Spunk Mouth

After a few minutes we rolled apart and I happened to see
the clock. It was 4:00!!! My parents and sister would be home
in about forty-five minutes and I was halfway through a project
that had to be finished by the time they returned. I explained
to Karen and kissed her, first on her pussy (tasting my sperm),
then on each nipple, and finally ending on her contented mouth.
She sucked the last come off my dick and I left with a hard-on,
thinking about my fantasy come true.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer and slowed down to try to
prolong the ecstacy. Karen was flushed and breathing heavily; we
were both covered with a sheen of sweat. As Karen’s legs locked
and unlocked around my hips, my ass was bucking with a life of
its own, striving to meet Karen’s thrusting hips and drive my
cock even further into her tightness. The sounds of our sex were
liquid as my cock stretched Karen’s pussy lips around its
circumference. The familiar tightening in my stomach told me
that I couldn’t last much longer. Between groans of pleasure as
Karen contracted her muscles, I got across to Karen my impending
orgasm. She began bucking even harder against me, trying to
bring me to orgasm with her. She was pinching her nipples
roughly, pulling them away from her breasts. Karen’s pussy had
been squeezing against my cock in firm contractions; suddenly it
clamped down as her orgasm arrived, accompanied by Karen’s wails
of pleasure. With the added pressure and a last spasmodic
thrust, I began to feel my sperm boiling out of my balls and
shooting deep into Karen’s pussy. We were moaning and groaning
together as our orgasms further stimulated each other. I had
never come as long or as hard in my life. When my cock was
finally done pulsating, Karen and I collapsed together and lay
there, cooling off.

I couldn’t believe the sensations; her pussy was very tight,
though not the tightest I’d been in. Still, though, I could feel
her pussy walls contract with the sudden intake of breath
accompanying my full penetration. My cock jumped a bit, but
subsided as we rested for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being
joined. Then, Karen began lifting herself up and down and I
began to thrust in time with her. Each time, my cock would pull
out until the head was barely inside her and then would penetrate
its full length. I was groaning and holding onto Karen’s hips as
she pulled on her nipples.
After doing this for a while, Karen started to get tired.
Changing positions was good; I was starting to have a hard time
holding back. We moved to classic missionary position. Again, I
rubbed my cock head around her opening before thrusting slowly
into her. She raised her hips up to meet my thrust and wrapped
her legs around me until I was completely inside her. Reveling
in the sensation of her warm, wet pussy grasping my dick, I
started thrusting deeply and quickened the pace. Every once in a
while, I’d pump Karen with a series of short, tight strokes that
built tension in my belly. Karen started moaning loader as I
pumped her, and shrieked “YES!” when I slipped a finger down to
press on her clit from the top as my dick stimulated it from
below.

My cock was again jutting out from my body, a detail Karen
soon noticed. She told me to lay on my back and began rubbing
her hands between her legs and transferring the moisture to her
breasts and especially her cleavage. I helped her out by licking
between her breasts and on each nipple. By the time she lowered
her breasts around my cock, the nipples were standing erect
again. Karen began moving slowly back and forth, fucking my cock
with her hanging breasts. As she was straddling my leg, I could
feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against it. Soon,
she was breathing heavily and I was thrusting into her cleavage
and groaning a bit myself.
When Karen positioned herself over my cock and started to
guide it in, I asked about protection. Luckily, as I sure didn’t
want to stop, she had had her tubes tied after her third child.
As she lowered herself, the tip of my cock touched her folds. We
stopped there and moved in tiny but opposite circles, stimulating
each other. Then, Karen slowly settled onto my cock.

