Couple weeks later

It was a couple of weeks later after Wendy and Joe had their talk. They where parked in there favored spot down by the river making out in the bed of Joes old pickup truck. It was getting hot and heavy they haven’t done anything together since the night of the fall dance. That was the night they lost their virginity’s to each other and had a scare of being pregnant.

Joe's hands trembled as he peeled Wendy's top off, the cool night air making her nipples harden instantly. His mouth hungrily found her left breast, sucking and teasing the sensitive peak while his fingers pinched the other. Wendy arched her back with a gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair as he switched between her massive 44DD tits, leaving wet trails across her flushed skin. His free hand slid down her stomach, tugging at the waistband of her jeans just as a sudden car horn blared in the distance—making them both freeze, hearts pounding, their heavy breaths mingling in the humid air.

Wendy gasped as Joe's hardness pressed insistently against her thigh, the thick outline of his cock straining against denim. Her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, the metal cold against her fingertips as she tugged it free. The car horn faded into the distance, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing and the river's quiet rush. Joe groaned when her hand finally slipped past his waistband, her fingers wrapping around his hot, throbbing length. He bucked against her touch, his mouth crashing back onto hers as his fingers hooked into the sides of her panties. The lace tore slightly as he yanked them down her hips, his calloused palms skimming up the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Wendy’s breath hitched as Joe fumbled in his back pocket, pulling out a foil packet. The moonlight glinted off the wrapper as she took it from him, her fingers brushing against his in a spark of electricity. She tore it open with her teeth, the scent of latex mingling with the night air as she unrolled it slowly, her touch teasing along his throbbing length. Joe groaned, his hips twitching upward as she smoothed the condom down, her fingertips tracing every thick inch until she reached the base.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he rocked against her, the heat between them unbearable now.

Joe’s breath came in ragged gasps as Wendy arched beneath him, her thighs trembling where they gripped his hips. The moment his tip pressed against her slick heat, a shiver ran through them both—her nails dug into his shoulders as he eased forward, the tight, wet resistance making his jaw clench. She gasped, her back bowing off the truck bed as he filled her inch by inch, the stretch burning just enough to make her whimper. His hips snapped forward suddenly, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that vibrated against her throat where he kissed her.

Wendy's moan spilled into the night air as she wrapped her arms around Joe's back, her nails raking down his sweat-slicked skin. His thrusts came harder now, the truck bed creaking beneath them as their bodies moved in a **** rhythm. The river's murmur was drowned out by the slap of skin, the wet sounds of their joining, Joe's ragged groans hot against her ear. She arched violently when his thumb found her clit, circling in tight little strokes that sent electric shocks up her spine. His teeth grazed her collarbone as she clenched around him, her thighs shaking where they gripped his hips—every nerve alight, every breath a broken plea for more.

Joe gritted his teeth, the unbearable tightness of Wendy threatening to undo him too soon. His hips stuttered as he fought for control, every slick thrust sending waves of pleasure up his spine. "Gonna make you come first," he growled against her neck, his calloused fingers finding her swollen clit with **** precision. Wendy's breath hitched as he circled the sensitive bud, her walls fluttering around his length while her back arched off the truck bed. The night air filled with the sounds of their ragged moans, the creak of the truck springs, and the slick slap of skin as Joe drove into her with slow, deep strokes designed to drag out her pleasure.

Wendy’s back arched off the truck bed as the orgasm tore through her—a white-hot wave of pleasure that made her thighs clamp around Joe’s hips. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably while her walls fluttered around him in tight, rhythmic pulses. Joe groaned, his thrusts turning shallow and uneven as her climax milked him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Her breath came in ragged whimpers, her head thrashing against the blanket beneath them as the aftershocks rippled through her. Joe’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he chased his own release, each deep stroke dragging against her oversensitive nerves.

Joe's hips jerked as his balls tightened, the pressure coiling unbearably before releasing in hot, pulsing waves. Thick spurts flooded the condom as he buried himself deep inside her with a guttural groan, each twitch of his cock pumping another rope of seed until the latex swelled warm between them. Wendy whimpered at the sensation, her inner walls still fluttering from her own climax as she clung to his shuddering body. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air while Joe collapsed atop her, his breath ragged against her neck, their slick skin sticking together where their bodies remained joined.

Joe shuddered as he withdrew, his spent cock glistening under the moonlight—the swollen tip of the condom stretched taut with his release, pearly beads of seed clinging to the stretched latex where it pressed against Wendy’s trembling thigh. A soft, oversensitive whimper escaped her lips as he pulled free completely, the sudden emptiness making her clench around nothing. The condom sagged heavily as he tied it off, the warmth of his spend sloshing inside when he set it aside on the crumpled blanket. Wendy’s fingers traced idle circles on his sweat-dampened back as he collapsed beside her, their legs still tangled together, the night air cooling their flushed skin.

