Sunday, December 29, 2024

Why Should I Help Her? Part 2

 Is anyone keeping track of the favors owed?

Based on a post by Millsy, in 2 parts. Listen to the  Podcast at Connected.



 

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as she sucked harder, her tongue lapping at the underside of my thrusting cock inside her mouth, her teeth raking at the firm, taut flesh near the swinging balls that slapped against her chin with each inward lunge.

More drool spilled out of her mouth, falling from her chin and splashing onto the floor. My cock was spasming inside her mouth, my balls were contracting, almost pulsing as I struggled to stop the dam from bursting.

Normally, when I know there's a chance – however remote – of getting my leg over, I prepare myself for just such an opportunity. Usually that means popping one of the little blue helpers that turn you from a red faced premature ejaculator if you haven't been laid for a while, to a virtual demigod between the sheets. I think it must be an age thing. Under forty; you'll probably be fine. But over forty, like I was; you might find that a little insurance sometimes pays dividends when it comes to getting invited back for a return bout of energetic sheet rumpling.

The preparation is a two-stage process. The night before the big date you have to carefully 'edge' using your favorite method of arousal – usually internet chat where I'm concerned. Edging, incidentally, is where you repeatedly take yourself to the brink of ejaculation and then back off which makes it much more intense when you do eventually need the Kleenex.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking – that you'll most likely end up jerking off with some fat, nineteen stone hairy and sweat-stinking trucker from Wisconsin; pretending his name is Britney or Paula or something equally androgynous.

You probably are, as most such chat site users are male. But the trick is to put this out of your mind, immerse yourself in the roleplay, and quickly disconnect after you've come before the transgendered asshole who has just made a passable attempt at femininity laughs at you; and tells you his name is actually Brian or Paul; and you've just been cyber-raped.

This means that your excess of stored semen has been flushed, and your body is not so easily aroused next time around. The result of which is that you'll probably be able to last a while longer when you're in the company of a member of the opposite sex. The downside is that the sudden shock of ejaculation can leave you feeling drained and fatigued for a day or two, depending on your age; which means there's the potential for the horrors of going flaccid while on the job the next night.

When you get to my age, which is 44 incidentally; and you still have a normal build, all your hair, and youthful features, your date might not be expecting it, and get mightily pissed off with you going all soft on her.

Enter Viagra.

I absolutely love the stuff. Forget first night performance anxiety. Forget the worries of blowing your load before your date is ready for it. Forget any sexual hang-ups you might have. After popping a bluey, wait an hour and then just throw yourself into the act. Don't worry about it not working, as worrying about it not working usually leads to it not working anyway, and just make sure you give the girl a damn good time. It's not unusual for me to able to keep it rock hard and banging away for over an hour with proper preparation, and while £7 a night (buy from a reputable supplier, folks!, cut a 100mg tab in half so you get 8 hits for £60) might sound expensive for a date, when you think about it it's an absolute fucking bargain. No pun intended. And even if you do finish too soon, you're ready to go again in next to no time. The trouble is, Viagra has specific requirements that you have to factor into your preparation.

First there's the wait of at least thirty minutes, perhaps longer, before the stuff kicks in, and then there's the relatively short duration that the stuff is active for. On the tin it says you can get 4-5 hours of fun on one tab, so you have to time your ingestion accordingly. If you're going out on a date at seven in the evening, and you're not expecting to get back to her place until near midnight, or even later if you're heading to a club, then you're cutting it fine. Make a visit to the loo about an hour before you expect to be heading home and then pop the pill. An additional benefit of this approach is that if the date is turning into a disaster then you can save the tab for the next time and leave it in your pocket.

Secondly, if you set aside the risk of sudden instantaneous death that the leaflet inside the box tells you might be a 'side-effect', there's the rather irritating fact that Viagra does not seem to work on a full stomach, or if you've been eating fatty foods. The reason for that is that the vitamin V sits on the food in your stomach, or floats on the greasy deposits, and does not get absorbed into the lining of your stomach and from there into your bloodstream. Another negative is that consuming alcohol inhibits its effects. So if your date is a dinner, or drinks, or both, then Viagra's not a great deal of use to you. If I'd had any inking that Jo would be slobbering all over my balls tonight then I wouldn't have taken Viagra anyway and instead gone for something a little more versatile.

