Sybil had given us the end bedroom, conveniently situated at the opposite end of the L-shaped house from her own, so we had reasonable privacy; the bedroom door was thick, heavy oak, adding even more sound-proofing, which was useful, given Lori’s propensity for screaming out my name (and other things) while in the throes of passion…
Even as I was shutting the door behind me, Lori was attacking my shirt, popping the buttons while I unbuckled and dropped my slacks. Lori got tired of trying to pop my shirt buttons, resorting to yanking my shirt over my head and throwing it behind her as her hand dived inside my shorts to find and squeeze her favourite plaything.
My hands were equally busy, fumbling with the button and zipper of her leather jeans, popping the waistband then sliding inside to cup and squeeze her warm satiny backside. I raised an eyebrow and grinned at her when I discovered she wasn’t wearing a thong, as I’d assumed, or indeed panties of any description, my cock stiffening even further at the thought of her being commando while surrounded by family and friends…
I spun her round and slid my hands up under her top to squeeze and tease her lovely firm puppies, her nipples stiff and straining under my fingers. Lori groaned as I squeezed them lightly, making them even more stiff, it that were possible.
“God, yes, Davey, that’s so nice, do it some more, gently, baby, ooohhh… yess…” she murmured, pushing her jeans down so she could press her firm, tight, curvaceous, wonderfully womanly bum into my groin, trapping my cock in the cleft between her cheeks; no flat-as-a- teenage boy bum for me, if I wanted a girl with no curves I’d be dating a stick insect, not this scenic, sexy, perfect specimen of mature femininity I was married to!
“Like that, baby?” she murmured, and as I licked her ear in affirmation, she reached back and slid my shorts half way down my thighs, freeing my cock to press between her naked cheeks, then once again doing that slow rise and fall she did so well, masturbating me between the cheeks of her beautiful arse.
I can only take so much of her teasing me like this; I can never let go of the fact that she’s an amazingly beautiful woman, and the knowledge that she’s mine has a powerful aphrodisiac effect on me, so any teasing and foreplay she indulges in first time round is of necessity going to be short-lived, and what she was doing right now was yanking my testosterone levels up to eardrum-bursting levels.
I enjoyed the feel of her muscular bum massaging and rubbing my cock as she slid up and down against me, but human flesh has its limits, and when it comes to Lori, I have a fairly low threshold of foreplay before I have to shove myself into her and fuck her like a wild man, something she knows all too well.
She could feel my cock twitching as my own level of arousal climbed, and just when I thought I reached the point where I was going to have to yank her jeans all the way off and plough into her, she spun round and dropped to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth and licking the end while simultaneously jabbing a sharp fingernail momentarily into my perineum; that pulled me back from the brink, believe me! So now she’d pulled me back from the edge, she concentrated on taking me there again, her mouth a warm wet delight as she sucked and licked me expertly.
My knees were trembling with the effort of holding me upright; while I wanted this delightful torture to continue, I also wanted to slip between her smooth thighs and bury myself deep in her most secret places; I wanted to fuck her so badly right then it was untrue, and Lori knew exactly what she was doing as she built me up to a fever pitch.
At last, her hot, wet mouth pulled away from me, and she looked up at me, winking as she grinned.
“That should guarantee some fireworks, Darling Boy, happy now? Now, will you please just fuck me really hard, Davey, I need my beauty sleep and I like the way you tranquilise me, so get to it…”
To hear is to obey, and as we were already mostly naked, kicking off what was left was the work of a moment, saving me time that I could profitably spend sticking bits of me into conveniently shaped bits of her. As I dragged her down on top of me, Lori grinned and rubbed noses with me.
“Three months ago you’d almost forgotten about me, I was just the scrawny kid sister you abandoned, and now you’ve married me, dragged me half a world away from my home, knocked me up, and scared the living shit out of me; I think I’ll keep you, you make life interesting, Denham, I’ll give you that.”
I responded by grabbing hold of her spectacular buttocks and pulling them apart as I ground my steely cock against her damp pussy, at the same time slipping a finger into her tight little rusty bullet-hole, the sensation making her gasp lightly, then smile knowingly at me with one eyebrow raised, doing a perfect ‘Charlie’ at me.
“I didn’t abandon you, wench; I asked about you every time I called for eight years, and you always refused to speak to me, or has that just slipped your extremely selective memory? Anyhoo, you wanted to get knocked-up, remember? I was just happy to be of service. As for the scaring, sorry about that, but now perhaps you finally understand why I loathe and avoid that decrepit dump!”
Lori grinned at that, and ground herself against me, the feel of her hot, wet labia against the underside of my cock doing all sorts of things to my head. Lori saw the blissed-out expression on my face and grinned again, her amazing violet eyes sparkling with humour, happiness, and a good helping of sheer, unbridled, ‘fuck me now’ animal lust.
