He whispered into her ear, repeating the things he’d told her. He finished with, “You looked so beautiful when you finally came, that it was like watching angels. It was perfect. I love you.” He felt her squeeze his chest in acknowledgement.
He let her rest for some time, but she’d been right. It had been a long time since his last meal.
He wondered how long he could fuck her before one or the both of them fainted from hunger. Best move it along, they had days to fuck before they had to leave for the real world.
She was still half asleep as he pulled out of her. He rolled her off onto her side. She could sleep if she wanted, but he needed to fuck her some more. He sat up and lifted her upper leg, raising it up to chest height. She opened her eyes to find out what was happening. He threw his leg over her lower leg and shinnied up until his dick was again pointing at her pussy, which still looked wet.
“What…?” she started to ask, but he pushed his dick forward and it slipped right in again until it was buried in her pussy. “Oh!” she said.
“You don’t need to do anything, Emma, I’ve got this. I just need this now.” He set up a rhythm, pushing a little toward her clit as he slid in. After a few minutes, he felt her pelvis pushing into him as he bottomed. Her pussy was so slick that there was almost no effort in moving into her. It was almost hypnotic and he got lost in the rhythm. He was pulled out of it when she started vocalizing again.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The sounds were aligned with the movement of her pelvis. Her raised leg was leaning against his shoulder, leaving his hand free. He saw that by extending his fingers, he could roll her clit. When he did, she gasped and said urgently, “Yes, yes! Do that!”
His other arm was dangling rather uselessly, nowhere to go and nothing to do. Again caught up in the rhythm of the motion, he idly watched her moving under him, and thought, “That really is a fantastic ass. I should take a picture of that ass to keep in my wallet.” And as her ass jiggled with each thrust, he thought, “I wonder what she thinks about spanking?”
He swatted her ass with his open hand. She said, “Unh,” surprised. He did it again. “Unh.” He reached down and squeezed her ass cheek, and she said, “Ooohh.”
He fucked her a little faster now, and started to feel a twinge in his back. Probably can’t keep this up for much longer. Emma’s voice had changed, sounding tighter, and saying, “Oh, fuck, almost, almost…”
Ken reached underneath, where he felt a tangled pubic hair that was causing some slight discomfort. He found it and corrected it, and realized that his dick was as wet as Emma’s cunt, dripping, and now his fingers were wet, too.
He put his hand back on her ass cheek and pushed his middle finger an inch into her ass. The reaction was not what he expected. “Oh, Jesus, YES, that’s it, baby, I’m cumming, fuck me hard, don’t stop!”
He’d learned early on, if a woman responded positively to something you were doing, keep doing it. Whether it was writing love letters, buying her flowers, holding the door for her, keep doing it. So he kept pushing the finger in and out of her ass as she choked and gasped out disconnected words. In the middle of a word, she fell forward onto the bed and went silent. The leg he was holding now felt like a dead weight, so he lowered it to the bed.
He squirmed his way off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. He was suddenly aware that he was thirsty, so he unwrapped one of the plastic cups, filled it with water and drained it. He splashed some cold water onto his face. As he wiped himself off with a hand towel, he saw his erection was still pointing straight out.
Back in the bedroom, Emma was flat on her stomach, legs spread. He could see her butthole peeking out, and her wet pussy still glistening in the light from the floor lamp. Maybe he could climb on top of her and pump her pussy until he shot his load. He needed to do something about this pretty soon.
He sat on the bed and admired her body. It was surprising. She — or her mother — had hid it so well, that neither he nor any of his friends had any inkling of how fantastic a body she had. Look at the curve of that butt, and the way it joins so effortlessly to her thighs. He put his hand on her butt to caress it and she moaned.
Well, maybe there’s some life there after all, he thought. He extended his hand and slid it between her legs, his fingers sliding down her damp pussy. It took almost no effort to extend one finger and let it slip into her cunt, it was so slick.
“Oh, Jesus, Ken, that’s so arousing and I’m so tired I can’t do anything about it.”
“I love your body, baby. I may wake you up every so often because I get a sudden urge to suck a nipple or lick your clit. Fair warning.”
“I don’t think I can do anything, I’m so wasted from that last one. So it’s your fault.”
“How about you get up on your hands and knees? You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work. I won’t be able to sleep with this hard-on. Which you gave me, I hasten to point out.”
“It’s always the woman’s fault. Always. Gimme a minute.”
She really did look like she was struggling, but eventually got onto her knees and let her torso fall forward onto the bed, leaving her ass in the air. She spread her knees a bit further apart until she was stable, then said, “Okay.”
He felt his breath stop in his throat. Look at that ass, it’s perfect. Her pussy was swollen, open and wet, waiting for his dick. His dick! He knee-walked forward, pointed his dick at her pussy, and slid in slowly, all the way.
He grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading it, as he pistoned into her cunt. Occasionally he’d put his hands onto her hips and pull her back onto his dick at the moment he pushed in. He could feel something happening, there was a sense of urgency where there hadn’t been before.
In and out, like clockwork, and it was almost like one of those old-time cuckoo clocks where the action starts before the chimes begin to sound. A little figure comes out a door, jerkily, slowly raises a hammer to strike a wooden gong, and finally the chimes begin to mark the hour. He was at the point of walking jerkily out the door.
He’d been so wrapped up in the rhythm of summoning his release, that he hadn’t been aware that she was mumbling under him. It was so quiet he had to listen closely to hear. She was saying, “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, close now.” Almost like she was leaving clues for him, so he could plan his actions.
He’d been working at a medium pace, one that didn’t require too much energy. He felt he was close enough now that he should put a bit more effort into it so he could reach the end. He pushed a little faster, making sure to bottom in her pussy with a wet sound of bodies slapping together.
There it was, he could feel it getting close now, won’t be long.
He slapped her ass with an open hand and her head raised up, but she was too worn to berate him. He slapped her other cheek, and she went “Nnngg”. Every twenty seconds or so he’d swat her ass until she was saying “Fuck!” each time he did.