it's precisely her self-confidence that turns me on so much; I want to show her what she needs, maybe even break her, but she's so delicate that I find myself confused about what to do.

We ordered one round of mugs, then another, then even a fourth, and on the fifth, we ran out of toasts; even such rotten alcoholics as us run out of reserves. And then I decided to be brazen; the drunken blood contributed to it:

— — Ez, you have wonderful breasts, you've grown up so much, maybe let's drink to their further prosperity? Heh heh," I even laughed a little.

— — You're just drunk, but since I'm drunk too, let's drink to that!" I didn't even expect a positive reaction, but it's a good sign.

But truth be told, I couldn't hold back; as soon as she went to the ladies' room, I followed her, like a hunter following a naive victim. There were no mirrors in that room, and she apparently didn't see, when she washed up, that I was behind her, like the meanest enemy. I wrapped my arms around her waist and playfully pressed her against me; my already prepared cock ended up right between her buttocks, and I even felt a shiver run through her body; yes, she likes it. Or not?

— — Mm, you think I haven't heard about your exploits, you think I haven't been choking on saliva at just the sight of you for so long, and you just didn't pay attention to me. Well, no, now you'll pay in full!" I felt like a dictator, saying it clearly and slowly, savoring every word.

— — No, I'll scream, let me go!" she was seriously frightened, however.

— — If you so much as squeak, if even one cry, other than moans of pleasure, flies out of your whorish mouth, then tomorrow your dear little brother will have his manhood cut off. How's that, huh? How does it feel to be responsible for others' lives? I can't hear you, did you swallow your cute little tongue?

There was still no answer, and I sharply turned her blossoming body to face me and delivered a few juicy slaps.

— — Well, why are you silent, bitch? Or is that not enough, should I add more?

— — No, no, I understand, I shouldn't struggle...

— — That's a good girl.

I examined her face with trepidation; later my admiring gaze (along with my hands) moved to the buttons on her clothes. I unbuttoned them more carefully than ever to enjoy her fully. In this simple way, I removed that unnecessary thing from her and tossed it aside, it didn't matter where. As I suspected, she was without underwear; now her nipples were just looking at me brazenly, and I couldn't refuse them our gracious communication. I lowered my head a little and bit one nipple, then gently licked it, and then my lips couldn't be torn away from her breast at all. I kneaded it, squeezed it, pinched it, even tried to hurt it sometimes to hear her delicate cries; I needed her reaction, and I got it:

— — You... you're hurting me... ah... maybe, maybe it's really not worth it?" and she tried to move away from me, but there was nowhere to go; my hands were strong enough, and the wall was close enough.

— — What, didn't you grasp the situation well?

— — Well, you're a scumbag!" let it be offensive, but, damn it, I can see how much she likes it; she probably dreamed the whole way of being treated like the last trash, a village whore. Well, now we'll arrange that for her.

— — Hey, whore, now get on your beautiful knees and do what so many sweet rumors are about.

— — I won't suck!

— — Wow, how straightforward. And I'm not candy for you to suck; you'll give me a blowjob, and do it so well that I close my eyes in pleasure, because I'll fuck your throat so hard you won't be able to swallow anything for a long time, except my cum, of course.

She got on her knees and with trembling hands took out my equipment; I can say it was of impressive size. Surely her most delicate lips trembled in time with her hands when they saw what they would have to work with, but she had no way out anyway.

First, she grabbed the base of my "friend" with her right hand, and immediately enveloped its head with her trembling mouth,

ran her tongue around it several times; it somewhat resembled a carousel you could ride endlessly. I got tired of these tendernesses and, grabbing the back of her head, began to impale her head on my cock, speeding up my pace and my breathing with each second, naturally. I hardly let her breathe; it's fine, let her work, my sweet little whore Ez. She swallowed deeper and deeper, and I think I began to feel the rush of an orgasm; I felt a wave rising from within, planning to cause a storm, but I didn't want to rush things.

— — Enough for now, ah, what lovely tear-filled eyes you have, but this is nothing yet, everything is still ahead... and yes, call me 'master,' understood?

— — Yes, master...

— — Whose whore are you?

— — I'm your whore, yours..." and then she burst into womanly sobs, which made me want to fuck her even more.

I put her on all fours so she could lean her hands on the sink and her back arched like a brazen kitten. I had neither the strength nor the desire to take off her tight pants, so it was nothing for me to simply tear them with one movement. I didn't care how she would walk home in such a state. I frankly didn't give a damn! Her buttocks could now truly be one big planet, and it's so pleasant to divide this planet into two parts; well, here is the long-awaited pussy, already filled with lubrication and ready for consumption. Such a disposable, oh, I mean pink... I inserted one finger into her first; she shuddered a little, and then three whole fingers, and began to twist them; here came her light moans:

— — Yes, master, why are you hesitating...

— — What, slut, whining. You're not worthy of having my cock in your cunt! Although, if you reeeally beg me, then maybe I'll take pity...

— — Yes, my master, I'm a stupid bitch, I'm a finished whore, I beg you, put your cock in me and fuck me properly!

— — So be it...

And I thrust my shaft into her with a running start; why stand on ceremony with such specimens. Although deep in my thoughts, I of course hoped that she would be a virgin; in that case, I would have been gentle and tender with her, and it would have happened in a more pleasant place; I would have wanted her to be only mine, but upon learning that she was simply public property, I became disgusted and just wanted to use her as a hole, nothing more.

In her rather narrow passage, my cock felt like a squeezed person running through a tunnel in search of an exit, in my case—an entrance. I entered her harder and rougher each time; her cries probably reached the entire village; she moaned like cats in heat. And my Ez had already flowed enough; a waterfall was already streaming down her thighs, and it seems a storm and several volcanic eruptions are imminent.

— — Yes, baby, like that, arch your naughty back even more...

— — Ahh, why didn't you do this earlier... I've never flowed like this, as with you, never so... ahhh... wanted to flow...

— — What a lustful trash!..

I, it seems, wanted to tell her something, but I came, and all my thoughts came out along with the sperm right into her vagina. From which my seed began to leak, mixing with her personal waterfall, which still ran down her thighs...

I could have fucked her all evening, but she wanted me too much, and that would have given her pleasure, and I couldn't allow that. So I decided to end our bet a little differently. I sat down by the cold wall, and it seemed to me that this body lying at my feet, covered in cum and tears, hadn't worked hard enough yet. I took off my shoes myself, but I ordered her to take off my socks:

— — Work with your teeth; they were given to you to pull off my socks. Well, why are you standing there, bitch?

— — But... why?

— — No one allowed you to speak; take them off, I said!

She obediently crawled towards me... and at that moment I imagined that we could be lounging in silky beds, walking in parks, and smiling if she were only mine and not public property, this lustful slut who would now suck on my tired toes!

She crawled slowly, as if wanting to tease me, but I didn't care; she bit the tip of the sweaty sock with her teeth and pulled it off with one jerk. Then she probably imagined they were five hybrid cocks and began to suck them with great enthusiasm! At first lightly biting, then enveloping, gently sucking each finger like the sweetest candy, skillfully running her tongue between them as if searching for something there. And she probably found it after all... Found it, she found herself huge trouble! Since now I had the privilege, I could set any conditions so that our meeting remained a secret, and now we often met in this tavern to test new bets each time!

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