STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

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Jacob knew she was for it when their bodies slid into each other on the dance floor. She exuded need and readiness like a finger greeting moisture in an eager pussy.

He remembered his grandmother's sage advice at this particular moment.

Good things come in small packages.

This woman defined petite; she was slender, trim, fit and had great perky breasts, copious blonde locks and dazzling blue eyes. Surely, they were designer contacts, but who cared: they had him, like her tight-fitting black dress.

Kendall was thinking of the toilets, an alleyway or a dark corner of the venue for immediate sex. Boy, was he hot. The physique of the guy was outstanding. His shirt barely contained his ripped fitness. She was intent on making out. It was already happening in her head. Ripping off his shirt was a passing thought; she wanted his pants down fast.

It was only a modicum of human decency and the fact they would be arrested and separated that stopped them from screwing in the middle of the dance floor. This was the actual instance in a lifetime when you needed to be at one of those all-in; private club venue orgies.

It was all they could do to grope at each other as they made a hasty exit. It was not even ten o'clock. There was only one cab on the rank outside, just up from the venue. They slid and felt around two bodies as one as they fastened together on the back seat.

"Seat belts, seat belts," from the driver, "Nothing happens without seat belts."

They were strapped in the side and middle seats; they needed closeness.

The taxi moved off the curb.

"Address," said the driver, looking back in his rear-view mirror, the couple groped.

Jacob gave his address between two deep, lingering French kisses. The meter was running, and the taxi accelerated. The ten-minute drive seemingly had the makings of a lifetime's incarceration if they couldn't dirtily touch.

The raunchy flow of desire through both souls was untameable. The thought of subtle, satiny, subdued foreplay escaped either of their minds. Jacob came up for a much-needed breath in the hectic ferreting under her dress and the rummaging in underwear to finger forage her private flesh; his darting eyes momentarily saw the crucifix wrapped and draped around the driver's rear-view mirror. He came close to cursing his Catholic upbringing.

The taxi driver threatened, "Ease up, or I'll drop you both on the curb and call the police!"

Jacob thought, hell that alleyway will have to do; this wasn't romance but primal need.

Kendall sat up straight, prim and proper and nudged Jacob to do the same. She closed her legs demurely and mouthed quietly to the taxi driver's wary eyes in his mirror.

"I'll control him."

The driver got on with his driving job.

Kendall got on with her job of accessing cock, in the now.

Being a woman, she knew the discreet playful tactic to adopt in their feverish hurriedness for fucking because the outcome was assured; it was only minutes away. She placed her gold-coloured clutch purse perfectly to hide her ribald action of releasing Jacob's erect throbber through his zip.

She stroked with her delectable, tight, elegant-fingered grip along the length of his exposed love muscle. Her fingernails gave ripples of intense localised pleasure to his pecker tip and tightening ball bag. His cock was over ready. His precum shot over the top of her grip onto her leather purse. She was massaging and teasing and fondling in turn his engorged pecker with the most sensationally timed upward and downward rhythm to sustain his hardness. There was no time to lose; the action was imminent.

Kendall, in her rush to please her own tingling slit, which had been thoroughly and equally between squeezed legs, discreetly manhandled on the back seat, hurriedly went to pay the cab fare; as the driver pulled to the curb. However, this released Jacob's nearly bursting purple head directly into the cabby's view.

Inadvertently, the driver's own latent love of men, which usually remained hidden behind phony homophobic tirades, now confronted a gorgeous close cock. He stiffened deathly pale, not at their supposed indecency in his taxi. Instead, it was his own anxiety at succumbing to cock, his own raging bi desires caught out. The driver recovered somehow and gesticulated wildly.

He yelled: "Get Out. Get Out," and sped off with a stunning cock forever imprinted on his mind.

Jacob with his cock on public view because it wouldn't go back in his pants because it burgeoned totally stretched upright erect: the true hard-on. He stumbled speedily with Kendall, her clutch purse still open and two twenty-dollar notes sort of hurriedly stuffed back in. This failed, and they drifted down the road on the light breeze.

A young woman walking her dog down the opposite pavement got the eyeful of her twenty years. She realised her own boyfriend wasn't in this cock league. She kept staring as her dog strained on its leash.

Jacob pressed the keypad, and they were in. He shut the door with his foot and, in the same instance, swept petite Kendall into his arms. He intended to carry her up the stairs to his king-size bed. He was impressed with his own penis willpower not to root her senseless on the foyer tiles, his strength as a professional rugby player to carry her; he already knew his potency.

Kendall, however, grabbed the bottom of the banister rail and halted Jacob on the bottom stair.

