I gasped happily as I kept myself fully inserted, reveling as her inner muscles writhed and massaged the cock that they encased. Wendy grabbed my ass and her almost desperate grip did its part to keep me buried inside her. She kissed me again, fiercely, ending with a light bite of my lower lip. She pressed her forehead against mine, loosened the grip of her hands, looked me in the eye, and growled, “Get. On. With. It!”
My lower lip tugging against the gentle grip of her teeth, I slowly pulled almost half way out of her, then ran myself back in again, marginally faster. I repeated this, at various depths, but with the same agonizing slowness over and over again, torturing both of us with my restraint.
Again and again, I slowly plumbed her slipperily resistant depths. Wendy released my lip so she could slowly pant in response. I needed to brace myself against the table, so I was only able to spare one hand to rise and once more grasp a magnificent tit. I squeezed it between my third, fourth, and fifth fingers and the heel of my palm, while my index finger and thumb rolled an eagerly hard nipple between them.
The rhythm and depth of my thrusts was perfect. It had us both trembling from the stimulation, and but was not enough to drive either of us up the final slope to climax. I smugly told myself that I could keep this up for as wondrously long as I wanted, with my cock sending gentle, eloquent telegrams of joy to my brain with each passage into Wendy’s depths.
Her tits ended up being the problem, though. They were just too good. I could not resist tugging at and mauling the one in my hand, and Wendy clearly loved the attention. In response, she wrapped one of her legs up and around me, adjusting my angle of entry slightly but with significant results.
Both of us reacted to the new, more stimulating passage of my thrusts. Wendy, began to moan more forcefully, but still quietly. My hips could no longer be restrained and my pace quickened. The pleasure messages to my brain became more and more urgent and my thrusts became harder and faster. I tried to restrain myself, but that effort only heightened the sensations without slowing me at all.
Wendy arched her torso backwards, only keeping from falling onto the table by her grasp on my gyrating backside. Her hands, of course, moved with my thrusts, and her breast that was not trapped in my grasp began to flop magically just out of phase with my own efforts to invade her.
Suddenly, Wendy shrieked, biting down urgently to cut off any more high-volume exclamations as I felt her body shudder beneath me. The feel of ripping that orgasm from her depths without warning was immensely satisfying, and a real turn on. As turned on as I already was, I realized urgently that I was also going to come myself, in just moments.
“Out or in?” I gasped, desperately trying to hold on for her answer against the sudden wave of sensory overload that was washing against me.
“Out for today,” Wendy gasped, still shuddering. “I want to see it!”
She released my ass with one hand, then the other, slapping them back onto the table to support herself and released me from the hold of her leg as I pulled backward and my cock popped free, not a moment too soon. The second I was out of her, my valiant defense failed and my balls boiled as they shot a huge stream of jizz out over Wendy’s belly. The white stuff dropped in a wide stream across her belly, still heaving with her gasps for air.
I was hazily proud for just a moment that I had produced such a prodigious load when my cock spasmed again and shot a second blast that landed on her torso, just short of the distance achieved by the first. Wendy reached out to grab my cock and began to jack it hard, lying back on the table, unable to support herself any longer. Her hand felt great, great enough to draw a few smaller, weaker, but still amazing feeling spurts from my shaft.
We both looked down at her absolutely cum-sodden belly and simultaneously began to laugh, probably louder than we should have. Her hand did not leave my cock, but at least she had pity on me and stopped jacking it before I had a stroke from over-stimulation.
“Holy. Cow,” I gasped. “You are so damned good at this!”
“And you are just…” Wendy said, pausing for a tiny aftershock, “as good as advertised!”
“Just you wait for Friday,” I said in a mock warning tone. “I have so many more ways I want to molest your body.”
“Oh yeah,” said Wendy idly. She reached down and wiped a finger-load of jizz from her belly and sucked on it. “If those worms in last period start to make a mess again Friday, we will have to sit on them!”
“You slap them around. I’ll sit on them,” I chuckled. “They most certainly do not deserve to have you sitting on them!”
Somehow I disentangled myself from Wendy and went to grab her a fresh cleaning towel. She wiped the rest of my spume off her belly and wadded up the towel, burying it deep in the dirty pile where no one would notice. We dressed quickly, and kissed a final, fierce kiss before dressing and slipping away separately to our respective cabins. The homestretch of my time at Camp Dickinger was going to me epic.