Slippery Bits

M and I had played with each other several times during the previous day, fingering, licking, sucking at intervals through the afternoon, but for some reason we never “sealed the deal”. Then Saturday morning had been busy with various chores and obligations. By the time we climbed into bed Saturday afternoon for a nap, sleeping was definitely not the first thing on our minds. 🙂 We tossed and turned for a bit, snuggling briefly in one position, then another, then another.

We finally settled with M on her back and me curled beside her. I started lightly brushing my fingers along the lips of her pussy, idly stroking and teasing, tracing the folds and turns of her lips, running my finger tip into the furrows. M opened her legs wider, giving me access. I grew more specific in my stroking, parting her lips and making sure to brush across her clit lightly. She started squirming, and I decided to give her something to struggle against.

She had one arm pinned already, where it rested under my head. I reached my arm out under her shoulders and grabbed hold of her other wrist, capturing it. My legs wrapped around her nearest leg, locking it tight in my grasp. She had one leg free to thrash and flail about with, but otherwise I had her well subdued. I started playing with her pussy in earnest now, tugging at her lips, then spreading them wide. She was wet already, in anticipation, and I used the oozing honey to moisten her lips, hood and clit, making her slippery. My fingers slid freely between her labia and against her clit, and she bit her lower lip as her hips started bucking side to side, pulling against my leg-lock. I focused on her clit and brought her to a fast orgasm, panting breathless and then crying out loud. I gave her no reprieve and continued stroking her over-stimulated clit, just for the pleasure of feeling her struggle against me. And she did, her arms straining, muscles taut, hips bucking and pulling, trying to get free while I wrenched another orgasm from her drooling pussy. She cried loudly when she came, sweat breaking on her brow.

I gave her the briefest moment to rest, released her limbs and ordered her “climb onto my chest.” M gave her head a tiny shake to clear her senses, and then sat up and rolled to her knees. I laid flat on my back, centered on the bed and she crawled up the bed and swung a thigh across my neck and settled back on my chest. I wrapped both arms around her thighs and held tight while I brought my tongue to her honeyed pussy. I pulled her lips into my mouth and tugged on them and then pulled my head back until the pulled free. I lapped with my tongue, starting at the bottom of her cunt tasting her flow, then moving upwards to spread her lips with my tongue, then further until I wish flicking at her clit with a stedy pace until she was pounding on the wall with her palm and squeezing my ears with her thighs. I paused for a bit, blowing cool air on her pussy, until her breathing slowed and she settled into place again. I licked high on her clit hood, giving her tender clit head a little break. It takes a little longer, licking that high, but it works just the same, and before long M is moaning again and I have to tighten my grip on her thighs to hang on as she thrashes.

She pulls away from me and pants, “I can’t take any more licking. No more. I want to be fucked now, give me your cock!”

She crawled backwards from my chest down to my hips, and started rubbing her soaked pussy against my cock. She bobbed down, taking just the head of my cock into her pussy when i stopped her. “I want you to face the other direction. Turn around.” She lifted off my hips and backed up further, and sucked my cock head into her mouth, tasting her own pussy. She looked up and gave me a grin before spinning around to face my feet. “Pull your legs together”, she told me, and then backed up until her pussy was brushing my cock. She reached between her legs and aimed my cock, then pushed back and took it inside her.

With my legs together and her hands braced against my knees, I couldn’t do much but watch her ass bob up and down on my cock. I grabbed her hips with my hands and helped slam her down on me faster or harder, but mostly I was overwhelmed by her servicing me, having her way with me. She rode my cock like a teenaged equestrian learning how to “ride trot”. Her thighs flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed as she rode up and down the shaft of my cock. The overwhelming stimulation, the smell of our sweat and musk, the sight of her cunt grabbing at my cock, all over came me at once, and I grabbed her hips and pulled down hard where I could pulse my cum inside her. She sat still, feeling the surges of my prick, breathing heavily until my cock deflated and pulled free of her clutches.

M rolled off me, and laid on her side next to me. I pulled her tight and kissed her neck, and she purred and snuggled back closer to me. We both drifted to sleep in seconds, tired, sticky and content.

