I Don't Know, But I'll Try

Meaghan is still coming off her orgasmic high as I lie next to her, watching her breasts rise and fall. I reach over and cup one, feeling the pebble hardness of her nipple against my palm. “I wish they were bigger,” she says.

“Why?” I reply. “They’re perfect.” I lean over, capturing it in my mouth, half-kissing, half-suckling. “They’re irresistible. It’s not the size that matters, it’s the taste.” I suck a little harder.

“You are such a dear man,” she says, cradling my head against her chest. Lifting my head, I smile, grabbing a pillow from behind her head and tucking it under her butt. “What's that for?”

“Two purposes! It will give me a better angle while we fuck.”

“And what’s the second, Ben?”

“I’m banking on you to continue leaking on it.” She gives me a puzzled look. “After the weekend is over, I will have something to remember you by—your scent.”

Slapping me on the shoulder, Meaghan smiles and says, “Perv! Are you gonna sit there and stare, or are you gonna fuck me?”

Positioning myself between her open thighs, I aim the crown of my cock toward Meaghan’s pussy, nestling the helmet against her lips. Extending my arms and straightening my body so the only things touching are my cock and her cunt, I press forward. We’re both watching as my cock stretches her open. “Oh my God!” she exhales as the fat head of my cock slowly enters her. Our eyes meet. She silently mouths “Fuck me.” I press further, feeling her tightness as I spread her open further, deeper. Alternating my stare from her eyes to her cunt and back, I continue slowly filling her up. My cockhead caresses her G-spot, making her moan. She clutches my back, digging her fingernails in. Finally, our pubic bones meet. “I feel so full, Ben, so incredibly full.”

I smile down at her and start to withdraw, watching the expression on her face as I graze her G-spot on the way by. Dropping to my elbows I grab a breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. A sharp intake of breath follows as I work on overloading her senses. By the time we finish, I want both of us exhausted. Rolling my hips so my cock will slide in and out, I establish a rhythm, bottoming out deep in her cunt, giving my hips a little push before pulling back. Each time I do that, her eyes scrunch shut and I can feel her cunt muscles clench. Between kisses she moans, “Oh God, Ben! . . . So good! . . . So fucking deep . . . make me cum . . . please.” Increasing the pace as well as the depth, I try to do as she asks. Now I have hands on both breasts, tweaking, pulling, pinching. Her hips rise to meet mine. Her breathing becomes labored as our bodies slap together, her leaking cunt squelching with each thrust. “Oh my God! . . . Ohhmygoddd! . . . Ohfuck! . . . Cummmmiinnnnggg!” she screams. Her fingers dig into my back, her cunt spasming on my cock, desperately trying to hold me prisoner in her heated depths.

I slow to a halt, still deep inside, feeling her cunt muscles as they try to milk me. I smile as I kiss her on the nose. Panting, she looks up at me. “Look at you. So smug. So proud of yourself.” Then her smile fades. “You didn’t cum, did you, Ben.”

I kiss her on the nose again. “I’m not done yet.” I slowly pull out, my still-rampant member coated with the froth of her orgasm dripping down my balls. “Turn over and get up on your hands and knees.”

Meaghan slowly does so, presenting me with her round butt cheeks. I step between her calves, aim my cock toward her lust-swollen cunt and press forward, sliding in effortlessly until my thighs slap her ass and my balls kiss her pussy as they swing back and forth.

I lean over, my left hand sliding under her belly, combing through her pubic hair until I feel her clit; I start strumming it with my thumb in time with my hip thrusts. We’re soon making more music with our bodies. My other hand lands on her breast, plying the soft flesh to the tune established by Meaghan’s moans and our bodies. The room rapidly fills with the scent of sex, making it harder for me to concentrate. I want this to last as long as possible, but the excitement of the moment combined with six years of celibacy work against me. The tight wetness of Meaghan’s eager cunt, the sights, the sounds, and the smells of our lustful coupling drive me to the edge quickly.

As perceptive a young lady as she is innocent, Meaghan seems to sense what is coming next. “Where do you want to cum, Ben?”

“Where do you want me to cum?”