That's where Cialis comes in. Cialis is a step up from Viagra in that Cialis lets you eat and drink (in moderation of course) and still get a raging hard on afterwards. Your erection is not quite as powerful as a Viagra enhanced one, so you don't tend to be able to hammer the nail home for quite so long before ejaculating, but it’s good enough to make your performance between the sheets significantly better than if you just trusted in nature. And it lasts for a day and a half which is great for weekends, so your second ride is even better than the first, your third time in the saddle is even better than the second, and so on until your heart eventually explodes from the non-stop strain and you die with a great big smile on your face when your final ejaculation detonates your brain and your aorta simultaneously. While sudden instantaneous death isn't a side effect stated on the leaflet inside a box of Cialis, don't let that omission fool you as it’s easy to get carried away when you're in God mode between the sheets.

Levitra I haven't yet tried but fully intend to because it is reportedly less susceptible to stomach content and alcohol intake and also lasts for around 24 hours. Again the erection quality isn't quite up there in comparison with Viagra, so I have read, but I reckon it should be good enough to do the job for me as I take it for performance enhancement rather than for rigidity restoration, if you get my drift.

However, my problem today was that I had been completely unprepared for the mind blowing blowjob that Joanne was giving me. I had assumed since the day I had taken her and her sister to the hospital that she was not in the least bit interested in me physically. Maybe she wasn't and this was just a particularly unusual but certainly welcome method of repayment and I was merely worrying myself over nothing because she wouldn't be expecting me to shag her arse off afterwards anyway. This was just a blow and go. She feeds me dinner, I feed her a protein shake, then get shown the door. I win regardless. Twice, in fact.

As such I found that I couldn't hold myself back once the familiar sensations started to build in my loins. I tried doing what Frankie says and relaxing, but that didn't stem the tide at all. I tried clenching my PC muscle, but that just seemed to make things worse. In the end I just threw back my head, gritted my teeth, felt my toes curl up as the cum pump kicked in and let the tide sweep me away.

Joanne intensified her cock sucking, her cheeks hollowing with the power of the suction that she was torturing me with.

She tightened her fist around the thick root of my twitching prick and urgently began to stroke my thick, veiny shaft firmly, quickly tugging at the tautly wrapped skin in synchronization with the suction of her lips and the frenzied thrusts of my hips.

"Oh shit!" I gasped, figuring that it was only fair that I give her advanced warning of what I was about to do so that she could act accordingly depending on her personal preferences. "I'm gonna cum!"

My cock stiffened even further in her mouth, the grip of my fingers in her hair undoubtedly painful, then I cried out as the first spurt of jizz exploded out of the tip of my knob and splattered against the roof of her mouth. She stopped sucking and just held me there inside her mouth, her right hand frantically jacking off my cock to get every last drop of cum out of my rapidly draining balls.

Thick ropes of greasy semen sprayed everywhere inside her mouth, each shot heralded with another guttural cry of ecstasy as it seared its way up my shaft before it fountained into the dark, damp, welcoming cavern of her mouth where she swallowed it all down without making any noise at all.

I felt like I had ejaculated a river into Jo's suckling mouth.

I slumped back in the chair as she separated her mouth from my cock with a final tender kiss, my eyes partially unfocussed as she emerged from under the table, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Jesus Christ, Jo." I stammered. "That was unexpected."

"But good?"

"Holy shit yes. Unbelievable." I said as she stood beside me and settled herself sideways down on my lap, her arms snaking around my neck. My arms slid around her back, fingers finding the seam where the zipper ran down her spine. I ran my fingers up to the top. "That was so good I think I'm going to have to thank you in the same kind of way." I breathed as I began to unzip her dress.

"Oh goody, that's my favorite thing." She smiled, her eyes sparkling as our gazes locked.

"You said that was your sister's idea?" I asked, puzzled.

Jo started giggling manically. "When we were in the car driving to the hospital the day after my car broke down, she whispered to me that if I didn't give you a blowjob as a thank you then she would. I saw you glance in the mirror then and thought you'd heard her."