Profoundly grateful to be home again, and thrilled to have some time with M. We were naked on the bed, cuddling under a thin blanket. We snuggled and rubbed back and forth for a bit before I decided we needed a little assistance. M rolled onto her back and I opened a bottle of oil. Holding the bottle over here, I dribbled a few drops on her chest, then slowly moved down, drizzling onto her belly, and each thigh. I used my palm to spread the oil, working it into her skin. The oil was thick and smelled of oranges and vanilla, like a dreamsicle of my youth. Her skin was thirsty for the moisture, and I spread even more oil across her chest, massaging it into the underside of her breasts and taking the opportunity to roll her nipples between my fingers, making them stand at attention. “Roll onto your side, facing the wall”, I instructed her. She complied, and I dripped oil along the crest of her hips and across her thighs. Setting the bottle down, I pressed close to her, nestling my cock between her cheeks and sliding back and forth.

“I’ll be right back”, M said, and trotted off to the bathroom. I rolled onto my back and settled myself under the blanket, “pitching a tent”. M came back into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. She lifted the blanket and slithered in from the bottom, slowly traveling up the length of my body. She ducked her head and slid it between my thighs. My scrotum was bathed in her silky hair, and she nudged side to side, washing my cock and balls in her tresses. After several seconds of delightful teasing, she lifted up and moved forward enough that she could give my prick a long, lingering lick from root to crown. She continued her crawl, bringing her arms and shoulder past my hips. My cock jutted between her breasts, and I reached down to press them together so they trapped my cock. I slid my hips up and down, my cock moving easily between the oily slipperiness of her full breasts. She kissed my abdomen as I rutted against her, and then continued crawling forward until she was straddling my hips and our groins were pushed together.

“Are you going to fuck me?”, she asked? I so definitely was, but I wanted to tease her and draw things out for just a little, and so I lapsed into one of our common role playing scenarios. “I don’t think I should. What about your boyfriend? Does he even know you were coming over here? When you came to sun on my deck, did you also tell him you’d be grinding against my dick?”

I ground my cock against her moist lips, teasing her, rubbing roughly against her lips and clit. M whimpered with impatience, and struggled to catch my fat cock head between her lips. “What? Don’t remind me about him.He doesn’t know I came over here at all. He doesn’t need to know. Just fuck me, please, don’t make me beg!”

I teased her mercilessly, pulling my hips back each time she was getting close to impaling herself on my cock, then pushing forward to grind against her again. “If I’m going to help you cheat on your boyfriend, there better be something in it for me.” She looked at me with hungry, pleading eyes and asked, “What? What could you want? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I want you to be at my beck and call. I could use a new fuck toy for the summer. Will you be my little play cunt? I’ll call you whenever I want, and you’ll drop whatever you’re doing, leave your boyfriend wondering, and you’ll come over and drain my balls for me. And after I’ve used your body for a while, you can go back to him with the taste of my cum in your mouth.”

She cried and humped against me with frustration. “He’ll find out! I couldn’t possibly… this has to be a one time thing! Please, just fuck me, and I promise …”

I could smell her wet twat by now, the musk mingling with the orange from her body oil, and the mixture of it all was making me madly horny. “As eager as you are right now, you think you can resist coming back for seconds? If your boyfriend is so important to you, why don’t you run to him? Can’t he give you a good hard fucking? Does he not stuff his cock into you the way you need?”

She panted and rutted, eager and shameless now. “Just forget him. I can’t think about him now. Please, fill me with your cock. Split me open, please, I’ll do anything you want!”

“Anything? You’ll be my little summer slut? You’ll let me use you however I like, whenever I like? You’re gonna give up that little ass to me?” I nudged my cock head towards her lips and ran it back and forth, spreading her fluids and teasing her mercilessly.

“Yes, anything, whatever you want. Use me, fuck me, take advantage of me! Just please, put it in! I need your cock so badly…” In one move, I pushed forward and she gasped aloud. “Oooh, you’re going to split me wide open!” I pushed harder, trying to get as deep as possible, hoping I would leave her just sore enough that she remembered it all afternoon. She bucked against me, wild and out of control. I held her hips with both hands, pinning her down on my cock and thrust from below, reaming in and out of her. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, and she glistened with sweat and oil, slippery and warm. I thrust mindlessly, already seeing flashes of white as her hungry cunt squeezed my cock, milking my, pulling against me. M cried out in orgasm, her abdominal muscles convulsing. She locked tight against me, trying to hold the moment, and I pushed on insistently, giving her no rest, driving into her until her eyes opened wild and a little scared. I pushed and pushed, driving her into another orgasm, and when she cried again, I exploded into her, my head swimming and my chest heaving for air. She fell onto me and I wrapped my arms around her shoulder an hugged her tightly as I pulsed wetly inside her clasping cunt. I smiled softly and whispered, “Excellent, so I have a new fuck toy for the summer. She smiled contently and gave me a little extra squeeze.

