When Amy Met Army

It was a testament to Amy's cuteness that she could somehow make dark, dirty sex in a back alley look sweet in a way. Army didn't know if that made him a pervert, but, right then, he didn't much care. He was far too enthralled with the amazingly crazy and crazily sensuous beauty bouncing on top of his chest.

He could tell she approved of his hand's handiwork, but it wasn't quite enough to finish the job. She was still holding on. No, even more than that - Amy was speeding up, blowing him away with a feverish fervor that probably would have burned his manhood if not for all the wetness in her mouth. Army's breath quickened and his body started to buck as nature took its course. There was no stopping this.

The best he could do was try to at least get her to come at the same time, or close enough that they couldn't tell the difference. Army brought all four fingers into the mix and began to pump her pussy, dipping in and out at jackhammer speed while his thumb ran around the rim. He dug his teeth into her rump one last time, before throwing his head back. Lightning was running through his body.

So close, so close. "Fuck, I'm coming, it's going, I'm-"

Despite not having moved this entire time, Amy's clothes had somehow escaped from beneath her knees, leaving her knees exposed to the hard concrete. They were uncomfortable. They were likely going to bruise. Amy didn't care. She didn't even notice.

All her senses registered was the feel of their bodies together, of Army's stiffness in her mouth, around her tongue, at her throat, between her hands. Of his fingers in her pussy, the way they stormed her, explored her, conquered her. Of how taut the various parts of Army's torso felt against her thighs and ass. His chest felt wet. Everything felt hot.

She felt a fourth finger join the fray, and Amy felt her body start to convulse. Shit. Let him have his damn ball.

That's the last thought Amy would remember having. From then, her body operated on animal instinct. She ground up against Army's fierce drilling with her hips, and growled into the head of Army's penis as Army sunk his teeth into her ass. Just after Army cried out, a noise of which Amy was barely aware, Amy selfishly withdrew her left hand from the front, using it instead to knead her own breast. After a precious few seconds of sucking down Army's seed, her head also disengaged from Army so that she could arch her back, throw her head back, and cry out herself, a soft, panting cry that echoed off the concrete. Then Amy fell forward onto Army's legs, utterly spent.

Army wasn't sure if he hit some kind of strange nerve, but things changed when he brought that fourth finger into things. Amy'd already shown she could be an incredibly crazy and kinky girl, but in that moment she became downright bestial, humping his fingers and driving herself into a frenzy of unadluterated lust.

Of course, Army was only vaguely aware of all that. It was distant, like something far away, an out of body experience. His physical self was still there, but his mind was gone, solid gone as the orgasm washed over him in white waves and his muscles spasmed, flopping around on the street. His back arched, strong enough to lift Amy off the ground...and then, all at once, it was over. His muscles relaxed and he entered a state of pure bliss. Temporary nirvana.

Things were quiet for a minute, as the two of them laid there, wrapped up in post-coital heaven. The only sounds were their heavy breathes and the hissing of a nearby steam pipe, as their lungs started to catch up to the rest of their bodies. When the minute passed, Army worked up enough strength to crane his neck and look down her way with a weak smile.

"We..." He gave up and let his head flop back. "I'm thinking we should hang out. Seriously."