She’s My Pussy (Christy Mack)

[Gianni Shamari]

Super-fit people were grunting and grimacing through their strenuous workouts at the EVF Crossfit Columbus Circle on the Upper West Side of New York City. Most of them were doing squats, bench presses, and deadlifts. Tall muscular trainers were mouthing words of encouragement, inciting their clients to go through the strenuous calisthenics. It was worth watching; the uplifting ambiance of the place rejuvenated all the clients.

Monica and Maré were doing a very intense workout. Their faces flushed and sweat-drenched them all over. Taking a break, they sat on a bench and drank cold bottled water to restore some vitality. Monica was jubilant for finishing the toughest workout that toned her lean figure.

“You look invincible today … like a She-Hulk,” Maré quipped. “A toned superheroine! What made you get into that CrossFit?”

“I was watching The Challenge: Battle of the Exes on MTV, and I saw this hot girl named Emily on there. She had a great body! She does CrossFit, and I wanted a kick-ass body like hers.”

“Ha! I know who you’re talking about.” Maré continued. “Emily Schromm from The Real World: D.C. She used to date this Black guy named Ty.”

“Yeah, she’s a beauty,” Monica remarked.

“I can see she is a hot chick! I hope she makes a sex tape with her girlfriend.” Maré said, winking at her.

“Shut up! There’s another girl right here who caught my eye.”

“Oh, really? It sounds like you’re on the prowl again.”

Monica grinned. “You know it,” she said. “The chick’s got tattoos and big mammas. I wanna stuff my mouth with her girlies and quench my thirst with her nectar.”

“Where is she?” Maré asked, looking around.

Monica made a pointing gesture to the back. “There, in the back, doing front squats,” she said.

Maré raised his eyebrows. The chick was an elegant, busty, tattooed punk girl with short red hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes. She had a slim figure with proportioned lush curves. Her blue spandex halter top stretched across her full round tits that, left her broad shoulders bare. She had flawless defined abs and a narrow waist. The black shorts she wore made her bubble butts quite bouncy. Maré found himself mesmerized by her unique beauty.

“Yes, she is a dessert of the day!” Maré admitted. “I’ll devour her!”

“Oh no, you don’t!” Monica said, looking directly at him. “She’s my pussy.”

Maré chuckled. “I’m just kidding, baby girl! I am not into those gothic-like chicks. They’re too crazy for me to handle.”

“That’s what I like, girls full of splendor and marvel.”

“I’m about to leave. My side bitch will be mad if I do not meet up with her. We’re going to see the late show of The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and fuck all night.”

“Aren’t you gonna shower before you leave?”

“Not here. I don’t want to be around any naked dudes in the locker room.”

Monica laughed, lightly punching him on the arm. “Alright, I will stay here and get my prize.”

“Do your thing, She-Hulk!”

He kissed Monica on the cheek and walked off.

Monica lustfully stared at the tattooed hottie. Her pussy quivered as she surveyed the full, shapely figure and licked her lips. When a shirtless blond Caucasian stood next to her laughing, Monica became somewhat livid. Monica hated the man who touched the tattooed goddess she lusted after. The girl beamed and instantly turned away, bidding him farewell. ‘Maybe he’s her boyfriend or a friend with benefits, ‘ she thought before changing to the locker room. There was nobody inside as she began taking off her sweaty gym clothes.

“I hate him,” Monica said to herself, mentally picturing the blond dude.

She pulled her top over her head and put it in her gym bag. Turning around, she gaped; there stood the tattooed beauty that caught her eyes a while ago.

“Hi,” she greeted Monica smilingly.

“Oh, hi,” Monica answered and smiled back at her.

The tattooed beauty began stripping out of her sweat-drenched clothes. Monica licked her lip as she ogled her once again. The body art made her crush look like the ultimate badass diva.

“What a workout I had,” the tattooed beauty spoke up. “I never went hard like that before, and it made me feel like a machine!”

“Yeah, I saw you doing squats. Do you and your boyfriend come here often?” Monica asked out of curiosity.

“Boyfriend? Hell no! I’ll never date men,” she said, raising her voice.

