Big Mouth

Big Mouth
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

Sometimes I speak without thinking. I guess we all do. Most of us, anyway.

Early in the summer, some guy in the next building had a party. Mark knew a friend of the guy and I ended up standing around drinking beer and gabbing. There was this girl and she told us she was always bored in the afternoon, because she worked in the evening and everyone she knew worked days. I was working the night shift that summer, down at the plastics factory.

“I’m home, too,” I blurted out, slightly drunk. “You should drop by for a drink.”

The girl seemed to ignore me. I didn’t think much about it. It was one of those parties when I said lots of things I didn’t really mean. I was just trying to have fun.

A few days later, in the afternoon, I answered a knock at my door. It was the girl from the party.

“I thought maybe we could have that drink,” she said.

I was surprised to see her. I hadn’t told her where I lived. I showed her into my apartment.

“Sorry about the mess,” I said.

“That’s all right.” She flashed a big grin my way. I went into the kitchen hoping I could find her something to drink. I hadn’t been expecting company.

“Do you live in these apartments?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m staying with a friend,” she said, “for a while.”

She was a good looking girl, in an ordinary kind of way. Her hair was cropped short, light brown and straight. Her skin was fairly tanned, evidence of the chronic summer boredom she had complained about. She wore a blue spandex top that pulled her breasts fairly flat, although it was obvious they were bigger than they seemed. There was a slight bulge to her brown belly. Her grey running shorts hung like a skirt. I gave her a drink, a tall concoction of lemonade and spirits. It was the best I could do, under the circumstances.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the cold glass. “My name’s Terri.”

“Terri,” I said, knocking my glass gently on hers, “Brian.”

“I can’t believe how hot it is,” she said after a long drink.

“Suffocating,” I replied.

“You’re lucky,” Terri said, smiling broadly. She had a very pretty smile. “I mean, you don’t have to wear a shirt.”

“I guess so,” I said, feeling a little naked. I was only wearing a pair of jean shorts.

“This is hot,” she said, tugging at her spandex top. “Uncomfortable.”

“I can imagine,” I said.

“Do you mind?” she asked with a mischievous grin. I shrugged. Terri put down her glass and pulled off her top. I stared as her big breasts shuddered slightly. Tossing her garment aside, Terri began to massage her freed tits and sighed. “That is so much better,” she said.

“I’m sure,” I said. My cock stirred, convinced by her optimism.

Terri took another drink and then touched the cold glass to her left nipple. The dark ring of flesh contracted in an instant, forming a hard knot. “Wow,” she exclaimed, “that feels so good. This heat is just wicked.” I nodded in agreement. Terri smiled coyly. “Do you know what I can do?” she asked.

“I can’t guess,” I said, ready for anything at this point.

“I can lick my own tits,” she said. I feigned astonishment. “Watch,” she said, as though I had something else I might want to do. Terri pushed her boobs up with both hands, and extending her tongue, teased first one nipple and then the other with lewd playful licks. My cock was hurting, pressed against stiff denim. “Jealous?” she asked.

I nodded, entranced by her naughty show.

“It excites me,” she said, “imagining it’s you.”

I took the last gulp of my drink.

“Come here,” she commanded. “Have a taste.”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I sucked her tits with reckless abandon. My hand slip under her loose short and found a steaming hot cunt. I pushed my fingers inside her. Terri moaned and writhed against my hungry touch. Stripping off what remained of our clothes, we fucked madly, dripping in the sweat of furious passion. After some savage fucking minutes, the wild squeals of Terri’s climax unleashed a gushing orgasm from my thrusts.

I fell back on the floor, laughing with the unexpected pleasure she had brought me. I cast a glance at Terri to see her lounging lazily on the sofa, her scarlet pussy dripping with fuck. She smiled and blew me a kiss. Then she looked at her watch and pulled her shorts back on.

“I’ve got to go,” she said.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said wearily.

“Thanks for the drink,” Terri said as she reached for her top.

“Anytime,” I replied. Mustering my strength, I sat up.

“I’ll take you up on that,” she said.

“Can I have your number?” I said. “I’ll give you a call.”

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“So, when will I see you again?”

“I’ll drop by sometime,” Terri said as she walked to the door. “If that’s all right.”

“Sure, but,” I said, “I mean, sure.”

“Bye, Brian.”

I walked around in a happy daze for a while, running through the whole episode with disbelief and curiosity. I’d seen lots of weirdness, even done plenty of wild things in my life, but I’d never had a strange woman just drop by to fuck me silly. I picked up the glass she’d been drinking from and took the last swig of warm lemonade and rum. “Fucking wild,” I said to myself.

A few days passed before I saw Terri again. I’d pretty much given up on ever seeing her, since there was nothing I could do about it. I could probably have done some investigating, ask Mark to ask his friend, or something, but I had other girls and all in all, I was satisfied letting the mysterious vixen fade into a good memory. It was one in the afternoon on another lazy day when she knocked on my door. I brought Terri a drink.

“You know,” I said, “I hardly know anything about you.”

She slid from the sofa down to the floor and crawled over to my chair. “What’s to know?”

I thought to tell her that I wanted to know her last name when she unzipped my fly. The words caught in my throat as she kissed my rigid cock. I forgot everything as she took it in her big mouth and starting teasing me with her long tongue. I ran my fingers through her fine hair as she took me in deep. I spent myself with spasms like thunderclaps and Terri drank it down. As I caught my breath, she stripped off all her clothes.

“I hardly know anything about you, either,” she said with a laugh as she pushed her dripping cunt against my mouth. “Lick me.”

I tickled her hot clit with my tongue and teased her fiery lips apart. Terri grabbed my hair and mashed me against her wet cunt. “I like that,” she said in low moans. “That’s all you need to know.” I sucked and tongued her until she squirmed and squealed. My prick was throbbing hard again by that time and again we fucked ourselves mad.

At least we did until Terri looked at her watch. “I have to go,” she said.

She came again the next day. I learned nothing about her, except that she enjoyed being fucked from behind. I deliberately noticed that she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. I tried to press her for a phone number, but she ran away. Terri didn’t come back for five more days. She fucked me ragged that day. Two days passed and she did it again. The more she refused to tell me, the more I wanted to know. After so much physical intimacy, I think I was starting to really feel for her but Terri still would not answer a single one of my questions.

Three days after that, Terri knocked on my door. I was in a bad mood that day. My boss had given me a hard time, and I didn’t sleep well. Terri was taking off her clothes as she walked into the living room.

“Listen,” I said, “Terri, we can’t be like this. I can’t just fuck you. I really like you but this game you’re playing is starting to hurt. Let’s talk.”

Terri frowned and pulled her t-shirt back over her head.

“Oh, well,” she said.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Can’t we just . . . ?”

“No,” I said. “If you won’t talk to me, it’s over.”

“I’m sorry,” Terri said. She came close to me. I put my arms around her. Terri kissed me, a hot and heavy kiss filled with serious passion and hunger. “Good-bye,” she said in a sad whisper. There were tears in her eyes. Then Terri bolted out the door.

I only hesitated a moment before I went after her, but Terri was gone. I walked the length of the apartment complex, checked names on the mailboxes, walked through the park, looking for her anywhere, not knowing where to look. It was futile.

I asked Mark to ask his friend, but no one seemed to know who she was. For the rest of that summer, I spent every afternoon sitting in my apartment, waiting and hoping. But it was no use. I was all alone, just me and my big mouth.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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