“Show me.” I told her, reaching forward and grasping her hands, pulling them down to her own bare pussy.
She rubbed her fingers across the top of her mound, caressing it softly, her fingers spreading into a small ‘V’, bracketing her opening, spreading the lips a hint exposing the pink treasure beneath.
“I’m stopping unless I see some movement on your end,” she told me, her fingers closing, covering herself.
I took the hint and I knelt before her, upright, my crotch at eye level, and I slowly started stroking my staff, from the crest, down to the bottom, pressing into my pubic area, making it stand out as far as possible. My movements were slow and deliberate, and they yielded the desired results, a firm hard-on, and a renewed movement of Jenny’s fingers, rubbing herself in rhythm to my own actions.
“Closer,” she whispered huskily, sitting more upright, her face moving forward. I scooted forward, the front of my thighs pushing hers more widely open, my cock within inches of her face.
“Faster,” she moaned, leaning forward, her breath caressing my balls. I could look straight down at my cock, seeing her pretty face inches from my hand, knowing I could rub my cock on her face with the merest motion. Past my cock, I was looking directly down into her lap, where her fingers were rubbing small circles rapidly across the top of her gash. Her pussy was bright pink, and every few seconds, her first two fingers would travel down and enter her opening, pumping in and out before returning to their small circles. I sped up moving faster, stroking just the last few inches, working up the sensitivity.
“Faster,” she urged me, leaning forward until her cheek was resting on my hip, her tongue creeping out and touching me softly just shy of the base of my cock. My hand moved faster at her insistence, until it was almost a blur. My own breath was heaving. I jerked away, on and on, feeling the hardness increase.
“Closer,” she teased, as she started leaning back, reclining again, and I followed her, crawling up her body, my legs bracketing her torso, my thighs pressing against the side of her breasts. My left hand kept me upright, leaning into the wall behind her, my entire body taut, my right hand stroking smooth and fast the length of my cock, twisting at the end to tease the head. My cock was just above her neck, and I was eager to spray my juice across that pretty face.
“Oh, God, I’m so close,” she cried, her whole body trembling. I could feel her strokes of her own pussy, where her upper arms crossed my thighs and disappeared behind me, into that hot pussy I yearned to be deep inside of.
“Come for me,” she begged, “Now. Now.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a moan, I exploded for her. She cried out trembling when the first stream landed on her face, tracing a line from her hairline down to her chin. I continued coming, loosing stream after stream of white lava, painting her. I laid my cock against her cheek, then dragged it down her neck and between her breasts. I cupped her breasts around my cock, stroking back and forth, drawing out any last drops, and cleaning myself between her small mounds.
I rolled off of her, breathing like a buffalo, my hand still stroking my softening cock.
“That was incredible,” I told her, reaching out and caressing her nearest breast.
She slapped at my hand. “Stop that. That’s twice you’ve overstepped your bounds. No touching, remember. You’re going to owe me big time.”
I gazed at her; her face, neck and chest dripping with my cum. I guess I had overstepped the bounds, just a little bit.
* * *
Friday morning Jenny woke me and chased me onto the elliptical. Level 5, 40 minutes. I was still aching from the Wednesday workout. She was right, it was worse the second day.
“I need 500 calories this morning.” She told me, stroking her hand down my side. “Your workout this evening is 6:00. I’m going to hurt you tonight. Are you going to stay on your diet today?”
“If humanly possible,” I told her, slightly out of breath. The aches were slowly working their way back into my consciousness.
“Good. I’m dying to hold that fat cock of yours.” She emphasized the statement with a brush across the front of my shorts.
Again I worked the intervals and managed to pump out 520 calories. Jenny came in at the tale end, and smiled. “You are incredible.”
“So are you.” I answered with a smile.
“Shower and massage. Let me know when you’re out of the shower,” she said, disappearing through the door.
I showered and shaved, and brushed my hair. When I stepped out of the bedroom Jenny was waiting for me completely naked.
“Lie down,” she told me, taking me by the arm and leading me to the bed. I lay down on my front, and she straddled me, massaging me from my neck to my calves. I needed the help, I was aching badly.
She didn’t skip anything this time, spending considerable time working the knots out of my butt cheeks.
When she had completed a deep massage from head-to-toe, and back again, she had me turnover.
I was rock hard again.
“Is that for me? How sweet! Now don’t move.” She climbed up, and used her hand to press my cock flat against my body. She straddled my hips, lowering her pussy down across my cock. I could feel her wetness against me. She started massaging my shoulders and chest, and while she did, she rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down the length of my cock.
I moaned pushing back against her, feeling my orgasm approaching already.
“Naughty, naughty. Stay still.” She rubbed down my arms, and back to my shoulders. She grabbed my shoulders and thrust her self back and forth across my cock, her movements growing longer and harder. Her hair was hanging down around my face, and she squeezed my shoulders with a steely grip. Her back was arched, pushing her clit down against my cock.
She screamed out, coming, pulling herself up then pushing down hard. I felt a bending pressure on my cock, then felt it slip inside of her, at least half-way in. She gasped, and pulled herself off me, rolling to the side and crying out. It was too much, and I came immediately, bathing my abs.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she gasped, holding her hands between her legs, trembling.
“Now you’re the bad one. I guess we’re even.” I joked.
“We’re even? Because I let you inside me? Are you crazy? Now you really owe me.”
“Now that’s not fair. If I had come in you, or if I’d been the one to initiate it, maybe. But this was your doing,” I reminded her.
“Ok, I’ll give you a ‘bye’ on this one. But you still owe me for the last two times.” She was reaching over and painting designs across my chest with my own cum.
“Jesus, I gotta go, I’m going to be late.” She jumped up and tore off for upstairs.