Note: if you haven't already, read Susan in NYC Ch. 01 & 02, which are prequels to this story.
Since Susan had awakened me on Saturday morning with a highly pleasurable blowjob, I decided to return the favor on Sunday morning. I'd gotten up to hit the bathroom and, when I returned, there was enough light sneaking in around the blinds that I could see her naked form laid out and her blond bush beckoning me. I slipped out of my robe and hung it up then knelt on the end of the bed, nudging her legs apart and lowering my face toward her pussy. I glanced up and it looked like she was still asleep then I ran my tongue along her slit. She moaned softly and squirmed slightly but, as I continued to lap at her pussy, she gradually woke and parted her legs even more. I slipped a finger into her and, as I slowly slid it in and out, I was licking and sucking her clit, which had her moaning and rocking her hips toward my face. When I glanced up again, her eyes were still closed but she had a big smile on her face.
My cock was fully rigid by this point and I was expecting that I'd slip it into her hot, wet pussy once I'd made her cum but I still wasn't rushing to get her there quickly. Since she was leaving later that day, and I didn't know when the next time would be that I'd get to eat her pussy, I was going to savor this opportunity even more than I already had been. My primary goal, as always, was to provide her with a high level of pleasure and an incredibly satisfying orgasm, which I had no intention of changing just to indulge my own selfish desires. I figured if I could draw out the pleasure she was experiencing without taking it so far that she felt like I was torturing her by denying her an orgasm, I could enjoy eating her pussy for longer while she enjoyed having her pussy eaten for longer. Of course her moaning was becoming louder and longer and she was rocking her hips faster as I continued to eat her but, since I knew I'd be slipping my throbbing cock into her pussy once she'd cum, I can't say that I was disappointed that her orgasm was already drawing closer.
I didn't really alter my technique at all even as she was beginning to tense up since it seemed to be doing the trick just fine. When she finally let out a cry that, if anyone had heard it would have left no question that it was a result of intense pleasure, she went limp and her entire body was shaking. I continued to eat her while she was cumming and, after another long and clearly intensely pleasurable orgasm, I raised my head once she'd gone completely still and quiet. As she was catching her breath and recovering, I slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth to suck off her juices as I straightened up. I took a moment to admire her naked form laid out on my bed before turning to grab a condom from the drawer behind me. I had a decent stash in there, though I hadn't stocked up in anticipation of her visit because I'd had no idea that we'd be fucking at all, much less so much. I don't know about now, but back in the early 90s, condoms were readily available on my college campus so, whenever I saw them, I'd grab a few. Unfortunately, though I did get laid occasionally, I was collecting them a lot faster than I was using them, at least until that weekend.
I immediately tore open the packet and rolled the condom onto my stiff cock. When I turned back, she was watching me, her focus on my sheathed tool. I moved onto the bed and lowered myself over her, guiding my cock into her hot, snug pussy as she wrapped her arms around me. Once I was fully embedded, we brought our lips together and started making out. While our tongues were exploring each other's mouths, I was slowly sliding my cock in and out of her, savoring the feel of her snug, slippery pussy. I liked feeling her body below me and her tongue in my mouth but I wouldn't have said that missionary was a favorite position. Fucking her felt so good, however, that I had no desire to stop and change positions. Fortunately, she wasn't shy about speaking up when there was something she wanted to do differently. It may have been when the telltale squeaking of my dorm bed started or just that, like me, it wasn't her favorite position.
"Can I be on top now?" she asked after pulling her mouth from mine.
"Of course," I replied as I moved off of her and to the side. She got up and straddled me, guiding my cock back to her pussy and lowering herself down on it, causing both of us to moan again. As much as I liked feeling her body below mine, I certainly preferred this view as she sat upright, moving up and down on my cock. I reached up to fondle her tits while looking up at her happy, smiling face, feeling grateful once again for how well this weekend visit had transpired. My gaze traveled over every visible inch of her body, committing it to memory even though I anticipated seeing it again because I just didn't know when that would be. As she was picking up her pace and her tits started bouncing, I moved my hands around to caress her ass instead so that I could watch them and likewise commit the details to memory. The volume and duration of her moaning were increasing along with her pace so she was clearly building toward another orgasm. I was pushing up into her each time she dropped down to try to help her along while feeling my own orgasm slowly building as well.