As I was teasing her this morning, she asked for help stretching her hips. I sat up between her thighs and stretched one leg high and leaned into it, pressing my cock along her splayed lips. She groaned low, whether in response to the stretch or the pressure against her cunt, I did not know. I leaned further, opening her hamstrings and gently sliding my hips back and forth against hers. She screwed her eyes tight and I continued to push and grind. When I saw her brow furrow, I pulled back and eased her leg to the bed, and then slowly raised her other leg and moved in closely to resume grinding against her. She moaned again, and then purred, “I want your cock inside me! You’re not just going to tease me, right?” I smiled down at her. “Me? I’m just helping you stretch your hips.” I leaned farther into the stretch, and rubbed against her a little more actively, seeing which one made her break first. She started breathing very slow and deep, trying to will her muscles to let go, and shifted her hips to get just a little more friction from me.

I guided her second leg to the mattress as well, and then leaned on both arms over her, continuing to rut against her wet pussy. “Do you feel all stretched out?” She pouted at me, “Not stretched like I want to be!” I pressed hard against her clit and ground back and forth, ducking my head to give quick sucks and pulls on her nipple at the same time. She rolled her hips back and forth, trying to nudge the head of my cock between her lips, and I kept pulling back and pressing forward, playing cat and mouse with her.

When the not-so-dry humping had both of us worked up, I finally let her win, and drove my cock into her, bullying past the folds of her lips and pushing roughly inside. She groaned and wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into the small of my back, urging me forward. I was so wired from all the rubbing, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I swayed my hips left and right, settling deep into her pussy, and then started shafting her aggressively, pushing to get us both off as fast as possible. I felt her freeze and shudder against me, pulling my shoulders down towards her. Feeling her clutch and clasp, I let myself go and came inside her, one of those deep, satisfying orgasms that feel like they drain you completely.

M arose around the usual time and asked to be attended to by her favorite pubic barber. My results aren’t as thorough or as bare as a waxer produces. But I’m not striving for aesthetics; I just want the hair out of the way so I can more easily play with the tender pink flesh. For instance…

After the trimming, M took her morning shower, rinsing away any stray hair clippings in the process. Afterwards, she came upstairs for an inspection. She sat in a hard wooden chair, slouched back with her thighs spread wide. I knelt on the floor in front of her and slowly brought my face to her pussy. I toyed with her outer lips, giving long, leisurely laps up each side, waggling my tongue side to side to probe each fold. Then I pointed my tongue and dragged up the very center, parting her lips and opening the furrow. I painted the upper part of her pussy with my tongue, spreading the welling moisture and gently nudging her clit hood. My strokes grew slightly more insistent, and she opened even further, luring me in.

I sucked at her wet cunt, inhaling a bit of flesh between my lips, then sucking at it, lightly scraping with my teeth and lashing with my tongue. As her lips swelled with arousal, I sucked them one at a time into my mouth and tugged and pulled. M gave a little grunt of impatience, ready for the teasing to end, ready for me to deliver the goods. A nice thing about being with a partner for a long time is knowing just what buttons to push and when. I started a fast, hard licking from bottom to top, scraping right over her clit hood and brushing her emerging clit. her breath caught in her throat as I maintained that pace until the long steady groan started. As her cry grew in urgency, I could feel her thigh muscles tighten and strain, and all at once I was overwhelmed with the dark, rich scent of her pussy. I lapped and lapped until she cried sharply. As she was cumming, I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed it tightly, drawing out her shudders. As soon as her thighs went slack, I released her clit and plunged my tongue as deeply as I could into her waiting hole, tasting that rich heady flow, then pulling back and sucking her lips again, trying to gather every drop.

M opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Come downstairs with me?” I didn’t need to be convinced. We trotted to the bedroom and I shed my clothes to match her naked state. She pushed me onto my back and said “I really need to suck you.” She got on all fours at my hip and her tight lips engulfed my cock in a rush. As my head started spinning, I reached out a hand and started petting her pussy, slippery wet now. As I stroked and fondled her drooling cunt, I encouraged her. “Oh, that’s it, nice! You’re a fast and enthusiastic cock sucker, aren’t you?” her head continued to bob up and down, which I was willing to take as a nod of assent. “Ooooh, that’s so nice.” I fingered her clit more intently, partly trying to reward and encourage her, but also playing a game to see if I could get her off enough that she lost focus on sucking me. I’ve had a lot of practice at this game, and she likes letting me win. After several seconds, she pulled her head off my cock with a wet sucking noise and cried out as I teased another orgasm out of her warm wet twat.