"No." I said, shaking my head wryly. "I didn't hear a thing." Boy, did I grasp the wrong end of the stick that day. A sudden pang of regret for a wasted fortnight of non-stop fucking and sucking hit me hard.

"Bedroom or sofa?" I eventually asked, not wanting to waste any more precious going down time.

"Up to you." She shrugged as the zip stopped at her waist and my fingers glided up her bare back to worry the catch of her bra.

"I'm wondering if I should just carry on eating at the table." I grinned up at her.

She glanced behind her, an eyebrow raised. "That'll be different." She laughed. "And it's so uncivilized eating on the sofa, anyway."

"Breakfast in bed sounds good, though."

"Don't push your luck, mister." Joanne laughed. "We've both got work tomorrow."

"I was thinking more along the lines of having you for breakfast. I tend to have a very firm sausage when I wake up."

"I look forward to tasting it." She quipped back. God, she was turning me on so much just talking that I could feel myself getting hard already, and that's without the aid of a comprehensive insurance policy provided by vitamin-v. The thought of burying my face between her thighs was also helping to restore my rigidity. Eating cunt always does that to me. I don't know if it's the taste, the smell, the liquid feel or merely the thought of swirling my tongue inside a hot, wet cunt that turns me on so much. What I do know is that if I were a woman I'd be one very, very giving lesbian.

I picked her up and carefully lowered her down onto the table on her back. It felt sturdy enough – no creaking or swaying as I settled her down upon it. She looked absolutely stunning lying on her back in that black dress, legs parted and hanging off the edge of the table to either side of me. The hem of her skirt had already ridden halfway up her thighs from when she had been sat on my lap, and her shoulders were bare because the dress was by this time fully unzipped at the back. Her skin was pale, smooth, unblemished, and I noted that she'd kicked off her shoes when she'd been under the table sucking me off. All she was wearing were three items of clothing – bra, panties and dress, and it was my next target to make it just two garments. Those panties weren't going to be hiding her twat much longer. Her ass was right on the edge of the table. It was going to be easy to divest her of those. One quick tug and they would be on the floor.

But that was too easy. Too fast. I wanted to make this last. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her calves, tracing a figure of eight around her knees, my lips lightly brushing the insides of her thighs. Joanne moaned, and a hand tangled in my hair, encouraging me to take things further. My fringe touched the hem of her skirt and I quickly brought my hands up to Joanne's flanks, easing the skirt up around her waist. She lifted her ass up off the table, helping me to expose her skimpy satin black briefs.

I kissed the smooth fabric, halfway between her navel and her twat, and heard her sigh softly, dreamily, as my hands continued on upward, palms brushing over the dress where it concealed the swell of her breasts. I felt one of her hands close over one of mine, crushing it down upon her right tit. I squeezed the boob firmly, my kisses moving downwards, lips pressing just as insistently upon the hot, already damp patch where her cunt juices had seeped into her panties. I love that taste.

She moved my hand up her body, used my fingers to pull her dress down to expose her impressive rack, the dress little more now than a scrap of black fabric wrapped around her waist, and I hooked my fingers in the cup of her bra and pulled it down to reveal a hardened nipple that I then mercilessly tweaked with my fingertips, making Jo gasp.

My hand closed over Jo's right breast, fingers squeezing it, thumb stroking the nub of the teat. I leaned over her, studying the swell of her tits while she gazed up at me dreamily, my fingers now caressing the nipple that I had just pinched as if I were soothing it.

My mouth descended into the broad valley between the twin mounds, then I turned my head to the left and flicked out my tongue, coating a portion of the nipple with my warm saliva. Jo shivered beneath me, then gasped as she felt my teeth raking across the bud. My tongue flicked between my teeth over the tiny teat, circling it wetly, swirling around it, lapping at it, all the while squeezing the heavy, fleshy mound firmly with my left hand.

Jo arched her back, pushing her breast up at my hungry mouth, and felt her nipple become trapped between a thumb and a forefinger, felt those fingers rolling the bud between them, pulling at it, stretching her breast from a flattened circle to a pointed cone.

