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Another Club story! Mackenzie is actually modeled after an Italian girl I go to college with, one that I'm very fond of :) Read, enjoy, and please comment! I adore comments of all kinds! If you want a specific story written, ask me, I do stories for no charge, it's just fun for me to do! Here's the story for y'all.

Alex returned home not too much later, his prized car ticking itself cool in front of the stoop. He was running it over again through his mind, picturing the seductive horse as best he could. She wasn't fat, but she was full bodied. Her thighs were thick and sexy, but not fat. Her hips were wide, tapering in near her stomach and her shoulders and breasts were nearly as wide as the waist below. She wasn't too tall or short, just sturdily build and knew how to show it all off. Her hair was so soft that it was a serious shock to him, the most shiny and beautiful brown on Earth. It flowed like water, and levitated barely past her shoulders. The most easily recognizable part, by far, was her heavenly scent. It was flowery, but not so much so that it smelled fake. He thought carefully of her warm body against his, that succulent rear pressed up against his throbbing erection. Surely she'd felt it, which meant that she either didn't care, or liked it. His fingers fumbled for the keys, eventually happening upon the worn brass metal sliver. The lock clicked, and he walked into the darkness of his house. Finding the light switch by muscle memory, he slogged up the stairs. He was actually sore from grinding, his thighs felt like they were on fire! It was more than worth it, though. His apartment was narrow, but he had four different floors, his bedroom and bathroom on the uppermost floor. Teeth brushed, he shuffled to the enormous bed and between the covers. They were cold and crisp, the mattress forming to him like a cloud, the cold covers warming up perfectly. His mind was still racing, and he stripped off his boxers and massaged his sheath gently to the thought of the angel at the club.

Flexing his nether regions, he felt his penis begin to peek out of its hiding place. This always helped him to relax, and he could sure use a bit of relaxing. Massaging the thick head with one hand, Alex began to gently coax his cock out, kneading it gently all the time it expanded. Even the feeling of it growing and growing and growing was stimulating, helping to further accelerate its growth into its full girth and deadly length. He reached over the side of the bed, the warm penis sliding onto the bed as he reached into the bedside table for the white bottle of hand lotion. Laying onto his back once more, he flipped the cap open and squirted a liberal amount of the thick substance onto the top side of his dick in the little crevasse before the head. Spreading it slowly up, down, and all around his member, it began to warm and thinned slightly which allowed him easier spreading. His fist was smooth with the liquid, and he rested his head back and went to work with his right hand. There was a repetitive moist clicking sound as his arm pumped up and down, and he flexed his PC muscles to stiffen the fearsome iron rod. His mind wandered onto Mackenzie again, envisioning her just standing still in front of him. Her clothes disappeared, bearing those unbelievable curves. Her face was homely, smiling at him with those brown eyes piercing his soul. Her breasts stood on her chest, large but not sagging down as though they were at attention. Sleek hips lead the way down those perfectly thick thighs, flat stomach sitting above a tear shaped mound between those very thighs. There was a slight amount of pink showing between the pursed lips, almost a beacon to guide his excited penis into their folds. His mind wandered over her body thoroughly, a smile playing across his face. Eyes closed tight, his hand moved faster and faster up the throbbing length of his black and pink love piston. He felt the building of an orgasm, and instead of stopping it like he normally did to extend it for hours on end, he just let it take its course. It seemed to work far more seamlessly this way, building up inside him like a soda can that's been shaken. It warmed his body, glazing over all of the aches and pains in his body and mind. His vision was tinted blue, and his eyes sprung open as he felt it reach the point of no return. His back arched, toes thrust forward with his fist still steadily moving up and down. His penis ended up aimed straight at his face from the changed posture, and Alex just waited as the thick white lava blasted up his cock, sending out tendrils of electricity all over him along the way. It breached his flared head, fist stopping to aim the spongy flesh rod at his now open mouth.

Alex didn't know what had hit him, he'd never felt the drive to cum upon his own face before, but it seemed the thing to do now. The first rope splattered from his forehead to his chin, clinging to his face and some spreading out over his tongue. He prepared another salvo, this one bigger than the first. His body twitched, cock convulsed, and this time he strained at his neck to catch most of the next shot in his mouth. Some, however, landed on his eyebrow, dripping down onto his cheek in a warm, erotic stream. Again he ejaculated, the white liquid painting his face and filling his trembling mouth. He felt it all over his face, dripping to his chest, and he didn't mind. Instead, Alex prepared himself for the last few blasts as his violent orgasm began to subside. The liquid began to lose its white color, thickening into a gel like substance. He caught it with his head all the same, the last shot plastering his already soaked features in the thick liquid plug intended to keep his seed within the womb of a mare. His body relaxed, eyes fluttering as he nearly passed out. He sucked in a breath through his nose, strands of semen tickling at the insides of Alex's nose. It smelled chemical and neutral, oozing with pheromones. His penis retreated, drawing a line of ejaculate down his lower body. Alex closed his mouth, rolling the slippery liquid over his tongue. It was both salty and sweet at the same time, thick like jello but more slippery. He let some go down his throat, stopping the flood and savoring the hot trickle down into his stomach. He swallowed the rest in a powerful gulp, yearning for more.