She seemed to like that; I set up an alternating rhythm,
first pressing a finger on her hole while massaging her outer
lips, then tracing around her ass cheeks as I probed a finger far
into her warm, wet pussy. As Karen’s moans began to intensify, I
traced my tongue through her pubic hair and around Karen’s
engorged pussy lips. She jerked upright and pressed my head
against herself, clearly enjoying the sensations. I was too;
Karen’s juices were sweet and copious. I sucked on each lip,
drawing it out and letting it relax back, eliciting moans and
shudders. By now, Karen’s hips were rocking back and forth,
gradually picking up speed. When I fastened my lips to Karen’s
clit and hummed, her moans turned to a crescendoing yelp, and
subsided gradually. I could feel her approaching orgasm and
started moving two fingers inside of her in addition to my tongue
on her clit.
Karen began pressing her hands down on my head, forcing more
pressure on her sensitive nerve endings. As my fingers moved
back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her pussy made
sucking noises. Karen began moaning even louder and bucking her
hips against my face. I lubricated a finger with Karen’s juices
and pressed it slowly against her asshole. As the finger circled
her rim and gradually moved inwards and I drove my tongue all the
way up her pussy, the sensations abruptly became too much for
her. Every muscle tensed (including her thighs, with squeezed
tightly around my head) and she began to quiver spasmodically,
still bucking wildly against my face. As she orgasmed, I
continued to tongue-lash her, extending her throes of pleasure.
Finally, after gushing pussy juice all over my face and hands,
Karen’s muscles relaxed and her breathing started to slow. I
moved up alongside her and kissed her deeply, sharing with her
the pussy juice I still held in my mouth.

When her legs were spread almost as far as they would go, I
spread her pussy lips and blew gently upon her wetness. I could
see the hard nubbin her clit made and blew against that until it
popped free of its sheath. As I blew each time, Karen’s stomach
muscles would contract and relax; her asshole would pucker and
unpucker also. When her clit popped free, I slowly ran a finger
around her pussy, applying light pressure at first, but
increasing the pressure gradually. When the finger was wet with
her juices, I slowly inserted it into Karen’s depths. Her breath
came as an abrupt whoosh, then a slow, excruciating inhale. I
moved my other hand back to her ass and caressed it, finally
pressing one finger against her brown hole.

Unable to resist those nipples, I spiralled the tip of my
tongue inwards until I was licking broad, rough circles around
her nipple, enticing the nipple to new heights. Karen pressed my
head roughly against her breasts and gasped. I started licking
the other breast and then alternated, doing my best to drive
Karen crazy. When she began trying to push me downwards between
gasps and moans, I figured I was getting close. So, I traced my
fingers slowly downwards, just barely touching the skin.
Similarly, I had my tongue arc in lazy parabolas down to her
navel, down to her downy, blond pubic thatch.
Karen’s hips began to arch to meet my tongue and fingers; as
she forced her hips upwards, I moved my tongue and hands back,
prolonging her enjoyment. After arching her back to its fullest,
she collapsed back on the bed and awaited my touch. Her fingers
were slowly massaging her nipples and breasts, a small motion
that turned me on even more. I ran my fingers around the edges
of her pubic hair, then caressed her inner thighs, and finally
ran them along her swollen pussy lips. The light hairs between
her legs were slick with sweat and an occasional depending drop
of her nectar. As I moved my fingers around her pussy, Karen’s
legs spread wider, giving me better access.

As I found out, Karen hadn’t swallowed all of my load; I
tasted my sperm as our tongues entwined. No woman had ever given
me a blowjob even approaching hers; further, no woman had ever
kissed me with my sperm still in her mouth. I was determined to
give Karen as massive an orgasm as I’d had.
So, after recovering for a minute, I turned Karen over on
her back. Though I was pretty certain Karen was already highly
aroused I couldn’t possibly skip over her lovely breasts. I
kissed her lips as my hands ran circles around her globes. As I
traced the tip of my tongue down her throat to a collarbone, I
started to squeeze each _very_ erect nipple between my fingers.
Then I ran my tongue along her collarbone out to her shoulder
and back. Once I reached her sternum again, I traced along her
sternum with my tongue and continued down the underside Karen’s
left breast. I could feel her shiver in anticipation and could
certainly see her arousal in her tightly erect nipples.

As Karen ran her tongue along the underside of my cock and
increased her suction, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long.
Already, I could feel a hallmark pleasant tightening of my
stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary
thrusts into Karen’s mouth, I told her I was getting ready to
come. Karen responded by squeezing my balls and, if possible,
taking me further into her mouth, sucking even harder, and
trilling her tongue in still more delightful convolutions. I had
both hands on her head, running through her blond hair, helping
me actively thrust against her mouth. I was getting closer and
closer to the edge; I could feel my balls pulling in to my body
in anticipation of what wasn’t far away.
Karen finally pushed me over the edge when she ran her
tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on my glans. I
thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly
as I started spurting down her throat. Karen didn’t even try to
move away; she just kept sucking my cock, swallowing its load and
draining the last of the sperm that had boiled forth from my
balls. After I had collapsed back against the bed and was idly
caressing Karen’s hair, she let my softening cock slip out of her
mouth and moved up to kiss me.