She ground against me a couple more times, just to make sure I got the message, then sat upright as she straddled me, lifting up to slide me into her succulent wet peach of a pussy, the feeling as she tightened around me making me twitch and almost blow my balls there and then.
“Like that, baby?” she cooed, leaning down to lick my lips and pulling away with a grin as I tried to kiss her back, so I had to content myself with holding and gently squeezing her beautiful breasts and outstandingly stiff nipples. As soon as I squeezed them her eyes widened, and I realised they were starting to become sensitive, so I stopped, instead sliding my hands down her torso to hold and squeeze her taut cheeks instead, my hands revelling in the silky smooth taut, rounded firmness of her delightful bottom.
The perfectly sculpted hillocks of horniness fitted my hands as though made for me, and in my mind they were, everything about her conforming perfectly to my ideal of Goddess/Wife/Female Perfection/Woman of My Dreams, all reinforced by those two firm, muscular handfuls flexing and straining as she writhed and ground on top of me.
Lori began to pump a little faster against me, her pussy squeezing me rhythmically now, and that tell-tale pink flush creeping down her throat and spreading across her chest and shoulders told me she was close, only a little more would push her over the edge, so I gave her some assistance.
As she ground against me, I began pumping back up to meet her thrusts, her eyes closing as orgasm hovered in the wings, her hips moving even faster now as she ground and gyrated above me, gasping every time I pumped back up as she ground down on me.
Her orgasm hit her like a body-blow, her eyes squeezing shut as her whole body shuddered and trembled on me, her thighs locking against my midriff as her hands cupped and massaged her breasts. I could feel the waves of her orgasm as they pulsed and battered through her, every least sensation transmitted down into my body and calling to me to join her; how I held off I don’t know; even my stock selection of repulsive mental images kept in reserve to slow or push orgasm back, (images of Margaret Thatcher, Idi Amin naked, Hilary Clinton in a micro-bikini, Colonel Gadaffi puckering up for a kiss) weren’t working too well, and I resorted to gritting my teeth and mentally reciting the bones of the skeleton to try and take my mind off the sight of all that feminine gorgeousness trembling and gasping above me.
It worked, and as Lori slumped down on top of me, heart hammering and her body twitching as mini-shocks rolled and rippled through her, I still hadn’t succumbed to my own orgasm, but I had a plan to fix that! Lori eventually raised herself up again to look at me, her face and neck still flushed so adorably, sexily, from her recent orgasm.
“What about you baby, what’s wrong, you didn’t…?”
I grinned at her and licked her chin as I playfully pulled her bum cheeks apart, pulling her anus open.
“Ooooh, naughty!” she squeaked, and grinned down at me, “I know what you want, you dirty little beast, how can I stop you, I’m completely under the spell of your big ole pussy-hammer, Doctor Denham! Daddy warned me there’d be days like this, I should have listened to him…” she lisped at me, making me grin even wider.
Lori sat up on me, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around my cock, still embedded to the hilt in her tight wet succulence, and raised up higher to allow me to slide out and lie along my belly, glistening wetly. Now she leaned back down and kissed me, then seemed to think about it, and kissed me again, then again, until our lips were locked together, our tongues fencing and twining around each other’s. My hands squeezed and massaged her tight bum, pulling her cheeks open while she slid a finger alternately along the wet crease of her pussy and slid it into the tight little knot of her anus. While she was lubricating her tight hole, I kept hold of her bum cheeks, pulling them apart to stretch her as she carefully lubricated herself with her own copious juices.
When she was ready, Lori again sat upright, and raised herself up slightly, and taking hold of my by now bone-hard cock, rubbed the lubricant seeping from me over her pussy before once more impaling herself on me, but I knew she was just lubricating me. She once again rose up, allowing me to slide out of her, and, holding me steady against her tight little bum-hole, slowly slid me into her. Her eyes widened as my girth stretched her anus open, the head pressing against her ring. A few seconds of pressure, and suddenly I “popped” in past the ring, Lori giving a gasping yelp as I did so, then slowly slid into the depths of her taut, muscular bum as she finished impaling herself on me.
“Christ, Davey!” she gasped, “I thought I told you to stop feeding this thing, that was a real effort, whoo!” she grinned, leaning down to lightly lick my lips.
“I told you, Princess, I only feed him blue-eyed Iowa brunettes.” I grinned, and Lori grinned at that.
“Then he’s getting too much exercise, the boy is definitely bulking-up…” she grinned, and reached behind herself to gently squeeze my balls, sending a sudden zing of pleasure through me.