Licking at the edges of his mouth, Alex laid back and used his hand to try and scoop thepractically steaming fluid into his yearning mouth. Face still covered in a glistening sheet of the cum, he just let it be and rolled onto his side, drifting into a magical sleep. When he awoke, Alex felt the dried material all over his body and pillow. Shuffling to the shower, he stepped into the stream of water and scrubbed himself back to immaculate condition once again. Briskly rubbing all over his body with a towel, Alex glanced up to the clock. He had three minutes to get to work during rush hour. He'd overslept, and by a lot. He sped through his dressing and deodorant, skipped breakfast, and landed inside his Gran Torino within five minutes. "Shit! I'm going to be late, and miss my first appointment!" The horse yelled, slamming his steering wheel before tearing out onto the highway and zig zagging between trucks and cars like a bullet. The radio blew out the tune of "Black Betty," Alex's head on a swivel to notice any police cruisers or other cars. The minuted sicked by, and he eventually found himself stuck, bumper to bumper, in front of the city's main bridge leading almost straight to his office. His car's huge engine sputtered away beneath the hood, Alex's eyes bugging out from the building stress. An hour it took him, inching forward by millimeters at a time and stabbing other driver's in the back at every chance, to get to the office. He flew from the car, leaving flames where his feet had been, and wrenched at the door handle. It wouldn't open. He checked his watch, the little dial on the right reading 'SAT'. He overslept because it was the weekend and he never set his alarm clock. Unbelievable. Alex turned back to walk to the car, but there was a person in his way.

"I don't think I've ever seen somebody move that fast. You ever consider doing track?" The voice belonged to none other than Mackenzie. "So, you work at this office? This makes me stalking you that much easier!" Alex laughed, smiling and hugging her before speaking.

"Yeah. I thought I was late for work, but, as it turns out, it's the weekend. I'm off until Monday,"

"Very well done. I like a man that's organized," Mackenzie said, smiling and laughing.

"So, I'm pretty ravenous since I skipped breakfast to hurry myself through traffic. So, would you like to go grab some coffee with me?"

"Sure thing, Alex. I know just the place, we can walk from here. No need to take the testosterone mobile," Alex was more than happy to comply however, walking beside his sweetheart through the winding streets and alleyways. But, after a half hour, he began to lose his way.

"You're uh... sure you know the way?" He asked at last, having been forced to wait for a break in the conversation.

"Positive," She responded. "Believe me, this is THE place to go for a coffee," Alex shook his head, helping her down some stairs and onto a silent back street. And there it lay, a haven of heavenly neon against the early morning bleakness. She smiled, took his hand like so many times before, and lead him across the street and through the double glass doors.

"I'll take my coffee as black as my soul," Alex said, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.

"What he said, but with two creams and two sugars," Mackenzie said, crossing her arms as Alex paid and received the two piping hot Styrofoam cups. The two sat and drank slowly, wiling away the hours until well into the afternoon. Somehow, the conversation never dulled for an instant. Usually, Alex could hold a ten second conversation before getting shut down by the woman. But this one lived on and on, and seemed as though it had only been moments. Surely this was love, because if it weren't then Alex would never recognize such a great feeling since nothing could beat this euphoria. They ate lunch at a Longhorn Steakhouse out of town, staying there until darkness began to set into the sky. This day had disappeared in seconds, Alex sincerely stunned at the amount of time that the two had been hanging out

"Can I drive you home this time?" Alex asked as they walked out the door, placing his lab coat over her smooth shoulders.

"Can I stay at your house?" She asked, looking at him with those gargantuan eyes.

"Sure, but you're positive you're comfortable with staying with me? I've only got the one bed..."

"Alex, you're so innocent. I've wanted to go out with you for a long time now, you don't have to pretend you don't notice," She said, stopping walking and looking into Alex's curious face.

"For a long time?"

"Yes, Alex. We went to college together, and every time I tried to talk to you you just kept walking. It was like you didn't even hear me,"

"Um... I didn't hear you I don't think..." Alex confessed, looking puzzled.

"It doesn't matter, either way I want to be with you and I don't want you to walk away any more,"

"Looks like you can come right on over to my house," Alex said, smiling and opening the car door for her. "I'll just have to sleep on the couch," Mackenzie laughed at his joke, shaking her head and buckling up.

"Like I said, so innocent," She flirted, patting his broad shoulder when he sat down and buckled in.

"Put on your buckle, woman! No need for you to die. Or make me pay a fine," He joked.

"I was just getting to it, calm down Mr. Reckless," Her hands fumbled with the antique buckle, the series of metal clicks attracting Alex's vision. He put his hands over hers, snapping the two halves together and pulling the seat belt until it lay taught against her ample breasts. He turned the key, the gas pump whining faintly before the engine whirred into action. It was a rough idle at first, the engine cold. Letting it warm up for a minute, he pulled away from the curb and back towards his apartment. "Give it some Stig!" She goaded him, motioning to the empty highway ahead.

