She got up when I did, and we stepped into the living room and dressed
in silence. Once we were dressed, I gently took her by the shoulders
and sat her on the couch, then sat next to her.
“Well now,” I said, “that was a very nice beginning, don’t you think?”
She nodded, her face very thoughtful [...]
“You close?” she said, her eyes twinkling.
“Um, yeah. Pretty close.” I was damn close, in fact.
“Come in my mouth again.”
I was a little suprised at that, and my face must have shown it.
“I’m not on the pill,” she explained, then after a moment added, “and
yeah, I liked the feeling of your come in my throat.”
That did it. She was begging to drink my come. I could hold back no
further, and I pulled out and slid my groin up her chest, over her tits,
and let her take me deeply into her throat. In three hard sucks I was
coming, the feel of her firm tits against my ass accentuating the
experience. I must have come more the second time than the first,
because quite a bit leaked out the corners of her mouth.
After I pulled out, she scooped up the come from her cheeks and sucked
it off her fingers. Her espression was one of wild lust combined with
serene satisfaction. We laid on the bed together for at least an hour,
dozing in each other’s arms. Finally, I glanced at my watch and saw
that it was nearly 6:00. I had to get home.
She began to come, her orgasm reaching an intensity that was almost
scary. Her face and breasts went bright pink, her face grimaced, and
her hands gripped her knees so hard that the knuckles went white. I was
loving the feeling, but since I had just come I had no problem holding
back, maintaining myself on that delicious plateau a man reaches just
before his orgasm begins. As her orgasm peaked, she began to talk
again, breathy, in a high voice:
“Owwwwwwww, yeah, yeah, ummmmmmmmmmm, fuck it, fuck it, god, I love it,
ooooooooooo… do me, do me, god, your dick…”
Fianlly she subsided, her hips lowering back onto the mattress, her
hands relaxing and letting her knees slip away. She smiled the smile of
the satisfied and wrapped her legs around my back, linking her ankles.
I laughed a little, which made her look at my face. Stuart Dawes had
been an aquaintance of mine in junior high, though I guess he had moved
away since I had not seen him in high school. He had claimed to have
fucked Ann Macafee after the CIF basketball finals, but no one had
believed him.
Thanks for priming her, Stuart, I thought, and began to fuck her in
earnest.
All protest from her ended as her pussy spread itself wide for me. She
was holding onto her knees, spreading them as far as she could, and in
ten smooth strokes I was buried in her cunt up to my balls. This was
te best fuck of my life – she was so tight, so smooth, the internal
contours of her pussy forming a perfect sheath for my hard dick, and we
pumped like a german machine.
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