"Ah" She breathed, then cried out again louder; as my fingers were replaced with teeth that maintained the tension.

The hand that had been crushing her tit and pinching the nipple deftly unclasped her bra, then slid down her flanks to her hips, then glided lightly inward. My teeth released the teat, but I then crushed as much of the breast into my mouth and began to suck hard on the red, swollen boob, my tongue lashing roughly against the trapped bud.

While my left hand lazily traced circles on Jo's taut, flat stomach, my right hand moved up to her left breast and began to treat it in the same manner as I had earlier done with the other boob. First I pushed the unfastened bra aside, then I caressed the entire breast lovingly, then I began to pull upon it with my fingers while slurping, nibbling and chewing upon the nipple of the one that was still locked inside my mouth. I could feel the heat and the wetness of Jo's cunt against my hardening cock as she squirmed and writhed beneath me. The woman was bucking her crotch against my recovering cock, almost humping the solidifying flesh that pressed against her silk covered pubis, moaning loudly and spreading her thighs even wider, reveling in the pressure that she was feeling against her warm, wet cunt. One firm, fluid movement that brought naught but a sharp intake of breath from Joanne and the black satin panties lay on the floor.

Jo smiled in anticipation as she watched me move down between her legs. She felt a pair of hands grab hold of the insides of her thighs and wrench them as far apart as they could go. She trembled despite, or perhaps because of, the warm breath washing over her cunt as I studied the smooth contours of her freshly shaved fanny intently.

I dipped my face between Jo's thighs, hands sliding around to grab her ass cheeks roughly and open her cunt to my tongue. I swept my tongue over Jo's clit and instantly Jo arched her back high and gurgled dreamily.

My hands held tightly onto her ass cheeks when she bucked them up off the tablecloth and adjust her position slightly for the tongue that then snaked out from my parted lips and speared between the lips of her cunt hole.

I slid a finger between Jo's cunt lips and rubbed her clitoral hood with firm, quick, minimal movements of my fingertip. Joanne moaned into her fist as the rapid-fire vibrations against her clit thundered through her body and mind, making her shudder uncontrollably from head to toe, her body racked by sheer delight.

"Jesus!" Jo gasped, shivering in delight as I furiously diddled her clit, the soaking wet cunt sliding back and fore over my face as she squirmed beneath me.

"You like that?" I breathed, now sliding my finger in and out of the gaping gash that opened beneath my touch like a pink flower. "You like having your hot, wet cunt finger-fucked?"

"Oh fuck," was all Jo could reply as she shuddered beneath my touch.

"Answer me!" I snapped, slapping my palm hard against Jo's bald cunt, the noise echoing around the room, drowning out the sounds of Robbie Williams crooning through some inane pop song. "Are you deaf? Answer me, Jo!" I hissed again, giving the denuded snatch another short, sharp, stinging smack.

"Yes!" Jo hissed back. I grinned, focusing all my attention on the bubbling clitoral hood beneath my fingers, making Jo shake and shudder, her legs scissoring wildly. I bent my head back down to the object of my desire, my warm breath washing over the damp, sweating cunt that twitched and vibrated beneath my touch.

I pressed my tongue flatly against her pubic mound, sweeping my tongue in a circle near the fingertip that maintained its relentless high-speed rubbing.

"Hmm" She moaned. "Open me up with your fingers and tongue fuck me."

Not one to argue with a lady, unless she's my ex-wife, and of course that bitch never qualified as being a lady anyway, I immediately complied with Jo's demand, using the fingers of both hands to peel her labia apart, to spread her cunt lips wide. My tongue stabbed into the exposed vaginal opening and Joanne gasped aloud in pleasure. She thrust her hips at my mouth, my tongue lashing her cunt, my fingers pulling on her labia as my tongue plunged into the cavern that they were creating. My tongue was a barely controlled frenzy inside her cunt, flicking and darting, lapping and stabbing and lunging, wet slurping noises emanating from between Joanne's widespread thighs. The tip of my tongue was grazing roughly against her clitoris, teasing it and tormenting it at the same time.