Somehow; the lithe five foot two, seemingly contortionist Miss got her legs wrapped around his neck and her mouth; facing south; over his exposed pecker; probably ballet lessons when younger; but suddenly, the bottom stair seemed fine for sex. Jacob's cock was in heaven: well, a cute fem-mouth paradise. He had anticipated the moment, but it was already way better. It was sucking to define sucking. She was a frigging, vacuuming-sucking Angel, and God, she was good. He struggled in the pleasure rapture to hold his balance. He was trembling with cock comforting contentment.

Jacob flipped her down. He had to see her technique in action. Kendall dropped his dacks and boxers and took his quality meat package in her hands while nibbling on his nut sac, giving the silky tense tease. She was gobbling his head while looking up with her eyes. It was the sexiest of head job interactions for him, seeing a woman's eyes gaze up and twinkle at him whilst her mouth smushed his cock head in a slurry of saliva in tandem with her twirling torc tongue. Her mouth was a cavern of delivering, deliberate, and defining immediate residence for a pecker; her skull the absolute perfect boner haven. He imbibed the complete pleasure of her cock work ethic and the gratification of seeing a woman gorging herself on his pecker.

Kendall's blue eyes were full of the wonder of cock.

Her mouth was full of the flavour of cock. Her mind was full of the savouring sensual moment of a corker cock. Her hand was occupied with the shaft. Her mouth was working the head. Eyes shut, then open. Intense concentration, then no concentration, just bodies flowing together. Pleasure held in one spot, then pleasure released through mind and body. Kendall was spirited, caught fully in the enjoyment of providing enjoyment and readying this hard happiness rod for her own immediate pussy use.

Jacob, though, had to taste her. Her dress was off, and her cute matching black panties and bra were discarded. She paused on the second step, and he was still on the first. The perfect position for kneeling into her wide-open raised legs. One held higher and twisted to the banister rail; the other pressed to the feature wooden wall. But the true feature on display was her pussy; inviting as only a fully shaved wet spread lippy coochie can be. It defined pink; it was so puffy. Her lipettes were tackily glued to her mound under the weight of her own seeping moisture. The rugby back's tongue hit her delight front and centre with all the force of a scrum push. The taste blended a syrupy, squelchy sweet.

Kendall panted because her big boy licked in a rush to meet her frictional pushing need. There were regular 'mmm's' and 'ahs' of womanly delight as her secret flesh was captured by his flashing tongue.

He put two fingers into her and moved them in and out briskly as he flicked her clit. She squealed and quivered in fem-delight.

"Ooh, ooh, aah, yes, ooh."

One of her hands gripped the stair rail, the other coursing, tousling his hair. Kendall came intensely, vehemently and enthusiastically but instantly sought more; she was exuding protracted heat.

She guided Jacob under her a few stairs up. Kendall positioned on top of him but facing away. She held her body above him for a moment, balancing on his thighs with her legs set down the stairs. She gripped the banister with one hand and then pushed off her toes; she rode her man, rode his pecker hard, rode his meat-package deep and occasionally teased the tip of his cock head before plunging down, then dragging her enveloping tightness up, over and over again. Then Kendall arched back into his chest and let Jacob thrust happily into her, letting him pump frantically for a minute with a machine gun tempo.

God, it felt mutually blissful. Pussy chock-full. Cock drilling filling.

A couple more stairs and Kendall was facing her man. This allowed swift, expressive kissing and robust breast fondling. Her hands then locked around his neck, and Jacob's hands were pushing her butt up and indenting her taut petite cheeks as their genitals were now glued together in fantastic fevered friction. Kendall was so lubricated the bond of two was perfect; it was a compulsive duo of pace, passion and preoccupation.

Kendall eased her knees onto Jacob's thighs, increasing the tightness of traction. Her clit trying to burrow into his pubic bone.

She wriggled her arse and clenched her pussy muscles in ardent womanly joy.

She had to taste herself on his glistening manly meat. She was engrossed in the mixed viscosity of their pairing. The fire and the lust in her eyes were matched by the intensity coursing through the pecker again in her mouth. Jacob was momentarily lost in the power this woman's mouth had over his cock.

He realised only super deep could match Kendall's zeal for his cock. He had her missionary spread near the top of the stairs. God, she was spread. God, she was open. God, she was, in the instance, actually too carnal. But his dick raged. He held her legs up but slightly together and went in so goddamn deep it could only be called obscenely deep. It was lust deep, it was the shagging, fem-screaming deep, and it was cavernous canyon deep. It was g-spot hunting deep.