“Oh, I … I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it’s okay.” The tattooed beauty interrupted politely. “You and the black guy work out a lot together here. Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, we’re just friends, and I don’t date men either. I am a proud lesbian, you know, a woman-only girl!”

The tattooed beauty raised an eyebrow as she said, “Oh!”

“Yeah, a lesbian never tells lies to the kind she loves.”

The tattooed beauty laughed. “It’s what it is,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“Monica Hershel.”

“Cool! I’m Christy Mack,” she said, shaking hands with Monica.

“The name’s as beautiful as the girl I am seeing!”

“Thank you! May I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

“Why were you watching me?”

“Because I fell in love with what I was watching,” Monica replied.

To Monica’s surprise, Christy blushed and averted her eyes. Now, she knew she was going to get her prize. Her heart beat fast as she decided to approach the tattooed beauty.

Christy looked up at her. She let Monica grab her arms, lean close, and ask, “Taking a shower together is fun, isn’t it?”

Christy raced her mind to say an answer as Monica teased her skin. Instead, she bit her lip and nodded.

“Then what are we waiting for,” Monica said, taking Christy by her hand and leading her to the shower. As soon as they got under the shower, Monica pushed her against the wall and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. As the warm water ran over their curvaceous-toned bodies, Monica infiltrated Christy’s wet mouth, sucking her tongue. Christy accepted Monica’s advances and kissed her back. They were both moaning and feeling on each other.

Monica sucked Christy’s lower lip, moved down, lapping up the water on her neck, and grabbed her big boobs. Nuzzling into her deep cleavage, she playfully shook her head and licked under her bust. Christy raised her arms above her head and let Monica tweak her erect pink nipples.

“The girls crave my attention, don’t they?” Monica said.

Christy responded by laughing.

Monica sucked her right tit. Drawing her cheeks in, she took Christy’s supple flesh with relish and sensed her throbbing nipple against her tongue. She released it briefly and went for its counterpart, stuffing her mouth with Christy’s succulent mamma.

Christy’s pussy quivered. She uttered a throaty moan, letting Monica slurp at her boob.

Monica Licked Christy from nipple to nipple and sucked her tits. Then she knelt and flicked her tongue over Christy’s linea alba. She licked her abs and passionately kissed her belly button.

Christy reached down and stroked Monica’s wet hair as the latter lowered herself further. As Monica clutched her around hips and squeezed her bouncy butts, she moved her legs apart.

Monica kissed down Christy’s crotch and sucking the water that cleansed her pussy. Christy’s pussy lips opened reflexively as Monica bussed her there. Licking up between them, she found her engorged clit and instantly took it like a predator who was avid for some tasty morsel.

“Mmm … Yes, baby. Don’t stop. More!” Christy begged.

Monica stuck her tongue deep inside Christy, devouring her pussy like a hungry savage. Christy moaned passionately, holding tightly on Monica’s shoulders as the latter licked down her pink, irritable flesh. She inserted her tongue into Christy’s welcoming entrance. ‘She is into girls already, ‘ Monica reflected. ‘That’s my kinda chick. Always ready and open!’

Christy moved her legs further apart, bracing herself on Monica’s shoulders. A shiver ran up her spine as Monica titillated her perineum and probed at her asshole. She hissed, digging her nails into Monica’s skin as the latter penetrated a finger in her rear orifice.

Monica went on with sucking and fucking Christy. The tattooed goddess moaned and grabbed her lover’s head, keeping it glued between her thighs. Her chest heaved as Monica’s tongue tickled her throbbing clit.

Monica released Christy’s clit and sucked her cunt, tasting the pussy juices mixed in the water from the shower. She knew that her crush was now ready to release her nectar.

“That’s right, cum for me, baby,” she murmured.

Christy groaned ardently when Monica withdrew her finger out of the forbidden orifice. She circled her sphincter with the tip of her finger, pushing it again. Monica zeroed in on Christy’s clit and circumscribed it with her tongue. Sucking and licking it, she drove her wild.

“I’m cumming, don’t stop!” Christy yelled.

