I moved as fast as I
could without risking danger of pulling back too
far and I took great delight in the pleasure I was
giving her as evidenced by the mix of whines and
moans that came out as an excited keening noise
generated by her body, originating deep in her
sex.
I couldn’t tell you whether or not she came
again. I honestly wasn’t paying attention. I was
focused on what she’d asked for: hard, fast, until
I came. And I had every intention of cumming
soon. I needed it. I could feel my balls tightening
as that need built even greater and my body
prepared to deliver my jism as deep into her wet
heat as I could reach. A few strokes later it
began…
As it always does: a tightening sensation beneath
my balls that felt like a small muscle cramp until
it exploded into the spasming sensation that set
jet after jet of my thick milky cum as deep into
her pussy as I could force my length. With every
spasm I was able to move my hips a little,
providing her some added pleasure and sensation
as my cock swelled and spat, adding my thick hot
moisture to her own.
I lost track of time as the pleasure blackened my
brain and my vision seemed to blur. I’d swear I
saw flashes of light dancing before me but I never
lost sight of the perfect curve of her back and
ass as I continued to pump as best I could until
the last jerk had occurred and I had no more left
to give her.
When she knew it was over, having expressed
some moans of appreciation that included a
statement about how she loved the feeling of my
hot cum spreading inside her, she relaxed her
body down to lie on the bed, her legs and arms
spread – and she seemed totally relaxed. I laid
down next to her with my slowly wilting cock
smearing a mix of our juices on the back and
then side of her thigh.
After we had both caught our breath I looked over
at her and found her looking at me. She smiled a
big smile and said, “Damn that was good.”
I smiled back and replied, “Why thanks. Yeah, I
think it was pretty awesome.”
“Do you remember my name?” she asked me.
There was no accusation in her voice. It seemed
just a realistic question based on the fact that I’d
probably been drunk the night before and might
not remember.
“Penny,” I said with a smile. “I wasn’t THAT
drunk.”
“Do you remember last night?” she pressed.
“I thought it was a dream when I woke up,” I
said. “Part of me still isn’t sure this is real.”
“Oh, it’s real,” she said with a growing smile. “No
dream I’ve ever had has felt this good.”
I didn’t know what else to say so I remained
quiet and let my eyes travel the parts of her body
I could see. In a few moments she asked, “Do
you want me to go?”
The question took me completely off guard. I
answered her as honestly as I could. “Why would
I want you to go? You’re gorgeous and sexy and
I’d far rather you stay to play as much as you
want all day.”
Her smile got as big as I think it could without
pushing off the sides of her face. “Oh, good,” she
said. “I thought maybe I was just a temporary
plaything and once you were done with me you’d
want to send me away.”
“Well,” I said with a smile of my own, “I’m not
inviting you to move in, but you’re certainly
welcome to stay as long as you want today and
we’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
“Good enough,” she said. The she pushed herself
up, leaned over me and gave me a long, slow,
sensual kiss full of passion and tongue. “Now
I’m going to go shower,” she said sounding
impish. “Wanna come join me?”
And that, folks, is how my Sunday started. How
was your morning?