I gradually slid my thumb into her pussy, pumping slowly, in time with my laps at her clitoris, finally removing my thumb altogether. She moaned at that, but then I slid my lubricated thumb into her anus, making her gasp and clamp her lips tighter around my cock. Her clitoris was now fully engorged, pale and hard, a perfect target for my probing tongue. Her juices ran and oozed onto my chin and down my neck, the scent making me plate her harder with my tongue, with longer, slower strokes, now rasping firmly and exclusively at her wet, oily clitoris, while my thumb pumped in and out of her anus.
The end came suddenly, convulsively. Lori clamped her mouth down on my cock as her orgasm ripped though her, her thighs drummed around my ears as her vulva rippled and trembled, opening and closing like a portal as the walls pulsed in time to the waves running through her.
As she began to come down, she sucked harder, gently running her nails along my straining penis as she pumped in time to her suctioning. When, finally, she squeezed my scrotum gently, rhythmically, I could hold back no longer.
As I came, Lori deliberately pulled her head away, to spray my spunk over her face and neck, onto her lips, and into her open mouth, spurt after spurt, until I had nothing left to ejaculate, and my convulsing cock dry heaved and twitched until my orgasm had passed. As I calmed down, she gave the head a final soft lick and swirl with her tongue, polishing and cleaning it as, at last, I began to soften.
Lori scootched around to face me, looking like every man’s ultimate pornographic fantasy, streaks, splatters and long translucent ropes of sperm criss-crossing her face and dripping from her chin onto her neck and upper chest. She gave me a dazzling smile, and a pecked “Thank you, Darling!” before sliding off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. I slumped back, truly buggered, completely shagged-out and unable to think coherently, except to think muzzily to myself ‘Damn, that girl smells EXACTLY like Christmas!’ I never heard her come back in: I was out for the count.
I awoke to my two favourite things in the world; the sight of Lori, naked except for my shirt (again!), and the scent of fresh coffee. She was sitting cross-legged next to me, looking gravely at me over the top of her cup, a long slow smile breaking out when she saw me open my eyes.
“Hello Sleepy Sam, a very good morning to you!” she grinned, “I thought you were going to sleep all day! Daylight’s wasting Mister, get up and have some breakfast, I ordered the full English for you, and may God have mercy on your arteries, so uppee, uppee, rise and shinee!”
At last, I thought, no more bloody croissants, followed by another thought; is that me? Dear God, it is me, shit, I really need a shower!
“Can it wait 10 minutes, baby? I really need to use the shower.”
She dimpled. “10 minutes, then I’m sending it away, clock’s ticking, stud!”
Well within the 10 minutes, I was sitting and chatting over a leisurely breakfast with my beautiful sister/lover/wife-to-be, with no need, for once, to rush anywhere. Lori was done with shopping, she had what she wanted, and it wasn’t in her nature to shop pointlessly, so I watched her, an entertainment I never tired of.
After a while, she stood up and stretched luxuriously.
“So Doctor Man, what do you want to do today?”
My eyes said it all, which Lori picked up immediately, raising one eyebrow at me archly, a mannerism she had copied, or inherited directly, from Charlie, a slow grin spreading across her face.
“You dirty little pervert, down boy!” she giggled, “I meant do some sightseeing or something!”
The sights I was seeing were quite enough for me right now, all my systems jumping to attention as I watched her lovely, toned, phenomenally pneumatic body ripple and quiver as she stretched.
“If you want this to go down, you’ll have to do something about it!” I snickered at her, watching her erect nipples dance and jiggle inside her open shirt.
“We’ll see!” she retorted, walking across the bedroom toward the bathroom, with me ogling her world-beater of a bum, bobbing around under the tail of her shirt like two rabbits screwing in a pillowcase. She stopped at the bathroom door, looked over her shoulder at me with a tiny smile, and let her shirt slide off, before undulating through the door without another backwards glance.
I know an invitation when I see one, so I hurriedly gulped the rest of my coffee to fortify myself, dropped my robe and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Inside, Lori had stepped into the wet-room, her shape slightly indistinct in among the steam billowing out of the entrance, but I knew where she was alright, I could see enough to get me very interested indeed.