Monica attacked her clit and asshole passionately. Christy was involuntarily moving her hips in a circle. She knew her climax would ensue any minute. As she made a hard thrust into her rectum and ardently sucked her clit, Christy shuddered and raked the skin on her shoulders. Love juices gushed through her irritable canal, filling Monica’s mouth.

Monica didn’t take her finger out of Christy’s asshole as she avidly swallowed the pussy juices, quenching her thirst. After licking her cunt, she rose and let Christy kiss her on the lips.

“Did you like it?” She asked Christy. “Do you feel light and elated?”

Christy smiled and answered, “Yes, very elated! I’ve been with girls before, but you were different.”

“I know,” Monica said, reaching down and touching Christy on her crotch. “This girl told me you aren’t a virgin,”

Christy laughed. “Come on; let us get dressed before somebody catches on us,” she said.

“Sure!”

They dressed and headed for Monica’s car, walking arm in arm. They laughed, feeling at ease like a happy lesbian couple. Once inside Monica’s black 2014 Mustang Convertible, they French kissed, sensing each other’s aroused state, and then cruised up the street singing the lyrics to a fast-paced song. Christy bared her tits so she could feel the breezy freedom of the evening. Her pink nipples were erect, indicating her desire for another round of sex.

“Your girls are proudly perfect,” Monica told her. “Are they 34C?”

“34D.” Christy corrected her.

“Slightly bigger, but I love them all,” Monica affirmed.

“I won’t mind the small ones,” Christy said, grinning broadly.

Monica laughed and let Christy touch her on the lap. Then she began massaging her crotch without baring it. “You wanna eat my pussy again, don’t you? That’s what you want, right?”

“Yes. I want to turn you on out of the shower!” Monica said, giving her a wink.

Inside her West End apartment, Christy stripped out of her street clothes in record time and laid in the middle of her queen-sized bed like a wanting prey. Monica could not wait to take over Christy’s oversized proportions as she stripped out of her jeans. ‘Time to devour my prize, ‘ she said with a sultry smile.

Monica climbed atop Christy. They kissed, and their sounds echoed like an EP of the bedroom. Monica grabbed Christy’s tits, pushed the nipples together, and started licking them both simultaneously. Christy felt herself in the seventh heaven! Monica was an excellent tit-sucker.

“Suck the girlies good, baby.” Christy moaned.

“I know you like that,” Monica replied. “I am still hungry for your sweet nectar.”

Gliding down between Christy’s toned legs, she splayed them and went down on her. She parted Christy’s labia and teasingly licked her wet cunt.

Christy responded with a whimper of lust. It triggered Monica to push two fingers into and out of Christy’s pussy while she continued nibbling and sucking on her clit. Christy’s loud moaning and sexual energy made her kinkier. She had one finger up Christy’s ass and kept two fingers in her creamy pussy, while she kept her mouth glued to the engorged petals.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Christy screamed, receiving an epic oral service. Then she flooded Monica’s face with her sex fluids, and the latter voraciously swallowed her honey.

Monica slid atop Christy, kissed her face with genuine passion, and sucked her lips. Then she squatted and rubbed her clit against Christy’s rigid nipples. The sensation ignited their milk lines, and they moaned to the pleasure. A couple of minutes later, Monica lowered herself on Christy’s face and let her cunt be taken instantly. Christy ravished her pussy with her fingers, tongue, and mouth.

“Don’t stop, keep going.” Monica quivered.

Christy lapped up Monica’s pussy until she rippled with a big wave of her orgasm, but their venture continued. Overheated and sweaty, they lay face to face in the bed and made love.

“That was great,” Christy said as she sat up. “Oh God, I never cummed like that before in my life. It was amazing!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Monica said, smiling. “You and your girlies are the perfect prize I got today!”

“Thanks! I do not mean to be rude, but you must leave now. I have to get up very early in the morning for work.” Christy told her.

“I will if you promise to call me tomorrow.”

Christy kissed her. “I will,” she said, smilingly.

Monica got dressed. Christy walked Monica to the door without a word and French kissed her again. “Until tomorrow,” she said and closed the door.

Monica left Christy’s apartment, got into her car, pulled out her smartphone, and texted Maré, “I got my prize!”

Instantly, she received his reply, Way to go, Predator!

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