"Ooh, aaghh, ooh, aaghh," she spieled.

Kendall thought she would be fucking split open, and in the pleasure surge, that was actually frickin acceptable. Her guttural high pierced yelps approaching the rare glass-shattering range.

"Uugh! Oh, God!, Uugh! Uugh!"

He ploughed her till they were jointly breathless.

Ah, the wonder of sexual intent; they caught their breath, they engraved through their skin and minds their seeking lust and renewed the bodily sexual wrestle.

Jacob's ladder, the stairway to heaven, was triggered by his grandmother's photo on the wall.

He had his angel; he had his ladder.

His thoughts moved on quickly as their tangle of bodies bustled to the landing.

Kendall held the top of the balustrade with both hands. One leg up on it because she needed the dogging finale. Her exposed lippy slit joined with cock; she was slutty, in the nicest actual vagina-lubed way, because she leaked naturally fem-creamy gelled for action: pure need, pure bodily greed and the urgency of coupled speed.

Wow, was she loud.

Her delicate petite frame belied by her foul-mouthed pleasure: "Oh fuck me…fuck me deeper…yeah…oh…my my…Oh, God."

A tirade of filthy enjoyment. Complete womanly abandonment in absolute bodily happiness.

Jacob was stoked; he was booty-struck and petite pussy wrapped as he looked down at his cock doing its job.

Boy, was it doing its job, and it was getting rewarded. He felt the pleasure expand along his cock. He heard the joy in Kendall's smutty, lurid delight. The evidence made her inner thighs clammy.

He embraced the sucking puck sound of trapped air and liquid in her cute cunny as he thrust with pricking, perfect precision so profoundly deep, sac-deep.

She was the ultimate stairway to heaven for a male.

How to top the 'unstoppable'?

She screamed in orgasmic delight as her thighs quivered.

"Oorgh, yes, oorgh, yes! I'm cumming, oorgh, aah, aah aah!"

Her buttocks pushed into his pelvis. She gripped the balustrade so as not to collapse on the landing.

Kendall felt better than she ever had before in sex. Oh fuck; it was sensational as the tingly coursing pleasure spasm held and held for her.

Jacob; as dudes will; moved on, his finger was rimming and probing her cute tight starfish, and it was amazing how she got her explosive sexual desire back almost simultaneously with the double-digit probe; as he smeared her slutty juices into her own arsehole. Kendall was moaning more deeply than before, deep mmm's of fem-pleasure, already craving forbidden delight.

She was leaning over the balustrade, her body in free fall as the delicious tight moment came. His fat cock rimmed and then penetrated her yielding yet unyielding hole. Her feisty anus was in pecker rapture. Jacob pumped her arse like there was no tomorrow, deep, dirty and slightly debasingly, but Kendall ecstatically embraced it. The underlying slut in her fully let out.

Kendall was taken entirely by her fastened and stretched arse being ravished; it was a quality welcome trespass, a sin of delight. The sensation surpassed even her anal virgin experience as her butthole, for instance, held her complete being in cock constricted consciousness, and the snug compression had her teetering on newfound heights of pleasure.

It seemed she was on the staircase to paradise, as heaven seemingly shone a light through her; life was so fucking good in moments like this: on a stairway, a staircase of bodily rapture, a series of steps had led to anal paradise.

Jacob could feel his welling silky sac satisfaction craving its release in the secure sensual stringent constriction of her arse friction which held only one outcome; a monumental wad of cum ready for spurting.

Kendall had the need to feel the warmth of cock jizz in her mouth and at the top of the stairs; after a few brisk, energetic abrupt, deep-throated sucks, their reward was shared.

Jacob's cum jizzed over Kendall's face, propelled with the force of male happiness in splashing spasmed splats across her extended tongue, where it slushed with her swelling saliva and her repeated 'yum's'.

It sprinkled like fine lace dots across her flushed cheek. The overload of spare shlong gravy aided by gravity went plummeting over her shoulder, through the banister railing, on a descending trajectory, where it ended its life as a smearing smudge on the Florentine foyer floor tiles.

There was the sated erotic repose, the joint bodily clutching, the twofold embracing and the satisfaction combined in united physical relaxation.

Surely, the heat was out of these two feisty, spunky-sexed adults.

Their close nakedness said otherwise. Intimate genital nearness roused ardour again. The sexual heights had been anticipated on the dance floor and had been realised on a staircase, yet new carnal adventures were just a door and a bed away.

The playfulness was hitting them both; the fun, kinky sex was about to begin as Jacob piggybacked Kendall into his bedroom.

He had an angel to wrestle with till the morning light.