Spunk Mouth

Karen shuddered and moaned a bit, then stopped me and turned
around. Her breasts were red from my attention and her face was
getting flushed. Karen kissed me once, quickly, and then tugged
my bathing suit down. My six-inch cock (it may have been seven
then) sprang free from its long confinement and stood out proudly
as I stepped out of my only clothing. As Karen stood up, her
breasts brushed along my cock and gained a thin line of pre-cum.
She grabbed me by the cock, led me over to the bed, and left me
stretched out in the middle of the bed, watching her.
Karen walked over to the dresser and leaned against its
edge, next to the TV, which still played, ignored. She spread
her legs to show the large wet spot at the crotch of her bikini
bottoms. Then, she closed her eyes and began massaging her
breasts, tugging on the nipples and pressing the smooth globes
together with the sides of her arms. Almost involuntarily, her
right hand crept in little circles down to her navel, down to the
top of her bikini bottoms, down the blue fabric to run along her
slit. She brought fingers to her face, inhaled the scent, and
then licked what moisture there was free. The next time her hand
crept down, it slipped underneath her bikini. She put one hand
on the dresser behind her and raised her hips enough to slide the
bottoms free. I was exerting all my willpower to keep in place
and not explode right there from the erotic influence Karen was
having on me.

The room was fairly neat, but some clothes thrown on the
chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived
there. (I like a “lived in” look, provided it doesn’t cross the
line to messy) A decent-sized TV screen sat on the dresser,
facing the queen-sized bed. Karen popped the tape in the VCR and
started it. The sounds of sex came into being around us. Again,
I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her
breasts. She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards,
creating more pressure on my rock-hard dick, and reached around
behind her to pull me closer to her. I began running one hand up
and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower.

As I did this, I was nibbling on an ear, planting little kisses
in her hair, on her neck, on her shoulders, doing my best to
drive her crazy.
Karen had been moaning a little and trembling slightly
whenever I whispered wetly in her ear or seeded her hair with
kisses. After working slowly over the top of her bikini, working
slowly down the edges of the bikini, brushing her thighs with my
fingers, and returning to massage her breasts, I finally let my
hand brush down past her navel, over to top of her bikini, along
the edges of the bikini towards her inner thighs, along her upper
thighs. Finally, I let one finger extend from that hand, trace
lightly along the wet patch on the bikini, and apply pressure,
ever so slightly, from the back of her covered cleft to the
front.