She looked so sincere, for once not scolding or teasing, or angry. I slowed to a stop, deep inside her, and lowered myself to her, holding her face, and kissing her sweet lips.
“Thanks,” I told her, “I’ll do that. Guide me.” I lowered my face to hers again, and lost myself in a deep kiss, that went on forever.
She finally pushed me away. “How can anyone stay mad at you?” She pushed me to the side, rolling me onto my back, and straddled me, lowering herself onto my slick and very erect cock.
“She’ll be coming over this evening. Ask her to stay. I bet she will.” That was the last she said for a while as she rode me hard. I played with her breasts, and then moved my hand between her legs to rub her clit. Soon her fingers were digging into my flesh painfully, as she brought herself off, using my cock as her own pleasure tool.
She sat there, my full length buried, her chest heaving, her breath finally slowing. Then she pulled herself off me and climbed off the bed to my immense disappointment. I couldn’t believe she was going to leave me with blue-balls.
She laughed at my look, “I’ll be right back, lover. Just hold tight.”
She went to the bathroom, and it wasn’t long before I heard the tinkle that explained her actions, followed by a flush, and a short while later she was walking back to me, rubbing her hands together.
“Now, I’ll let you finish.” She rubbed her cupped hands up and down on my cock, and they were cold. She was rubbing some lotion on my dick, which hadn’t gone down in size at all. Then she used her hands to make sure I was still ready for action. Smiling as she watched the object of her attention.
She climbed back on top of me, leaning forward, then reached behind her and guided me back inside her. She rocked back and forth, and then she leaned forward and kissed me, as I’d kissed her earlier. Her tongue darted around my lips, caressing my teeth. Her teeth nipped at my lips.
She pulled forward until I popped free, and then she reached back and guided me back in, with an enigmatic little smile. I realized she was pushing me into her ass.
“Jesus, Cathy, I’m so close as it is, if you put me in there, I know I’ll pop.”
She laughed a little, and then the head was in. She grimaced for a moment, and then smiled a huge smile, as she slowly pushed back onto my cock, until I was almost completely inside her.
“Tell me.” She said softly.
“What?” I answered, trying to push into her. She countered by pulling away, until I was barely inside.
“Tell me how much you love it.” She grinned, gyrating her hips, but resisting any further penetration on my part.
“I do. I love it. I love your ass. I love being inside you. I loved being the first to ever take you there. I love the nastiness, and I love the feeling I get knowing I’m fucking you in the ass. I love it.”
“Good. Then do it. Fuck my ass.” She taunted me.
I pushed her off me and placed her on her back again, crawling between her legs, and lifting her legs up high. She looked at me quizzically, until I pushed her knees back as far as her shoulders, exposing her little brown eye.
“Hold these.” I commanded. She placed her arms behind her knees, and stayed bent in half. I took my cock in hand, and pressed the head against her tight little opening, pushing forward relentlessly, using my thumb to guide the head, until I’d popped in. Then through a series of short strokes I buried my cock all the way up her butt. She let go of her legs, and spread them wide, but my position kept me firmly lodged.
I leaned down, our faces inches apart, and using my hips alone, I worked about half my cock in and out of her tight little rear.
“I love making love to you Cathy, and I love the feeling of being buried in your ass.” I told her softly.
“I can’t believe I let you do this to me. I don’t know why but it makes me so hot. Come in my ass for me, Jack.”
She was clenching her ass around me on each stroke, and it was too much. I exploded inside her, coming over and over again, with each stroke trying to bury myself just a little bit deeper.
I collapsed on her, as she straightened out her legs. She was running her fingers through my hair, hushing my gasps.
“Shhhh, that’s ok, lover. Shhhh.”
My breathing finally slowed, but I could still hear my pulse beating in my ears. “Cathy, you spoil me.”
“I know.” She laughed, and then she was crawling out from under me, and getting dressed again.
“Now remember. Shortly after she gets here, take Beth to the side, tell her you’ve missed her, tell her something, and ask her to stay the night. Be nice. Oh – and change the sheets so she’ll know they’re new – change them before she gets here.”
“But what about Debbie?” I asked. I knew something had been niggling at the back of my brain.
“It was Debbie who brought this whole thing up. She understands. Just tell her Beth is spending the night, and when it comes time she’ll excuse herself.” She rolled her eyes, like she was explaining something that any idiot should know.