“Are you ready to be fucked now? How do you want it?” I asked. “I want you on top,” she said, “missionary. I want to save fucking from behind for when we’re in some changing room or somewhere out in public.” My cock throbbed just a little harder at the mere thought of it, and I scrambled to accommodate her. She laid on her back, legs thrown wide apart. I moved into position and instructed her, “Grab it and guide it in.” She nudged my fat head just barely between her lips and I pressed home. She cried out, “So much! Oh gaud…” and I pushed in roughly. I like battering my way into her pussy. I’m careful not to be too rough, and if it leaves her mildly sore later in the day, I know she’ll smile every time she thinks about it. I pinned her legs and pushed in and out, wiggling a little deeper with each thrust. Her eyes opened wider as I sank in and started fucking hard and deeper. My hips rocked back and forth, hard enough that M held her breasts to keep them from shaking too much. I paused and pulled back from her wet cunt slightly. “Reach down and spread your lips wide for me.” “Are you not deep enough already? I can taste you in my throat,” she grinned as she complied. “It’s not for the depth,” I said, and settled close to her again, so that my public bone rode against her clit as I started rocking back and forth. Her eyes rolled back and she started moaning anew, and before I knew it she was crashing into another rolling orgasm, her hips bucking and thrashing under me. I pulled back and let her catch her breath. With my cock still in her, I sat back on my heels and started brushing her clit with my thumb. her hips convulsed in response, nearly pulling free of my cock. I leaned forward more and gave her short, stabbing thrusts while I continued to stroke her clit, wrenching another set of ragged cries from her. Watching her convulse and cry finally pushed me over the edge, and I could feel the warm tingle start at the base of my scrotum, tighten my balls, and surge forth as I drove deep one last time, exploding hot and wet inside her. M’s cunt grabbed and pulled, milking me and holding me tight as I throbbed in release. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me tight, unwilling to let me go until my cock finally dwindled and slid free, leaving a snail trail behind it.

She arrived late at night, just a little before midnight. I was already asleep in bed when I heard her footsteps upstairs, and then suddenly she was sliding into bed next to me, undressed and warm. “Lie on your back” she told me, and I did. She fit herself against me, one leg thrown over my thighs, an arm draped across my chest. She kissed and nuzzled at my shoulder, and I put my arm against her back and pulled her in even closer. She pushed and pressed for several minutes, enjoying the position, but hungry for more touch, more contact. She clambered over me until she was straddling my hips, and then laid full upon me, her breasts pushed into my chest, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her face nuzzled into my neck. I kissed against her exposed neck, wet and hard kisses, and she purred in response, and ground her chest from side to side, dragging her nipples against the texture of my chest hair.

“Bring your pretty pussy to me” I growled. She smiled in the dark and sat upright and scooted along my torso, bringing her pussy to my face. I was surprised by how furry she had become; it had been so long since she had been able to make a waxing appointment. The tight little curls flooded my nose with her odor, the raw musk of her cunt, and I started licking desperately, parting the mossy pubes to find her lips within. I found her wet slit and started lapping hungrily. Her thighs tightened against my head and I heard her hands hit against the wall at the head of the bed. I was dizzy with sleep and lust, and had no finesse in me. I lapped greedily, plowing the furrow between her lips and then waggling my tongue against her clit, over and over until I heard her cry out and hammer the wall with her fists as an orgasm surged through her. I couldn’t quite suck at her clit like I usually do, so I settled for licking even more feverishly, relentlessly prolonging her orgasm, or driving her into another one, who could tell.

When she couldn’t take more, she pushed back down my torso, leaving a dewy trail down my chest as she went. She placed one foot beside my thigh to raise her hips slightly and reached between her legs to aim my cock. I pushed up and in and she took my cock with a welcoming sigh. I rolled on my hips slightly to better reach her, and then started thrusting wildly, holding her thighs open and struggling to get deeper with each stroke. My cock surged, thick and heavy, and I felt her thighs tremble and quiver under my palm as I thrust over and over. Suddenly I had all the energy in the world, and as she came loudly and wet, I continued pounding, shafting her just as hard, as thoroughly, while she was shaking and crying in release. Listening to her cry just made me harder and more determined, and I reamed her rudely while she twitched and spasmed on my cock, giving her no time to relax or recover. finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I thrust up and grabbed her hips and pulled down, settling as deeply as I could before shooting into her squeezing, grasping cunt. We laid still, feeling every waning pulse and throb, and the stillness was punctuated by our ragged panting.

