She just began to jack me furiously with her hand and lifted her mouth free of my cock, leaving her lips wide open right above it. My hand jerked and clutched at her boob, and my hips rocked hard. I moaned loudly, possibly adding some incoherent words of thanks, as I felt a spasm of jizz spurting out and upward. I could easily see down there as the first jet leapt straight into her open, waiting mouth, but even though my vision got fuzzy after that first spurt, I was aware even at the time that my wild spray was painting more than her tongue.
With a gasp, I slumped onto the cushions, spent. She just bent and suckled on my dick for a moment or two, collecting the dregs of what had felt to me like a titanic explosion. When she straightened, I yelped. My cum was dripping from her chin, her nose, her cheeks, and even her eyebrows! I was actually a little horrified by how much there was, but she was more smug than dismayed.
With a wicked little smile, she leaned up to me and gave me a quick kiss. There was no mistaking the taste of something different in her mouth, and the kiss even smeared some of my own cum on my face. I’ll admit, part of me wanted to be grossed out, but most of me just wanted to laugh.
“It might take me a minute or two to get this off,” she grinned, and grabbing her top and bra, slid off out of the room. “Don’t move, I’m not done with you,” was the parting shot.
I collapsed on the couch, drinking a bit more of my beer, which was slowly getting warm. This did nothing for its appeal.
After a moment, I realized I still had a little of my own cum smeared on my cheek and upper lip, and nothing to clean it off with! I could have run to the bathroom, but I decided to do as I was told and stay right there. That Male thing inside me decided that she could lick it off herself when she got back. I grinned.
She must have gotten some in her hair, because she was gone a while. Long enough for my dick to almost completely go soft. I worried about that briefly, but I reassured myself in the knowledge that it was simply waiting, not exhausted.
At last, Mary reappeared from the kitchen area. She was all cleaned up and looked beautiful. Part of the reason she looked so beautiful was what she had decided to just dispense with the clothes altogether. She walked toward me utterly naked. Her legs swayed enticingly, the skin on those luscious thighs smooth as silk. Her shaven pussy winked at me atop them. Her soft belly curved up to those fucking amazing breasts that bounced like semaphores as she slunk back toward me. Her nipples were light, almost the color of her boobs overall, and it took me a moment in the low light to make out that the auroles were large, like two inches or more across. Those nipples were so fucking hard… Her teeth bit her lower lip as she turned and stood before me, short dark hair framing her pretty face.
Then she laughed. “You have cum on your face!”
“You should know,” I chuckled. “You put it there.” I leered a little. “Want to lick it off?”
She laughed a surprisingly throaty laugh for a girl who usually giggled. “Yes. In a minute.”
With that, she bent and tugged my pants completely free and tossed them aside, leaving me wearing nothing but my shirt.
“You cock really shrinks after it blows, doesn’t it?” Mary mused, straddling me with her knees on the edge of the couch. She reached out and stroked its now only four inch length. It jumped lightly in response. “I want to feel it grow inside of me,” she purred. My eyes widened and she slid forward right over my member. She slid one hand between her legs and spread her slit with her fingers. Her other hand grasped my dick, which was very, very slowly firming up again. She flopped it into position and with some effort slid its currently small, still largely flacid, shaft inside her.
That certainly got my dick’s attention, and I felt myself growing. It took its time though. I had just spurted titanically on her face just a few minutes before, I thought.
“Mmmm,” Mary murmured. “I can feel you getting harder… growing deeper inside me.” She slowly started unbuttoning my new shirt. Between the feeling of my root growing deeper into her soil, and the slow, deliberate way Mary unbuttoned my Robert Graham, I was in a sort of mesmerized heaven.
“Man, you are getting really deep inside me,” Mary gasped, pulling my shirt open. I leaned forward, and she slid it off my shoulders. I struggled with the last sleeve, but quickly broke my wrist free, tossed the shirt away with my pants, now as naked as the beautiful girl riding my lap. For me, the sensation was not so much about how deep I was growing into her, but how tight the space was becoming as my penis swelled while it lengthened.
I lifted my hands to her breasts and she gasped a little as I teased her nipples. Mary leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and with sudden enthusiasm, devoured the traces of cum that had been smeared on my face. That pushed me to full hardness. I grabbed her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and kissed her as hard as I could. She responded with equal ferocity.
And she began to rise and fall on my cock. Up and down she went, releasing many inches of me, then entrapping them once again. She broke off our kiss and arched her back with a moan. That thrust her boobs right at me and I clutched at them, bending forward to bury my face between. I pressed their warm, firm flesh against my face and just fucking loved life.
Mary shifted the angle of her hips again and seemed very satisfied with the results, as she began humping up and down on me with suddenly redoubled vigor. My face lost its place in her boobs and I leaned back to watch, letting my hands slide down to grasp her hips and help them move.
Her boobs were flopping wildly now as she rode me. The sight was mesmerizing. I could hear them as they moved, slapping down on her chest with each time she rose up above me.
For once, I did not have to worry about holding out, partly because I was getting better at it, partly because I had come so recently, I thought. But I mostly didn’t worry about it because, in an incredibly short time, Mary was overrun by a shattering orgasm atop my cock. Her insides spasmed wildly around me, her hips jerked, and she was taken by a fit of uncontrolled laughter, interspersed with gasps for air. It went on for a gloriously long time, in what seemed like waves, before this laughing, spasming, panting goddess finally collapsed forward against me, breasts mashing into my chest.
She lay there for almost a minute, unmoving except for her gasps for breath. Then she sat up, still impaled on me. She wiggled her hips, working me gently. “You haven’t come yet,” she said, seemingly pleased.