I grabbed hold of her sculpted rump, and slid my cock home in one swift plunge, making her yelp with the force of it, leaning over her and locking my arms around her midriff to support myself as I pumped my cock in and out of her as hard and fast as I could, more yelps, sighs, and liquid moans as I pumped and hammered, until;
“Now Davey, do it now, do it now!” she groaned.
Happy to oblige, I disengaged from her, took aim and slowly pushed my cock into her beautiful, tight, sinewy arse.
“Oh my GOD… OH MY GOD… OOOHHHMYGGOOOODDD!” she groaned as I revelled in the feel of her tight rectum sucking and squeezing at me, my already hyper-stimulated cock feeling twice as big as normal as I pumped and pounded. She came almost immediately, sobbing out loud, her anus clamping down on me as her vagina convulsed, dropping from the all-fours position to rest her face on the carpet, her arms spread wide. The angle of penetration was so acute that the constriction tipped me over, both of us coming together, me almost silently, gasping and sweating as my heart hammered, my blood pounded, my cock swelling up and exploding in her as it jammed tight in her tight rectum, shooting my spunk far up inside her bowels. Lori orgasmed again with a gasping, whistling scream, digging her fingers into the carpet for purchase as the waves of pleasure boiled through her, her tight rectal tube sucking and rippling along the length of my cock.
I continued pumping as my cock continued convulsing, the ripples in her anus dragging the sensation out, extending the pleasure for me, but at last, the fires began to burn low, and I reluctantly slid my deflating cock out of her sexy arse, the pink starfish convulsing and winking at me as adrenaline raced around her system, sperm dribbling out to trickle down her thighs as I withdrew.
I dropped to the floor next to her, fucked-out and ready for some rest, looking longingly at her beautiful face in repose, her eyes closed, and her breathing slowing back down to normal. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at me.
“Hello, George of the Jungle! So that’s what you call a monkey-fuck, is it? Remind me to try this again sometime soon!”
I could only grin, still too winded to reply.
Eventually, we had to get up from the carpet, and staggered to the shower, trying to revitalise but almost trembling with fatigue, so we climbed into bed for a nap, as we had reservations for dinner, and I didn’t want to fall asleep face-down in the hors d’oeuvres.
We awoke together, feeling marvellously rested and refreshed, as though the sweaty sexual interlude two hours earlier hadn’t happened, and spent a very enjoyable few minutes kissing and cuddling, indulging in some good-natured groping , fondling, tickling and squeezing, before I grew silent, trying to frame properly what I wanted to say.
Lori immediately picked up that something was on my mind, and, concern, and a little apprehension flickering across her face, asked me what was the problem.
“Darling Girl, there’s something I want to tell you, and I don’t quite know how to start.”
Immediately, dread and imminent loss flickered in her glorious eyes, as she started telling herself that this was all a fantasy and I was going to leave her after all, so I rushed to put her mind at ease.
“Stop that, now! This is nothing bad; it’s about us, and what it means to us! I’m not going anywhere, not without you, you minxy little sexpot, we’re in this for the long-haul now!”
Lori looked relieved, but now puzzlement was darkening her eyes as she looked at me quizzically.
“Baby-Girl, you remember you said you can smell me on my freshly washed and pressed shirts, when all I can smell is laundry detergent and fabric conditioner?”
She nodded, looking mystified
“Well, I remember reading an article in a medical journal that there is considerable anecdotal evidence that some women can develop extreme olfactory hypersensitivity, for a variety of medical reasons, but one of the most common and well recorded causes… is pregnancy.”
She looked at me blankly for a second, then looked at me closely, looking for the rejection she feared, to turn away, tears starting in her beautiful, incredible, startling eyes.
“Oh Davey, I know what I said and did before, but I don’t want to trap you into anything, I promise you, I just…” she trailed off, probably because I was grinning like a pumpkin, then pulling her close to kiss her nose, her eyes, licking her tears away, licking her lips, and finally a long, satisfying, sloppy kiss.
Lori pulled away to look into my eyes, her wondrous eyes darker, more violet than blue, as she collected her thoughts.
“Does this change things, Davey? Between us, I mean.”
“In what way, Angel-May?” I retorted, “We want babies, lots of babies, maybe we caught one already, what could possibly be wrong in that?”
I was still grinning like an idiot, the prospect of having the family I wanted, with the girl I loved, was hiking-up my libido several notches and it showed.
“You say the nicest things, Darling Boy!” she purred, not slow to note my arousal, and stroking me as she stroked herself.