"You watch Top Gear?" He asked, flashing a quick glance at her before fixing his dark brown eyes onto the road. He shifted down a gear and stepped the pedal to the floor, already driving fifty miles per hour. The tires squealed, tachometer zipping up to the red line. He shifted down, the car bucking forward and then back as he sped up even more with a throaty roar.

"Who doesn't watch that show now. This car really has monster power!" She said, wind whipping her hair around as they flew down the asphalt. Alex smiled from ear to ear, slowing down and turning onto his exit. The engine made a sound as they slowed as if to say, 'Yeah, that's right. I'm here.' They slowed to a halt, turning left and weaving through a few blocks as the engine happily chuckled away. Parking carefully in front of Alex's apartment, he shut the engine and walked around to Mackenzie's door to open it for her. She smiled, thanked him, and stood on the sidewalk as he slammed it shut and jogged lightly up to her side. Placing a hand on her shoulder and walking to his stoop, he nearly fell over. He felt as though he might explode, heart hammering away faster than it had ever before in his life. His hands were vibrating, and he felt weak. The door squeaked open, and she walked into the dark house with Alex's eyes left to wander over those tight jeans and slick thighs. He reached for the light switch, Mackenzie's hand stopping him. She was facing him, shirt neck pulled down more than earlier, baring gratuitous cleavage of those lovely breasts. "Leave them off will you? Let's just get to your bed, we both want it," She said saucily, walking right up to him and gently running a finger over his broad nose, warm body pressed firmly against his.

"I-I-I-it-it's," Alex started, eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Don't worry, big guy. I felt your... girth... through your jeans. I wanted it then and I do now!" She said, the dirty talk strangely odd coming from her. She lay down on the bed, and slowly ran a hand up her thigh. He crawled onto the bed as well, onto her. His hands traced her outline, circling her breasts through the tight tank top. His lips met hers as he moved up farther along her body. Two hands wrapped themselves around his head, pulling him tenderly into the embrace. Mackenzie was faintly squirming beneath the horse, his idle hands stroking her shining brown hair. It was so soft that you would hardly know that you were even touching it were it not for the slightly cool feeling. He rolled off her, the beautifully curvaceous mare unbuttoning his flannel and removing the white tee shirt beneath. He slid his pants off, and turned his attention to the blue tank top. It rolled off her body, Mackenzie extending her arms above her head to get it onto the floor on the other side of the bed. Her black bra held onto her breasts for dear life, the velvety fabric springing off as Alex undid the clasps. She arched her back, stripping off her pants to reveal the sexy lingerie thong underneath. Her plump, brown lips bulged around either side of the thin strap slightly as if to invite Alex in. She pulled them off, and he was upon her again. She rolled him onto his back, straddling him and hugging his hips with those sexy knees. Her lips were glued to his, both horses moaning gently into it. They rolled again, and Alex recoiled his head to between her thighs. His erection was exposed to the air, but he was waiting for her go ahead. His nose pressed up against the moist, tear shaped vulva, sucking in every minute scent and detail. She writhed at the sensation, breaths choppy and shallow.

"I'm ready, 'Lex," She said, abbreviating his name. He pulled her onto him, her knees bent up near his muscular pecs. She grabbed a hold of his member as it drooled pre cum, and placed the head at her puffed out pussy entrance. She lowered herself onto him, throwing her head back and moaning while she kneaded her breasts and began to ride him. Their moans melded into one sound, separated only by the gentle clicking of her moist insides and his now slick cock. His fingers massaged her large clit, sending shivers up Mackenzie's spine. She released a small spritz of feminine juices onto his groin and bed, moaning a deep sound. She slowly rose off his penis to the beginning flared head, and let herself slowly down to meet his hips in a wet, warm hug. She leaned forward, licking the side of his face and staring into his eyes. He smiled, pushing his hips up against hers to help stimulate her winking clitoris. Her lips met his, and he felt her tongue enter his mouth. She had a dreamy taste, like crushed mint leaves and oranges. He reached out with his own tongue, and felt her vagina clenching and unclenching on his penis as they both neared the edge of no man's land. Her breasts were firm as they met his chest, spreading their warmth through to his heart.

"I'm gonna... uh... uh... uhhhhhh" Alex moaned, hands grabbing at the comforter that he lie on.

"Oh god, I'm-" She started, stopping her speech as her eyes shot wide open. Their hips hugged each other again, and Alex exploded. Her clit popped out in a bright pink flourish and she, too, burst forth in an earth shattering orgasm. He felt his balls rise up against him, and a flaming energy welled up through the length of his black and pink rod. He plastered her sensitive insides with a rope of cum, followed by another one, and another. She froze, breath caught in her lungs. He released the last, thick, barrage of his seed, the 'sealing cap' to keep his sperm from leaking out of that dreamy pussy. No sooner had Alex fallen into a puddle, weak, did she cum. Her fluids were less thick than his, and they gushed out from around his rod which was still planted inside her. His own cum came out along with it, and she passed out right on top of him in the fruits of their fervent lovemaking. He drifted off almost immediately, a stupid smile planted on his features.