Terry reached for the knot at my waist, but I slapped his hand and instead worked at his shirt. I undid enough buttons to pull his shirt over his head, and his undershirt afterwards. His erection made its reappearance, pitching a tent in his boxers, but I ignored it for now, wanting this to last.
"You don't know how many times I've wanted to follow you into the locker room after our games of racquetball," I said, moving my hands through the sparse hair on his muscular chest.
"Follow me?" he replied incredulously. "I lose sleep most nights after our games dreaming of what you look like under your shorts and sports bra."
I giggled at how I must have driven him crazy, playing in only a sports bra the past few weeks. Not surprisingly, my winning percentage had gone up. "Well, now you know," I told him.
"I don't think I remember."
"Well, let me refresh your memory." I stood and backed away from him. The knot was now barely holding the coat together, and the "V" neckline of the heavy lapels gave a full cleavage shot all the way down to my navel. I pulled on the knot slowly and opened the front of the coat even more slowly, revealing everything to his searching eyes at once. I enjoyed the way his gaze traced the lines of my curves, not drooling like my last observer, but truly taking me in and appreciating me. It made me feel really hot.
"I want you to fuck me, right here, right now!"
Nothing else needed to be said. Terry got up from the chair and somehow managed to get his boxers down over his enormous erection. He came into like an avalanche, picking me up in his strong arms and carrying me into a wall. My back hit hard into the old drywall, and a picture hanging next to us fell down. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he palmed my ass to lift me up and enter me.
His swollen cock felt great inside my hot pussy, and I helped him out by pushing hard off his shoulders with my hands, our strong, athletic bodies working well together. I bounced up and down hard, my clit stimulated by his coarse pubic hair with every bounce. My breasts shook wildly in front of his face, and his tongue searched out my hard nipples like a kid trying to catch a snowflake in a blizzard.
I'm not the lightest woman in the world, and I could tell he was getting a little tired. I pushed off the wall with my shoulders and hugged him tightly as he stumbled backwards for a step and then turned to drop me on the couch. He came out of me, but quickly dropped to his knees in front of the sofa as I slouched forward with my legs spread at the edge of the cushion.
He entered me again, with much more force and leverage this time. With his hands frees he reached forward for my ever bouncing breasts. He held them loosely, appreciating their movement and girth in his bowled fingers. "Harder! Faster!" I cried.
Sweat was running down his face now as he answered my call. I could also see the growing strain on his face as the orgasm was building inside him. I didn't want it to end quite yet, though. I pushed off the back of the couch with my arms and stood up, pulling him out of me and actually smacking him in the forehead with my wet pussy.
He allowed himself to be knocked backwards, rotating his knees to point up in the air with his toes under the front edge of the couch. I stood over him for a few moments, allowing him to appreciate this very intimate view of me. Once I saw a calm expression pass over his face, I knew the moment of no return for him had been avoided. I rubbed my clit for him and slowly slid three fingers inside me.
I'd never been able to ejaculate like those crazy women on the internet, but I do produce a lot of thick, white cream that my past lovers told me tastes like sugar. I scooped a good portion out with my fingers and then sat on his chest, proceeding to slowly feed him one finger at a time. He moaned his approval, and hungrily licked each finger clean.
"You want more?" I asked. He nodded his head. I sat up to my knees and inched forward till his mouth lined up with my dripping honeypot. It was a difficult angle for him, so I reached down and laced my fingers behind his head to give him support. His tongue was alive with action and tidal waves of ecstasy washed through me as he dove into my love hole, cleaning out my juices and the flicking my clit to produce more.
When I masturbate, I don't quite until I get at least three orgasms, and I could feel the first one building now. I come more easily through mental stimulation than physical, and the events of the last half hour had put me on the brink already. He sensed me growing suddenly calm as the orgasm built, and he redoubled his efforts. My hands left his head and clutched at my breasts, squeezing them hard as the crescendo built. His neck was only strong enough to hold his head within reach for a few more seconds, but it was long enough.
I cried out in orgasm and fell forward, my hands catching me and my pelvis smacking Terry in the face with my convulsions, smearing my thick cream all over his mouth and nose. My thighs were quivering violently and I didn't think I could support myself. I rolled off to the side to keep from smothering my lover and lay on my back breathing deeply. My hands roamed my body, sliding over my stomach, feeling my erect nipples, and approaching my still throbbing pussy. I got as far as my trimmed landing strip, but couldn't bring myself to examine the oh-so sensitive area.
I noticed Terry rise next to me and then moved to stand over me as I had done to him. I appreciated the view, thinking to myself that I had never seen such a picture of masculinity. His penis was still very large, but no longer rock hard. His balls were relatively smooth and lay engorged on his thighs promising a thick stream of cum when we finally got to that point. His chest was glistening with sweat, his hard abs and full pecs rolling up and down with his heavy breathing.
My thick cream was still on his face and he made sure I was watching as he meticulously collected it with his index finger and slowly sucked it off. He then knelt over me till his dick lay between my breasts. He had one more finger full to clean off, and when he did, instead of licking it off, he brought it down to my mouth and smeared it around my lips before letting me suck his finger.
I swirled my tongue around his digit, tasting my own sweetness. He slowly pulled his finger out and then watched as I licked my lips clean. "Very nice," he said. "Do you have anymore?"
"Let's find out." I had regained some strength in my legs and reaching forward to grab his waist and rolled over. He allowed the movement and rolled to his back. I then reversed positions over top of him to go 69. His dick was about three licks away from being rock hard again, but before I even got a chance, I felt him go to work on my pussy again. His strong hands gripped my ass and fingered my asshole as his tongue made laps around my clit, darting into my cunt with each pass.
I grabbed his cock to repay the favor, but wasn't able to put much effort into stroking him off as he sent shock waves through my body. I could tell he was enjoying this view of my ass, because he occasionally pushed me forward to like my anus, his tongue also darting into that hole. His fingers played with the moistened opening, and I clenched reflexively at each probe. That didn't deter him, though as he tried to distract my by licking my pussy again.
I took his now fully erect cock in my mouth, tasting his precum as I swirled my tongue around his soft head, but I was only at it for a few seconds when he did another quick switch down below, shoving his tongue into my vagina, coming out to lick my clit and then dragging back over my pussy to lick my asshole, only to go back to my clit.
It was too much, and I needed both hands on the floor to support me as my body went eerie still again in the prelude to another orgasm. He gripped my ass firmly sensing what was coming and he pulled my body down tight over his face, riding the wave when it finally splashed over me. With each jolt that ripped through me, his mouth played again over my most sensitive area and it triggered another shock wave.
I finally found the strength to roll off him again and lay exhausted, my breasts heaving with each breath. He was chuckling to himself at my condition. "You have an amazing ass," he told me, still laying on his back staring at the ceiling. Then suddenly he got up and walked across the room toward the desk.
"Get up," he instructed.
"I, wha-, huh . . ." I didn't really have breath to answer him.