It has been a tough past few weeks. There have been some extreme time and attention demands on all of us, and when there has been time for affection and sex, it has been decidedly less playful and more… I don’t know how to put it. More like an extended hug instead of joyful frolicking. I’ve been trying to work up enthusiasm for writing about the sex of this past weekend, and I just don’t have it in me. Sorry.

Maybe things will brighten in the not too distant future and I’ll have more salacious things to post. But for now, it will have to be enough to simply keep count.

Various family and friend crises continue to dominate our schedule right now, so all we have time for are stolen moments here and there. And so in the middle of the day, I was curled up in bed with M, trying to lull her into falling asleep. M had on a sleeping mask and we were cuddled under a blanket, bare skim pressed against each other for the first time in days. My arms were wrapped under her shoulders, cradling her chest, and before I realized it, I was gently, idly stroking her nipples. M purred and pressed back against me further, and I moved my head closer to kiss and nibble at her neck. Her hips rolled against my groin, letting me know she was eager for further attention, but I decided to draw it out a bit. I continued to roll and squeeze her nipples, teasing them until they were stiff enough to make her ache and moan aloud. I continued teasing her, stroking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she gave a frustrated growl, grabbed one of my hands and tugged it down to her groin.

I pulled back and rolled M onto her back, spreading her legs slightly. She was still wearing the sleeping mask, and I wondered what visions were unfolding in front of her imagination while I toyed with her body. I laid on my side and gently traced the folds of her pussy, spreading them open to find a trickle of moisture within. My fingertips dipped into the well and then painted her lips, spreading the wetness and making her moan with satisfaction when I brushed her clit hood. She opened her legs a little wider, and I continued stroking her while I ducked my head to suckle at her nipple. She cried louder and I moved my finger’s attention to the outside of her clit hood, rolling the stiffening pea inside the folds. She responded with a slow hissing “Yeeesssss…” as she shook from her first orgasm.

I gave her the briefest pause, and then stroked again, fast and furious until she peaked into another quick climax. I sat up and moved towards the foot of the bed, and then slithered forward until I was lying between her legs. M smiled and moved her thighs over my shoulders, inviting my mouth to settle on the wet musk of her pussy. I started with slow lazy laps up the cent of her cunt, spreading her lips wide and tasting her nectar. M grunted every time an upward swathe of my tongue brushed over her clit. My arms wrapped around her thighs and my hands clamped down on her hips, pinning her so she couldn’t control where I licked. I continued my slow torturous laps and M’s hips squirmed for more specific, more targeted attention. I dragged it out, waiting until she was whimpering for release before I pinched her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue at high speed. Her hips bucked roughly and she cried out loud as I made her explode in climax. As she came, I dipped my tongue as deeply into her as I could reach, feeling just the outer edge of her clasping cunt walls, tasting the musky flow from deep inside, and then returning to lash and lap at her clit again, stealing another orgasm from her before she had barely recovered from the last one.

She finally put her hands on my shoulders and pressed, “No more, I can’t take it… fuck me, please… please can I have your cock…” I climbed forward until I was settled between her thighs, and then leaned forward until my cock was laid in the trough of her wet cunt. I slid back and forth, rubbing between her lips and roughly prodding her clit with my cock head while M whimpered and twisted. After several teasing strokes, she reached her hand down and pressed on my cock head to drive it inside her waiting pussy. I sank deep with a wet, nasty sound, and then slowly pulled back and sank back down, waiting for her to stretch and unfold to take every bit of my cock. When I had reamed her open, I started a faster pace, rocking and pounding into her. M’s sleeping mask was knocked askew, but still mostly covered her eyes. I took advantage of her blinded state to reach forward and bite her lips and her nipples, catching her unaware and making her gasp. I leaned back to concentrate on driving into her, battering at her twat with my fat cock head. I pushed hard and fast, until she reached her hands around my back and pulled me close, scratching and clawing at me. I shifted one arm under her leg, hiking her hip up and opening her cunt obscenely. Slipping that tiny bit deeper, I pushed and pushed, matching her cries and fast panting, trying to get deeper and deeper, rocking with her cries and shouts, until everything flashed white and I exploded deep inside her cunt. She pulsed and squeezed against me, as if milking every drop, shuddering and clutching me ever closer to her. As my cock dwindled, I rocked back and forth, giving a half-hearted stroke to her over-stimulated pussy, until I finally pulled free. I moved from between her legs and pulled the blanket fully over her, covering her from shoulder to foot, She rolled onto her side, now physically exhausted and sufficiently sated to sleep, I hoped.