I began to move my entire hand in a circular motion, smearing Jo's juices all over my palm, forcing the labia minora to twist and distort as I pressed down harder, the soft, tender flesh opening further and further with each sideways movement. I slipped two fingers inside Jo's twat, pushed them deep inside, then started to curl my fingers in a 'come hither' kind of motion.

I fucked her slowly, lazily with two exploring fingers as she groaned and sighed, reclining fully back onto the table, her hands moving to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, fondling them lovingly as the two fingers stretched her soaking wet twat.

She arched her back, humping her cunt at my thrusting fingers, and stuffed a knuckle between her teeth to stifle a squeal of pleasure. She writhed beneath my touch, lost in ecstasy as I pounded half of my hand into the soft, yielding core of her abdomen, the nub of her clitoris sending bolts of delicious pleasure through her slender body.

My hand quickened between her scissoring thighs, all of a sudden the fingers ramming in and out of her hard and fast, making her gibber uncontrollably at the almost intolerable savaging that those two fingers were subjecting her to. The palm of my hand slapped against her pubis too fast to track, sounding almost like machine gun fire. She moaned loudly, hissing gutturally as she sucked in breath, writhing and squirming madly against my hand as the fingers pounded in and out of her slippery vagina.

Jo went wild beneath me, her hips thrusting at the exploring fingers one moment, then retracting with an involuntary shudder the next. When I forced a third finger in alongside the other two she was reduced to helplessness, bucking and thrashing with erotic abandon.

"Aye" She screeched, her cunt pulsing around the three deeply embedded fingers, vaginal muscles rippling up and down the ploughing, jabbing digits.

I continued finger-fucking her bucking twat with the three fingers until I was sure that Jo's climax had ended, then slipped the fingers out.

My tongue dipped inside her twitching cunt hole, lashing the clitoris with side swipes and long, wet lapping that ran all the way from the hood that protected the center of her sex to the sweaty flesh of her perineum, a fraction of an inch away from her anus. My tongue swept deftly around her sex, delved deeply inside it, my fingernails digging into the insides of her thighs and her ass, raking the soft, tender flesh roughly, mercilessly as they pulled her ass cheeks apart.

I licked and sucked at the blood engorged cunt lips, chewed on them with my teeth, and all the while my fingers closed inexorably in on Jo's dark, puckered ring as the helpless woman writhed and thrashed beneath me.

"Oh, God; Yes!" Jo cried as one of my fingernails found the tight hole of her bucking ass and pressed against the puckered ring firmly.

"You like that?" I asked, taking a short break from eating Jo's cunt to gently rub the pad of my fingertip over her dampened asshole, then I dipped my face once again to the swollen pink button of Jo's clit and sucked hungrily, flicking my tongue-tip against it with rapid movements to make Jo scream out loud with pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Joanne wriggled and squirmed at my touch, almost throwing me back into the chair and I eased off on the frantic cunnilingus, slowing things down until I was tongue fucking the gasping woman with slow, leisurely sweeps of my tongue, planting long, lingering kisses upon her wide open, bubbling gash.

For a few minutes I traced the tip of my tongue around and around the fringes of Jo's crinkled cunt-lips, teasing her mercilessly, balancing her right on the edge of an orgasmic precipice. I dipped a fingertip into the rim of the woman's tight asshole and Jo cried out and thrust her cunt firmly up at my mouth, her eyes widening in utter delight, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip so hard that she told me later that she thought she'd tasted blood.

Jo gasped with delight as my long, slender finger probed deeper into her sensitive back channel and wriggled around inside there. Her whole body was taut and shaking at the approaching climax, hungrily receptive to the tongue lapping at her cunt and the finger easing all the way up to the knuckle in her spasming ass. She didn't want it to ever end, wanted the tongue and the fingers keeping her right on the very limit of ecstasy all night long.

"Don't stop," Jo sobbed, her voice on the verge of incoherence.