“We have a couple of hours before dinner, Davey, you want to fool around a little?” she asked, looking most especially appealing. Her skin was glowing with health; her eyes were bright and shading to violet, indicating to me that she was truly in the mood to play; her hair smelled of fresh peaches and girl, and her scent, that spicy, cotton-candy aroma of hers, was driving me to distraction.
I slid down to find her lips, kissing and probing with my tongue, while my hands explored her body, touching, caressing, pinching lightly and twirling. Lori in turn was being no less tactile, rubbing and squeezing my genitals, scraping her thumb across the tip of my penis, and generally keying me up, without trying to tip me over the edge.
By now, she was lying down next to me, and so I moved to kneel between her thighs, sliding her down the bed until she was lying flat. She guessed what I wanted, and stretched out luxuriantly, lifting her pelvis as I slipped my hands under her buttocks, pulling her even closer to me, as I stretched out and began exploring her swelling labia with my tongue, stabbing and lapping, probing the slick, succulent flesh, the taste of her mingling inextricably with her own scent, at once sweet, salty, tangy and spicy. I continued probing and licking, and she began to murmur in appreciation, small tremors running through her as I lapped against her clitoris, the bud starting to emerge from its hood and harden as she became more and more aroused.
I was becoming inflamed by the smell of her, the taste of her, the nearness of her, and the pheromones she was releasing were beginning to again play trills and arpeggio’s on my limbic system, where the most primitive and basic urges live. I had to have more of her! I snarled wordlessly and pulled her even closer, getting back to my knees to pull her up against my mouth, her head and neck resting on the bed, the rest of her body pulled in close to me, her shoulders almost lying on my thighs. I clamped my arm tightly around her midsection, holding her in to me, with her pussy pulled up high against my mouth, where I could lap and suck, and tease, and taste her delicious juices.
Lori pushed herself even closer in to me, her legs now so bent over her feet were almost touching the bed behind her, and her anus presented perfectly for my exploring tongue.
With quick, flicking movements of my tongue, barely caressing the pink flesh of her anal entrance, I let her know what my intentions were.
“You… dirty…. dirty, fucker” she gritted, “yes… do it now, now, harder… yes… fuck! harder!” lifting her legs and resting the backs of her thighs on my shoulders so she was almost upside down, her back to me, squirming her shoulders so she could hold me to stop herself slipping back down
I obliged, pulling her up until her buttocks were almost in my face, her anus right under my nose, and bored in with my tongue, as deep as I could reach, rasping and lapping at all of her anal tube that I could reach. At the same time, I reached around her thigh to stroke and rub her clitoris, sliding my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, while the palm of my hand, lubricated with her free-flowing juices, rubbed inexorably back and forth over her clitoris.
There could be only one outcome.
When her orgasm came, I could feel her muscles thrumming like high-tension power cables, the tendons in legs taut, and her blood drumming in my ears as her thighs clamped on either side of my head. It built in a series of waves, her gasps getting louder, sharper, less controlled, until finally she came with a shattering scream, hands digging into my thighs as a flood of her feminine juices sprayed across my mouth and chin, tangy, sweet and spicy, a distillation of her own special essence. Her nails gripped me painfully as she hung on to her position and rode out the waves of orgasm pulsing through her, her eyes screwed shut, tears leaking from under her tight-shut eyelids.
Eventually, gradually, she came down, sagging against me, limp and unresisting, her stomach muscles jumping and quivering in reaction and aftershock, in the throes of ‘Le petit mort’, her head lolling on the bed, her face calm, totally at rest.
At last, she opened her eyes, to see me looking down at her. She reached out and stroked my arm.
“Hello, Doctor Man”, she slurred sleepily, a sweet, relaxed smile on her face. I was somewhat less than relaxed. Her juices, the taste, smell and sight of her, had given me a truly epic hard on, and she noticed it, reaching down to trail her fingers across the tip, making me jump and shiver.
“That didn’t do much for you, did it, my poor baby Boy?” she smiled, “let me make it up to you. This is all for you, Davey.”
She was wrong about that; I was reared-up, more erect than I had ever been, my penis bone-hard and inflexible.
Lori opened her legs, running her fingers up and down her crevice, lubricating her finger properly with her own juices, and then sliding her finger into her anus, dipping it in slowly at first, gradually inserting her finger in as far as it would go, then another finger, working away at her ring, loosening herself for me. Sweat began to sheen her forehead, and I knew she was nearly ready for me.
“Come here, Lover Boy, I have a present for you!” she husked at me, and I shuffled forward on my knees, to cover her with my body, seeking out her lips as I kissed her, this beautiful girl, my lover, my sister, my soon-to-be wife, and now, maybe, hopefully, the mother of my child.