I had her up on the massage table, stretching out some soreness in her hips and teasing her more than a little. Oh, all of the massage strokes were serious and legitimate, but I also lingered a little too long on her inner thighs, and reached higher than would have been appropriate with most people. I also pushed her harder than I would most people, riding that razor edge of “hurts so good”. I enjoy pushing her limits too much, even in this way. There’s something seductive about making her submit to my will, forcing her to surrender her body to my hands.

Towards the end of the massage, I had her lying on her side, one leg hanging off the table, stretching her hip and low back. Her rear was right at the edge of the table and I had my hips pressed against her ass, keeping her from rolling off the table. As she leaned into the stretch, my palms pressed into the thigh on the table, stretching her adductors and teasing dangerously high towards her groin. She moaned, whether from the stretch or from my hands, and her ass pressed tighter against my groin.

I decided it was time to up the stakes a bit. “You can slide more towards the center of the table now,” I instructed her. Roll over onto your hands and knees, keeping your knees well parted.” She moved to obey, and I continued. “Now push back so your arms are stretched out in front of you and your rear comes down between your heels.” She stretched back into the yoga position called “child’s pose”, and I eased my hands under the sheet to guide her. One hand pressed down on the small of her back and sacrum, encouraging her to lean into the stretch. The other hand slid under her protruding rear, between her parted legs, and stroked along her tight inner thighs. I really was stretching her muscles, but my forearm and the edge of my hand glided along the edge of her crotch as I stroked along her thigh, and I could already feel her wet arousal drooling from her pussy. “That’s it, leeeean into it,” I encouraged her, as I continued stroking her thigh. She moaned, half out of frustration, and tried to push back further, trying to plant her split wet pussy against my arm, my hand, against anything that would give her release.

I walked to the other side of the table and worked on her other thigh, continuing to tease her, listening to her breath grow ragged when my hand strayed too close to her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her groin, and I knew she was ripe for the picking. As I drew my palm down her thigh one more time, I murmured “I think I know where you’re holding some of that tension. and eased my thumb right into her tight little pussy. She gasped and pressed back even further. “Ooohhh, fuck, yes!” she snarled, and I stroked in and out of her with my thumb, rubbing her raw. She cried and her hips twisted as I reamed her from behind. Her face was turned to the side, pressed into the massage table, her eyes screwed tightly closed and her lips parted slightly. While continuing to finger fuck her from behind, I pushed my shorts down with one hand and guided my cock to her waiting lips. Her eyes opened slightly, and then she opened wide and pulled my cock into her mouth. She had no leverage to move, but I gently fucked her willing mouth while my thumb alternated rubbing her clit and her g-spot. Her thighs were wet and the room echoed with her cries as orgasm after orgasm was wrenched from her cunt.

I pulled my cock from her lips and ordered her, “Roll onto your back.” She complied and I started fingering her with my longer middle finger, sliding along her slick folds and rolling across her raw clit, then plunging inside her again and finger fucking her until she came, whereupon I would repeat the pattern. With her hands free now, she used one to pinch her own nipple and the other grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth again. She sucked with enthusiasm, only losing her pace and clamping down on me when I was able to force another orgasm upon her. Her knees were splayed open and I pulled my fingers from her clasping cunt to spank her clit and lips a couple of times before rubbing her clit furiously, watching her abdomen spasm as she came yet again.

I pulled free and moved to the foot of the table. “Slide down here,” I said, and she did, until I could grab her thighs and pull her further, hanging her ass just off the side of the table. Supporting her thighs with my arms, I leaned forward and speared her with my cock. Her cunt was so wet I slid deep with no assistance, and started pistoning in and out of her. She tossed her head from side to side crying out while I fucked her swollen cunt. The table was high enough that I was standing up on my toes, my hips shoving back and forth, trying to get as deep into her as I could without just climbing on the table with her. M’s hands pressed and mauled her breasts roughly, twisting her own nipples while I fucked her over the edge into another screaming orgasm. Hearing her let go, watching her writhe with my cock embedded within her, drove me nearly made. I rocked back and forth as fast as I could, and pulled her ass off the table a little more until my balls constricted and I pressed deep within her filling her with a hot plash of semen. She cried out as I came and her pussy twitched and clutched at my cock as it pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I pulled back and her legs hung limp off the side of the table. That seemed to relax her; maybe she needs a massage like this more often.