 I slurped at her cunt and stabbed a finger roughly into her anus. I varied the tempo at random, unpredictably, sometimes slowly lapping at the juicy, succulent, juice oozing cunt, then other times rapidly diddling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Sometimes I was tender and loving with the way I treated the two holes that she had placed totally at my mercy. Then, seconds later, I was brutal and forceful, pulling at her cunt lips with my teeth and sucking hard upon the tormented labia. My finger fucking with sudden, furious savagery into Joanne's bucking ass, the woman writhing beneath my face as she cried out time and time again, each orgasmic wave blurring into the next, each exclamation of joy followed by a wide eyed yelp of pain and a cursing admonishment to just keep on going longer and longer, to never stop what I was doing to her.

Joanne was panting hard and moaning incoherently, heaving and rocking her hips at my hungrily devouring lips with wild abandon. The table creaked alarmingly beneath her, then another mind blowing climax erupted deep inside her loins like a liquid explosion, triggered by the lewd depravity of the finger exploring her spasming, puckering asshole as she ground her clit harshly against my chin. She came in a breathless shout of pleasure, her loins heaving in electrifying spasms as my finger stabbed all the way in and the palm of my hand was pressed against her heated cunt.

"Fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Joanne squealed, almost delirious with excitement, unable to catch her breath as she climaxed in rapid, shuddering, almost unbearable shockwaves as the finger rammed violently in and out of her tight anal hole. Her hips shuddered in a breathless fury until I finally pulled my finger out of her ass with a wet sucking noise and gave her cunt one last lick from top to bottom.

Jo's legs were sliding from side to side on the table as her climax receded, and I stood over her with my cock, rock hard by this time, cradled in my fist just a matter of inches away from her bubbling cunt hole.

I couldn't help myself. I shuffled forward, my fist guiding the head of my cock to the glistening folds of her gaping, wide open cunt. I shivered as the taut, sensitive skin of my glans touched the liquid lips of her cunt, using my hand to slide it up and down the full length of her crack. Joanne trembled against the touch of my swollen knob as I moved it slowly over her sex like a painter would his brush as he put the finishing touches to his masterpiece.

"Come on, let's do it. Fuck me!" She cried, and less than a heartbeat later she found her sex ruthlessly speared by my rock hard cock.

Her eyes shot open as her cunt lips were rudely stretched apart and the swollen knob of my prick drove deep inside her in one smooth, lubricated stroke. She looked down at the union of our bodies, at the thick, vein ridged tan colored meat still visible between her sundered cunt lips and the forest of curly black hairs below my navel.

I began to make love to her slowly, each inward thrust of my hips driving my cock in just a little deeper as she watched the rigid shaft steadily disappear inside her body with wide eyes until it was almost too much for her to bear. Soon her eyes were rolling back in her head, my meat pistoning sedately in and out of her deliciously stretched and divinely agitated cunt.

She felt my teeth on her teats again, biting, sucking, pulling, nipping, but it was nothing compared to the sheer delight of the stiff meat sliding rapidly back and fore through her soft, velvet innards. Her hands found their way inside my shirt, and for a moment I thought she might push me away, so unbearably electrifyingly exquisite was the feel of my brutal invasion as my cock-head began to hammer roughly at the entrance to her womb, but after a moment I guess she grew accustomed to these fresh sensations and instead her fingers scrabbled at the wiry hairs of my hard, muscled torso and fastened upon the tiny nipples in encouragement, pulling upon them the way that my teeth had been pulling on hers.

I grunted as I powered hard into her, my lips curling up into a contorted grimace as her tight cunt vainly attempted to resist me only to then instantly yield and stretch a little more in order to better accommodate the entire length of my thick cock. Jo's fingernails clawed wildly at my chest, leaving vicious red welts that would stay visible, not to mention painful, for days. Her squashed insides feeling as if they were being forcibly rearranged and pushed aside as the hardness of my cock slowed to a stop, the entire length of it embedded to the hilt inside her, and my two swollen, hanging testicles rested warmly within the sweat moistened crack of her ass.

Jo savored the delicious feeling of the entire length of my steely man-flesh lodged deep inside her body. Her cunt walls rippled up and down the shaft reflexively, adjusting themselves to the sensations of being so delightfully stretched.

"Fuck me..." She moaned, and I grasped hold of her thighs and started to pull my hard cock out of her cunt.

