“Nice size John fits me perfectly, not so big it’s uncomfortable but long and fat enough to make me feel full of cock. It’s time to fuck, I want it hard. I’ve been a naughty girl and need to be punished, fuck me like a two-dollar whore, fuck me hard, fill me with cum.”
I hammered at her wet cavern for five minutes or more while holding her against the wall, I stopped stroking as I walked her to the bed still impaled on my cock. Lying down her legs stayed wrapped around my waist the first few strokes, then her feet hit the mattress and she began pushing up into me with powerful thrusts. I pounded on her cunt for another twenty minutes, neither of us looking away other than to close our eyes from time to time, we stared into the other’s eyes as we neared a mutual climax. She’d had two already and I was going full speed ahead wanting mine to coordinate with hers, we nearly accomplished that, she went off about five seconds before I did.
Our bodies were covered in sweat, the sheets were soaked with perspiration and other bodily fluids. As my dick began to soften I could feel her Kegel muscles squeezing and relaxing around my dick, in no time I was hard again, ten minutes later we went going over the edge once more. This time we slumped next to the other and cuddled tight as we searched for oxygen, what an hour it had been, she was dozing off as I started to get up for something to clean her with.
She grabbed my hand, “Stay here, I don’t care about cum running out of me. When we wake up I want another round with me on hands and knees and my ass in the air. Have you ever fucked doggy flat foot? You have! Fantastic, that’s how I want the next load you pump into my pussy.”
When I woke at three, I got her onto her back, slid my hard cock into her well lubricated pussy and slowly stroked, as her eyes opened her lithe body reacted by pushing into me as I bottomed out. We were like that a few minutes when she patted my thigh, I pulled out and mounted her from behind, no foreplay was needed, I slid in without effort. I fucked her hard causing her tits to swing as I pounded her sweet ass, she cried, “Mount me motherfucker.” I knew what she wanted and went flat foot. I lasted a bit more than five minutes when her body began to shake and my balls began to erupt.
I was as deep as I could go as several streams of semen filled her vagina, she was whimpering and moaning as her body shook. As she pulled off and flopped forward I slapped her ass which produced a little squeal and ass shake from her, once she was prone I laid next to her. We apparently drifted off for a bit because there was daylight peeking around the curtains when we woke. Rolling out of bed she went to the bathroom, she peed and started the shower, I followed suit and was ready to step in the shower along with her.
We soaped and played and caressed and tweaked and just when I thought we were finishing she bent forward with her hands on the wall and her ass pointed to me, “Once more Johnny, I need your cock once more, we leave in two days, we can’t fuck enough between now and then. Come on, give it to me.”
My dick surprised me by hardening as soon as I saw the swollen pink pussy lips protruding between her thighs, waiting for me to fill her slutty little cunt with sperm before breakfast. After showering and dressing we left for home. When we walked into the kitchen mom gave us an odd look.
“Where were you two last night? Why do both of you look showered and refreshed.”
Sara spoke up, “We had a few too many glasses of beer so we grabbed a motel room then showered this morning to get the stench off before we came home.”
“Oh, okay, well I hope you had fun.”
Sara smiled as she winked at me, “Oh, we did mom, we did, more than we’d imagined.”
We didn’t do anything that day knowing we were leaving the next and wanted a long night together before we parted company. That night was a repeat of the former, I have no idea where my stamina came from, but I managed to satisfy her several times and me to cum twice that night. She admitted she was sore and swollen and would probably walk funny a few days but that it was well worth it, she was looking at my limp dick when she laughed.
“I think your love muscle needs some time to recoup as well, you look drained John. And it all went inside my pussy, mmm, mmm, good.”
Mom took us to the airport the next day. As it turns out we wouldn’t see one another for nearly fifteen months. We texted and called a few times just to stay in touch, but that’s what we were already doing before we had ever been in bed together, it wasn’t anything new. Sara got out not quite a year before I did and was working as a bartender at Jakes Tap. When I got home I moved in with Sara instead of mom, telling mother she needed her space and I needed mine. I knew she’d been seeing a guy and suspected they’d been doing the horizontal mombo, she didn’t object much. Sara and I resumed our once or twice a week fuck-a-thons at her apartment. It was during pillow talk one evening we solidified the idea of owning the tavern/eatery. Snuggled in tight with her leg over my hip, I could feel cum sliding down my body obviously from her thoroughly filled puss.
“I’ve got an idea John, hear me out. Jake wants to sell and retire in the worst way. We’ve talked about buying the tavern in the past, each have the inheritance money from when dad died. We’re well over the age of twenty-one so there aren’t any restrictions on how we use it. Why don’t we go together and buy the place, we could update and spruce up the kitchen then offer something better than frozen pizza and burgers. I know you aren’t fond of working the bar so you could be in the kitchen, and I’ll handle the bar, I kinda know all the regulars anyway.”
And that’s what we did, I worked the back when it was super busy and helped bounce people when needed, the two guys we hired for weekends were good but if more than one fight broke out more help was necessary. Thank god that happened very seldom, either one, the fights or having to help the bouncers. At some point I would usually help Sara at the bar, I would dispense beer and simple drinks while she did the more complex, I personally hated the fruity things with an umbrella some women wanted. Go to Hawaii if you want that crap.
*** Back to the present. ***
I watched someone I’d never seen before walk in looking like she wasn’t sure if she should be there, I’d seen that expression a hundred times, or maybe more. She didn’t look like the standard jilted housewife who was there to find a revenge fuck, she looked lost, Sara was being chatting up by some suit at the end of the bar. I waved at our guest and gestured toward a barstool. She was dressed modestly, cotton blouse and floral skirt, flats, what looked like panty hose or thigh high stay ups, a smart looking necklace with matching earrings. I noticed right away there were no rings on her left hand but the indentation of where some had been still visible.
She had a sad yet pleasant smile as I greeted her, “I’m John, what can I get you?”