“Sounds good,” he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn’t hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy’s cum before he kisses me. If… he kisses me.
“So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?” he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard nipples, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top.
“Finally put my psychology degree to use,” I answer, not to mention the tits you’re staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of my tank top across my erect nipples. I’d be surprised if he couldn’t smell the lustful aroma emanating from between my legs.
“Well,” he says, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze from my tits to my face. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” he says awkwardly.
I take the beer from his hand and set it on the counter. Stepping close to him, I look up into his eyes.
“Here we are again,” I whisper as we stand toe to toe.
“Yeah. I guess we are,” he answers, nervously.
“Jenny’s out of town. I’m sort of babysitting Jeremy again,” I say. “You didn’t come up here just to ask about Jeremy, did you?” I ask as I run my hands up his chest and entwine my fingers behind his neck.
“No, I guess I didn’t,” he says, tentatively placing his hands on my hips. “Sara, I love your sister,” he’s almost whispering as he pulls my body tightly against his.
“I know,” I nod.
“But I’ve thought about that night every day for the past ten years. I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind,” he says. My heart beats faster as he starts a slow rhythmic grind, pushing himself against my pussy mound.
“Me either, John,” I sigh, pressing my lips to his. Then we’re all a tangle of buttons and snaps as he pulls my top up and I unbutton his shirt. We break the kiss long enough for him to pull my top over my head. I’m frantically working at the buttons on his shorts while he already has mine around my knees. He’s sucking my nipple into his mouth as he pushes my shorts lower and I step out of them.
“Ohhh! John!” I moan as he slips his hand into the front of my panties. I finally get his shorts unfastened and pull his underwear down far enough to release his hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I stroke up and down the entire length.
“Damn, Sara,” he says, staring at me quizzically as his fingers encounter my saturated pussy. “You’re really wet!” he says as he pulls away from me, kicking his shorts off and sliding my panties down to my ankles. Kneeling on the floor in front of me as I step out of my wet panties, he rubs his face against my trimmed mound before flicking his tongue into my dripping hole.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I cry as my legs buckle under me. John grabs me around the waist and lifts me onto the countertop. Leaning back against the cupboards, I spread my legs as he lowers his face to my anxious pussy. Pushing my thighs apart with his hands, he licks all the way from my asshole to my engorged clit, sending incredible sensations through my whole body.
“Ohhhhh! Fuck!” I scream as I grab his head and hold his mouth against my wanton pussy. “Eat me, you bastard!” I hiss at him. “I’ve waited ten fucking years for you to come back for more, now make it worthwhile!” I chastise him and encourage him at the same time. I’ve wanted him for so fucking long but now I’m mad at him for coming back! My feelings right now are so conflicted that I just ignore them and focus on the pleasure his tongue is giving me.
“Ohhhhhhhh! Yeah!” I moan as his tongue finds my clit and licks it repeatedly. “Suck it, John!” I breathe. “Suck my clit.” He complies, slipping two fingers into my fiery pussy as he wraps his lips around my pleasure button. Ohmygod! I’m in heaven. It’s been so fucking long!
“Yeessssssss! Fucking yes!” I yell, pulling his hair as I bash my pussy against his mouth. “Keep doing that! Exactly that!” I pant as my orgasm builds to its peak. “Oh fuck! Oh John! Oh fuck!” I’m rocking my ass on the counter, pulling him into my pussy!
“I’m cummmmming!” I yell as he sucks my knob while flicking his tongue against it, pushing me over the edge. I explode in a flood of juices that he hungrily laps up and I squeeze my legs together crushing his ears with my thighs. Shaking and shivering, I jerk spasmodically from the orgasmic aftershocks and finally relax my thighs. John gasps for air and then continues licking the juices dripping from my quivering pussy.
John picks me up and turns us around, setting my bare ass cheeks on the edge of the kitchen table. The table is lower than the counter and my pussy is now level with his hard cock. I fleetingly think about sucking him off first but he spreads my legs and plunges his cock into my drenched pussy before I complete the thought. Lying back, I pull my knees up as he slides my ass towards him, positioning me at the edge of the table. Jackhammering his thick cock into my highly aroused cunt, he grabs my thighs to keep me from sliding away.
This not how I envisioned it for the past ten years, lying on my kitchen table while he pounds into me. I momentarily wonder how Jeremy’s doing on his date as my orgasm builds from the depths of his dad’s intense penetration. I finally have John inside me again, and thoughts of his son distract me from my pleasure! John’s relentless pounding quickly brings me back.
“Ohhhhhh! Fuck! John!” I pant each word on the forward thrust of his cock. “So… fucking… good!” I moan as I grab the edge of the table and try to buck my ass up to match his feverish rhythm. Leaning forward, he grabs my tits, mauling them in his hands and the pleasure is almost unbearable. He continues to slam his cock into my enflamed pussy and I’m almost there… I can feel it building… so close! Slap! Slap! Slap! Flesh against flesh. His upper thighs smack my ass cheeks as his cock drills my pussy.
“Arrrgggghhhhh! Fuuuuuuuccccck!” I scream as my orgasm rips through my body, releasing the floodgates inside my pussy and soaking John’s fervently pounding cock. He thrusts deep inside me and I’m sure I feel his cum shooting into me as his body jerks against my widespread thighs. We convulse against each other, shakily riding out the waves of pleasure before he collapses on my chest and pushes his tongue into my mouth. Kissing him passionately, I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him locked inside my spasming pussy.