Wendy’s fingers trembled as she reached for the discarded condom, its latex still warm and heavy with Joe’s release. A wicked smile curled her lips as she brought it between her massive 44DD tits, the swollen tip dragging a sticky trail across her flushed cleavage. Joe groaned at the sight, his half-hard cock twitching against his thigh as she pressed her breasts together, trapping the swollen latex between them. The heat of his spend seeped into her skin as she rocked them slowly, her nipples pebbling against the slick surface with every movement.

Wendy’s breath hitched as she rocked her tits together, the swollen condom trapped between them, its slick surface gliding against her flushed skin. "Mmm, this feels good between my tits," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. Joe’s gaze darkened as he watched, his fingers twitching at his sides before he reached out to trace the sticky trail his release had left along her cleavage. The warmth of his seed seeped into her skin, the scent of sex still heavy in the humid night air.

Her nipples stiffened further as she squeezed tighter, the latex stretching taut between her mounds, the trapped heat making her shiver.

A thin bead of pearly white escaped the stretched tip of the condom, oozing slowly down the slick latex before dripping onto Wendy’s left nipple. She gasped as the warmth spread across her flushed skin, the sticky trail glistening under the moonlight. "Joe—it’s leaking," she breathed, arching her back as another thick drop spilled free, this time trickling into the deep valley between her tits. His groan was rough as he dragged his thumb through the mess, smearing it in slow circles around her stiff peak, the heat of his release mixing with the sweat on her skin.

Wendy arched her back with a breathy moan as another thick pulse of Joe’s seed oozed from the overfilled condom, the stretched latex yielding under the pressure of her squeezing tits. The warm spill traced a glistening path down the swell of her right breast, the slickness making her skin shimmer under the moonlight. Joe’s fingers dug into her hips as he watched, his cock twitching against her thigh—already hardening again at the sight of his cum dripping between her rocking cleavage.

"Fuck, it just keeps coming," Wendy gasped, her voice trembling as she pressed her tits tighter together, the swollen tip of the condom now leaking steadily.

Wendy's fingers tightened around the base of the swollen condom, her breath shallow as she lifted it from between her slick breasts. The stretched latex glistened under the moonlight, its tip drooping heavily with the weight of Joe's release. With a slow, deliberate squeeze, she pressed her thumb along its length, forcing a thick rope of warm cum to spurt across her left nipple. The sensation made her gasp—the heat so intense against her oversensitive skin that her thighs clenched reflexively.

Joe groaned, his hand sliding up her trembling stomach to cup her breast, his calloused fingers smearing the spill wider as another pulse of seed oozed free.

Joe’s fingers curled possessively around Wendy’s breast as another thick glob of his seed oozed from the stretched condom, the heat of it making her whimper. "Look at you," he rasped, dragging his thumb through the mess smeared across her nipple, the sticky strands clinging to her flushed skin. Wendy’s breath hitched as she arched into his touch, her thighs squeezing together—already slick with arousal—as another pulse of cum spilled over her fingers. The latex finally gave way with a wet pop, the last of his release dripping in glistening ropes down her trembling stomach.

Joe didn’t give her a chance to recover. His fingers tightened around her wrist, guiding her sticky hand back to his already hardening cock, her palm sliding roughly over his renewed heat. "Next time," he growled against her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive shell, "maybe next time we won’t need that condom." Wendy shuddered as his free hand pushed between her thighs, his fingers finding her soaked folds with a possessive groan. “Hopefully you’ll be on birth control next time we have sex”, he muttered, his tongue tracing the salt from her collarbone as his thumb circled her clit, "so I can fill you up proper."

Wendy's breath caught as Joe's teeth grazed her earlobe, his thick fingers still working her clit in slow, maddening circles. The sticky remnants of the condom clung to her stomach as she arched against him, her nipple still glistening with pearly streaks. "Mama made me an appointment with Dr. Greenwald next Tuesday," she panted, her thighs trembling around his wrist as his middle finger teased her entrance.

Joe's grip on her hip tightened, his cock twitching against her palm where she still stroked him absently. "Yeah?"

Wendy's nails dug into Joe's thigh as his finger pressed deeper, the slick sound of her arousal mixing with their ragged breathing. "Yeah," she gasped, her hips rocking against his hand, "said it's just a consultation but—oh god—she thinks I should get the shot."

Joe's breath hitched as her thumb swiped over the leaking tip of his cock, her fingers still sticky from the burst condom. "Fuck, Wendy," he groaned, dragging his teeth down her throat as his other hand yanked her closer by the hair. The pickup's rusty springs creaked beneath them when she arched, her nipple—still glazed with his cum—brushing against his chest.