Eating at the Y.

Catherine let out a surprised gasp when I dove down between her thighs to lick her shaved snatch. Since we had been busy all week trying to get her pregnant I didn't have the opportunity to taste her nectar and I regretted it.

"OOooooooh!" she moaned approvingly when my tongue ran along her wet, puffy labia. I continued to lick away at her sweet juices as she got more and more excited. I would teasingly flick my tongue on her clit but spent most of my time caressing my tongue against her labia or dipping it into her vagina. Right before she came on my face, her fingers combed through my hair and then pulled my head into her crotch. I hungrily lapped her pussy juices.

"Oh... my... God..." Catherine panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath from her orgasm, "I never came from a man going down on me before!"

"Never?" I wondered as I stood up and wiped my mouth.

"My ex didn't like going down on me," she sighed. "He only wanted me to go down on him..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie," I frowned. "I would have eaten you out earlier and more frequently if I knew that."

"It's okay," she smiled. "I still enjoyed being fucked by you!"

"Making love," I corrected with a wink.

"Yes, then make love to me!" she purred.

"Yes, ma'am!" I would have impressed a Formula One pit crew by how fast I stripped off my clothes. I was going to get her more excited by running the length of my shaft against her wet pussy lips but she was too impatient and just grabbed my cock to guide it to her snatch.

"I love you, Michael..." she muttered as I pushed my hips forward, slowly driving my cock into her hot, tight cunt.

"I love you too, Catherine," I groaned. I held her long legs to keep them spread wide apart while her pussy swallowed the remaining few inches of my thick, veiny shaft.

We stared at each other and savor the moment of being two people literally united and connected in the most intimate way possible. My cock throbbed in her pussy and her pussy squeezed my cock.

"Fuck me, Mike!" she pleaded with lust in her eyes.

Well, the love making didn't last very long! Who was I to say no to hardcore fucking to a gorgeous (retired) lingerie model? Having already had four days of experience of knowing where to guide and angle my strokes to rub the tip of my cock against her spongy G-spot, it didn't take me long to bring her to another orgasm. I stopped thrusting briefly to pull out to let her squirt out her juices before reinserting my cock back into her spasming pussy.

"OHGOD!" Catherine cried out when another orgasm consumed her.

I kept fucking, undeterred by her convulsing cunt constricting around my cock.

When I pulled out to let her ejaculate I didn't immediately stick my dick back into her but instead pulled her body off the table, rolled her over and then bent her over the table.

"OH YES!" she screamed when I rammed the full length of my cock unceremoniously back into her pussy. I grabbed hold of her wide hips for support and started pistoning in and out of cunt, watching her ass cheeks ripple from each impact of my loins against her butt.

"Uh!" she grunted to the beat of my thrusts.

My hands moved from her hips and caressed up her back until I reached her shoulders and held onto them so she wouldn't fly forward when I hammered her even harder and deeper.

"OOoooooh!" she wailed as she began to climax again.

I grabbed her long blonde mane and pulled her head back. I fucked her like an animal in heat and the instinctive lizard brain part of me too over — I wanted — no I needed — to impregnate her. Yes, I was happy that I had made her cum multiples times but at the point of our coupling I was being selfish and I just wanted to fuck her hot, tight cunt until I finally came myself.

Her multiple orgasms, one blending into the next, took their toll on me. Her spasming pussy felt too good and I had to release. With a victorious roar, I emptied my balls into her (hopefully fertile) womb.