Karen traced the fingertips of both hands down my chest and
stomach, leaning low enough that her nipples brushed a double
line as well. When she reached my navel, my dick slipped in
between her breasts and bumped along her sternum. I left a
slippery line of pre-cum along her sternum to match the earlier,
now dried line running over both of her breasts. I was reveling
in the sights and sounds of Karen’s actions when she began
intensifying them. Gently at first, but with gaining strength,
Karen jacked my dick with both hands. After doing this for a
while and thoroughly coating the head of my dick with my pre-cum,
she leaned down and blow a hot, wet breath along the length of my
cock, ending by tickling the hair on my balls. When she gently
squeezed my balls, my cock jumped involuntarily.
Karen smiled to see what she was doing to me, and took just
the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the
opening at the tip of my cock and tasting the pre-cum there. As
she swirled her tongue around the rest of my cock head and
trilled around the sensitive ridge, my cock jumped again and my
hips involuntarily flexed slightly. Karen then took the length
of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I could tell already that
she was good at giving head. As I looked down past her blond-
crowned head, I could see from movement of her hips that she was
working on herself, too. I could also see the TV above her head,
but the TV didn’t have much attraction now, even though the same
blonde as before was getting filled from behind by a strapping
tanned stud.

I must have made some noise, because Karen seemed to come
back to what was going on. She stepped completely out of her
bikini and stood nude, glorious, and aroused before me. She then
turned around and bent over, giving me a _great_ view of her
gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter. Her breasts I saw only as
two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. I could
also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly
colored downy pubic hair. Many of the hairs had tiny droplets of
Karen’s juices hanging from them, a sight that turned me on even
more. She licked one finger and then placed it between her legs
and touching her sphincter. After lightly rubbing around the rim
of her asshole, Karen pressed inwards briefly and then ran her
finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips. After licking her
finger clean, Karen ran her finger along her swollen slit again,
this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder.
I couldn’t stand watching her any longer and therefore got
up and pulled her to the bed. Karen ran her fingers lightly over
the head of my cock, spreading the droplet of pre-cum that had
oozed out over my whole glans. I couldn’t believe how good such
a simple action felt. After tugging on Karen’s nipples for a
minute, I moved my hands down to her dripping nether regions.
After pressing the tip of my finger against her clit, I moved it
further back and applied pressure to the length of her slit.
Karen shuddered a bit, but moved away from my finger. At first,
I didn’t know why, but her motive soon became apparent.

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.

During my play with her nipples, Karen had started massaging
my dick again. Though it was still restrained by my swim trunks,
I felt it jump as Karen squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit
with the feeling. Karen then broke our kiss and moved back
slightly. She got up and went over to the TV. I moved over to
the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she
bent over and took the tape out. As she stood up, tape in hand,
I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands
around to cup her breasts and brush her nipples.
Karen twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against
mine. I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press
against my chest. She kissed me lightly and mentioned that there
was a VCR in the bedroom. I was tempted to pick her up by her
hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her
into the bedroom. However, appropriate as that seemed, I also
knew I probably wasn’t quite strong enough. Rather than upset
the mood by dropping her halfway there, I tilted my head towards
the hallway and followed her into the bedroom.

As the blonde in the movie was moaning with her orgasm, I
slipped my right hand down from Karen’s hair to untie her bikini
top. As we broke our first kiss, Karen arched her back, causing
her breasts to “present” themselves. As a result, the strings of
her bikini top came most of the way around from her back and
ended hanging loosely down her sides. When she relaxed and
hunched her shoulders a bit, the skimpy blue top fell completely
off. She tossed it to the floor and smiled a wicked grin as my
eyes popped.
Her breasts, fully revealed and unsupported, were at least a
‘C’ cup and most likely a ‘D’ cup. They hung ever so slightly
and met naturally at her sternum. Her aureoles were a medium-
sized and slightly darker pink than her large, erect nipples. We
moved closer and started another passionate kiss. With my left
hand, I traced an inward spiral over the smooth skin of her
breast, arousing a shiver, and took the nipple between the base
of my second and third finger. Then, cupping her breast but also
stimulating her nipple directly, I moved my hand in little
circles, sometimes pulling the nipple outwards.