A Girl's Best Friend: An Erotic Shapeshifter

CHAPTER 14

Pamela had a thought on their way back to her place – a way to truly reward her companion and she was pretty sure there’d be no interruptions this time. Her place was hers and hers alone. They had the house all to themselves to do whatever they wanted.

Logan, still a bit winded, sat down on the sofa and buried his nose in a TV magazine. Pamela sat on the other end of the sofa twirling her hair wondering what she should do next. She wondered when he’d pay her some attention.

She badly needed him to take her like he had the last time, only to take her deeper than they had gone. She wanted the full experience of love this time, the full experience of him inside her, from beginning to end.

She scooted to the other end of the sofa and propped a leg across his to get his attention. He just kept on reading. Frustrated, Pamela began to rub Logan’s crotch through his jeans with her foot.

She could tell he was liking it, but he continued to read the article in the magazine.

So she took her blouse off and threw it on the floor, exposing her breasts. Her n*****s reflected the living room lamp light, making their pinkness glow like a night light. Finally, Logan took notice.

It was the first time he’d taken his eyes off that magazine since they had gotten back. Pamela shook her shoulders, making her boobs wiggle. Logan put the magazine on the coffee table and placed his hand around her neck, pulling her in closer for a kiss. As he did, his other hand moved to her right n****e. He caressed it with his fingers, feeling it harden as Pamela panted.

“You want a repeat?” Logan asked.

Pamela giggled. “Mmmm-hmm. Well, actually, I want more,” she said.

She wondered when he would get the idea – men could be so dense sometimes. Now that he had it, she hoped nothing would distract him or interrupt them this time. She stood up and took off her pants, dropping her panties too in one movement.

Logan just sat and watched. He loved the carefully cropped space between her hips. Pamela dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants then pulled them off his legs. She threw them across the room and took his p***s in her hand before slipping her lips around the purplish head.

Logan moaned as she flicked it with her tongue. He thought he might explode too soon, but Pamela removed her mouth before it happened.

“You like that?” she asked. Her eyes twinkled in the lamplight. Logan nodded. He didn’t need words to express how that made him feel. His smile said enough, and Pamela knew he wanted more.

He was hard. All eight inches. Pamela wondered what it would feel like to be on top. She kept her eyes locked on Logan’s as she straddled him, sliding him inside her. She watched his breathing pick up pace and concentrated on the feel of his thick membrane pushing against the walls of her v****a. It felt much better than she had remembered from before.

Logan watched her small boobs bounce as she worked herself up and down, taking joy in his d**k sliding deeper and deeper inside her. He reached for a n****e with lips and sucked on it. Pamela grew more excited. Her face grew brighter and her moans turned to soft yelps.

Logan pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “Ride it, Baby.”

Pamela could feel the soft fabric of Logan’s shirt against her t**s. It made the pleasure all the more unbearable. She was getting wetter by the bounce. As his d**k pressed against her walls she could feel it slide in and out so much easier. Logan took control.

He picked up her and tossed her onto the sofa, thrusting himself into her faster and harder than she imagined he could. She was soaking wet.

She had no idea an o****m could feel that good. Her first, it was better than she ever imagined it would be. No sooner had she unleashed a torrent of her own fluids, Logan shot himself inside her, pushing himself in as deep as it would go. It felt like forever inside a minute. He gushed a hot river of love juice so deep into her she felt his pulsating organ throbbing like a heart inside a straw.

Pamela noticed for the first time that her knees were pressed against her shoulders. Logan’s arms crooked her knees and he stared hard into her eyes. He stuck his tongue in her mouth. As she sucked on it, she felt the last blast of him inside her, the walls of her v****a expanding to make room for his beating love stick. When Logan relaxed, Pamela wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed, letting him catch his breath.

Then it was over, just like that… their first “real” encounter. Pamela was so happy and excited that she let Logan take a nap afterwards while she got cleaned up and started to fix them a celebratory meal after the whole purse snatching ordeal earlier.