She shuddered at the exquisite feel of my cock slowly vacating her stretched sex, then cried out shrilly as I suddenly rammed it all back home again until my balls were once again buried in the crack of her ass. I screwed her slowly at first, withdrawing no more than half of my cock on the out stroke, leaving about four inches or so buried in her clutching twat before sliding the remaining meat back into her sodden vagina.

My face hovered above hers, gazing down onto her reddened cheeks, her half closed eyes, her lips as they pursed on the out stroke and then went oval on the in stroke. I carefully settled my entire body weight on top of her, pubic hair to pubic hair, nipple to nipple, my glans butting at the neck of her womb, and closed my hungry mouth over hers as I ground my hips in a circular motion against her impaled mound, the table that had seemed so sturdy initially now groaning alarmingly beneath our combined weight.

"Oh," Jo groaned into my mouth, then I pulled my hips back and began to fuck her like I meant it, like she wanted it, making her moan even louder as my cock powered in and out of her slick love tunnel. Her entire body quivered and shook as the force of my aggressive thrusting rippled through her slender body, the slam of my broad hips against the insides of her fleshy, wide spread thighs making her belly wobble and her heavy breasts jiggle up and down. She sucked on my tongue, her fingernails digging into my rock hard biceps, her cunt gushing uncontrollably around the meaty shaft spearing her slit, teardrops of slippery cunt juice soaking into the crack of her ass, dripping off the slick meat and running down my hanging balls.

I fucked her faster, harder, and if anything my cock seemed to grow even larger inside her as she bucked and writhed beneath me, my mouth still clamped to hers, my tongue flicking around inside her oral cavern, though she was in no fit state to reciprocate. Eventually I gave up on kissing her and tore my mouth away from hers, grunting with the effort as I continued pounding away at her tortured cunt, my pace constant and steady like some relentless sexual metronome.

Her hands glided down my flanks and settled on my ass cheeks, squeezing my ass tight, pulling her body forward against mine as I rammed into her, making my cock-thrusts even more violent. "Fuck," She panted. "Ah fuck." She groaned almost every time I powered into her when she wasn't sucking in lung-fulls of air to maintain consciousness against the incessant waves of pleasure blasting through her entire being.

Everything revolved around my cock. Her entire body synchronized to my relentless lovemaking, her fingers clutching tightly at my pumping ass cheeks, her labored breath bursting out of her parted lips in little gasps, the movements of her hips in perfect time with my own. My cock filled her totally, body and mind, and her juices gushed in steady pulses from her stretched hole. There was no room inside her for creams or oils, my cock sinking into her slick cunt was forcing the fluids out of her as fast as they were being created, soaking into a widening damp patch on the tablecloth beneath her ass.

Jo felt her own orgasm approaching already and fucked her cunt back at me harder still, roughening the ride further, the slaps of our loins loud and wet with the oils that my pounding cock was making bubble out of her tight snatch. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She cried, bucking her hips wildly up at me, her head lolling on her neck uncontrollably as the table creaked beneath the animalistic fucking that we were both enjoying.

"Feels so good... so fucking hard... so oh" She panted heavily.

I responded with a grunt and shoved myself inside her with even more energy as she humped her hips, meeting every hard thrust so that our fucking became faster, harder, rougher, the insides of her thighs reddening with the violent slaps of my hips against them. I thrust my hands beneath her ass and gripped hard, prying her asshole open, ramming her body against me with each almost angry lunge. Her hands left mine behind and flopped uselessly onto the table at her sides as she felt her orgasm build irresistibly, a pressure wave of unbelievable intensity forming seemingly everywhere at once before exploding simultaneously in her cunt and her mind.

She gasped out as her orgasm hit right as she was fucking her cunt up at me, just as I was powering my cock forward. Her cunt walls rippled spasmodically, her entire semi-naked form trembling in time with the electrifying pulses that animated her out of control body.

"Ah" She cried, gushing wetly again, her fluids squirting out around the tight fit that her cunt hole made around the girth of my relentlessly pumping prick. "Ah" again, she squealed, another wave of her climax ripping through her brain, legs scissoring wildly around my back, fingernails gripping my arms so tightly that they were almost drawing blood. "Ah" She shrieked a final time and then I began to moan incoherently myself.