She was busy soaping her marvellous body, her hands cupping her breasts as she looked over at me, that wicked, lip-biting grin again telling me she had something on her dirtily inventive mind, and so I stepped up to her, sliding my hands around her to cup and squeeze her buttocks and pull her into me, feeling my erect cock lying against her equally firm abdomen. I began running my hands up and down, feeling her up from her lumbar dimples to the tops of her thighs, enjoying immensely the feel of the slippery flesh, the heft and spring of her cheeks, and the warmth and slipperiness of the cleft between them.
Lori, meanwhile, had soaped-up my cock, sliding her hand up and down from root to apex, her other hand holding the back of my head as we kissed and licked each other,
I was definitely feeling the need to progress, and Lori, sensing my need, pulled me further under the spray, washing the soap off me, and, with a sweet smile, dropped to her knees, sliding her lovely lips around my straining penis. She licked and lapped, rubbing the head with the flat of her tongue, staring up at me with those enormous blue-violet eyes, then rapidly sliding the tip into the sensitive slit at the end, making me jump as the sensation blasted up my spine from my tail-bone in a jolt of pleasure.
She continued lapping at the head, engulfing it with her lips, to begin a slow, suctioning, up-down bobbing. She looked so hot, so damned sexy like this, I had difficulty keeping upright, and I knew this was going to make me blow my top if she didn’t stop soon. I pulled away, raising her to her feet, answering her inquiring look by turning her to face the wall. She knew what I wanted to do, placing her hands flat against the wall, holding out her gorgeous rump, her labia clearly visible from the rear. I slid my hands around her, holding, squeezing and caressing her marvellous breasts, holding her close to slot my cock into her bum-cleft, the cheeks clenching rhythmically to massage my cock as I licked and kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders, but not hard enough to leave marks; you don’t deface a work of art, a marvel of nature, like that.
I could have kept this up for ages, the feel of her awesome buttocks enfolding my cock, her lovely firm breasts and erected nipples a delight to hold and squeeze, an amazingly erotic and satisfying experience.
At last, Lori decided she wanted to move it along, reaching behind to squeeze and fondle my scrotum, before holding my cock firmly and guiding it to her labia, working the tip of my cock around her entrance, prepping herself for the invasion to come, and then pushing back against me as I slowly pushed forward, sliding my cock into her in one long, slow glide, her breath hissing between her teeth as my cock invaded her pussy.
I slid one hand from her breast to rub and massage her flat stomach, intending to caress and touch her, to give her the same pleasure I was receiving, but got a head shake.
“Please Davy, sore. Let me, this is all for you, for last night.” She breathed. I understood immediately, and clasped hold of her breasts again, tweaking and twirling her nipples, making her gasp, before moving my hands down to her hips, marvelling anew at how even the small of her back, arched inwards to thrust out her buttocks, could be so unbelievably sexy.
She began pushing back against me as I thrust harder into her, the sound of my groin slapping against her loud in the shower room. Her gasps and my harsh breathing echoed as we speeded up, Lori now making mewing sounds, me desperately trying not to come yet, I wanted this to go on, for us to meet.
When Lori’s orgasm broke, she leaned back against me, grabbing the back of my neck, pushing herself into me, as the walls of her pussy squeezed tight around me, vaginal contractions rippling along the length of my cock. The combination of constriction and pulsing pushed me over the edge, my spunk rushing out of me in a muscular contraction almost painful in its intensity, the tip of my cock almost unbearably sensitised by all that had gone before.
I stood behind her, buried to the hilt, and groaned as spurt after spurt, semen I didn’t know I still had in me, pumped out of my twitching cock and rushed into her fluttering, convulsing pussy. Finally, I was able to slump against my darling, her head already leaning on the wall as her orgasm died away, both of us twitching and trembling in reaction, letting the hot spray drum over us, calming and re-invigorating both of us after the shattering sexual escapade we’d just indulged in.