"Yes." Jo hissed as she sensed my end nearing, and possibly realizing for the first time that neither of us were using protection she said; "Cum over me, baby!"

I stood upright between her spread thighs, banging my cock in and out of her, lifting her ass off the table with my palms. I glanced down between the union of our bodies, the sight of my blurred cock shaft shimmering wetly with her copious seepage so incredibly erotic that I knew that there was no way I could hold back my own climax no matter how hard I tried. I left it as late as I possibly could, giving her another three or four quick, violent thrusts as the pressure in my balls built to mind blowing levels, clenching my pc muscle as hard as I could. Then I ripped the entire length of my cock out of her grasping cunt and let fly with my second load of the evening.

"Uh" I gasped, my balls contracting and my toes curling as my biological cum pump went into maximum overdrive. Then I shouted out a breathless "Ah!" as the thick creamy seed rocketed up the length of my prick, searing it from root to tip as the hot fluid coursed along the narrow tubing like lava forcing its way out of an erupting volcano from somewhere deep in the depths of the earth.

Jo's eyes widened as the first spurt of white jizz exploded forcefully from the swollen tip of my prick and arced impressively over her belly, spattering down wetly over her bare breasts. I grunted again, and a second, equally remarkable spurt jetted more hot semen into the air, this delivery falling in a warm, wet streak from the pale underside of her heaving tits to her belly button, soaking into the black dress bunched up around her waist. A third spurt was flung all over her undulating, gently curving belly. And a fourth ejaculation mirrored the one before, The thick semen beginning to pool in the shallow depression of her navel, as the remainder of my creamy load. It dripped and dribbled out of the madly twitching purple head of my cock and fell in what looked like a silvery-white stream into the forest of tangled brown hairs that encircled her glistening vagina.

"Fucking hell." I breathed, coaxing the last few drops of jizz out of my cock with my fingers, letting the dregs of my balls slowly trickle down onto her red and raw cunt lips. Jo slid her hand down her belly, through the spots and speckles of cum coating her midriff, and ran her middle finger slowly up and down between her inflamed labia, massaging the sticky white sperm into a cunt hole that still gaped wide open.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I sighed eventually, glancing down at the sticky mess that I had made, and pressed my still hard cockhead down onto her belly. Then using it again as some sort of makeshift brush to paint the greasy white discharge all over her stomach before moving the head of it back between her legs, just alongside her lazily stroking finger, and then I gently eased my erection back inside her.

 "Hmm" I moaned, a long, drawn out shudder making my body tremble with electric like pulses at the contact generated in my hyper-sensitive cock-head.

Jo arched her back and gasped at the unexpected intrusion, then groaned softly as I pushed the hardness all the way to my balls inside her. And then rested in that position, allowing my cock to slowly shrink over the next minute or two from its full rigidity, to just a few fleshy inches of softened cock in her velvety cunt as she playfully exercised her rippling vaginal muscles upon the slowly disappearing meat, giggling throatily as she did so.

Eventually I slipped out of her again, my wet cock hanging limply between my legs. I was still fully dressed. All I needed to do was button up my shirt and pull up my jeans and I'd look quite presentable. Joanne, however, looked an utterly delicious mess; hair disheveled, black dress bunched up around her waist, a trail of thick, creamy semen decorating her pale flesh from the brown buds of her nipples to the pink gash of her freshly fucked fanny.

"So," I asked eventually as I tidied myself, leaning over her to kiss her lightly on the lips, a peck that turned into a hungry tangle of tongues by the time she had finished with me. "I take it this was just a one-time thing?"

Jo smiled, nodding to me as her fingers strayed to the zipper of my jeans. "Yep." She said, glancing up into my eyes as she idly stroked my crotch through the thick cotton. I tried not to show my disappointment with her answer, but tonight had been so much more than I had anticipated that despite my feelings, I knew that I had no right to be disappointed. "I don't know if the table could take another battering like the one we just gave it." She added. "Tomorrow night we'll go mad in the bedroom instead, yeah?"

"It's a date." I grinned.

Based on a post by Millsy in 2 parts, for Literotica.