Monica’s Desire…

You got up to get a big jug of water. It seemed essential for avoiding the monstrous hangover you would otherwise be acquainted with in the morning. You drank much more than was intended.

Then you felt a familiar figure knock into you before you started moving from the sofa. It was an abbreviated time afterwards when this situation occurred. Theresa Shaw seemed to be clumsily, but accidentally, knocking you. That precipitated your fall back down onto the couch.

Reflexively your hands shot out to stabilize your fall. What your hands found purchase on was Monica Shaw’s well-endowed breasts. Your face also came within a hair’s breathe of hers.

Both Monica & you froze for several moments as Theresa stumbled off giggling. It made you wonder, how much of how you ended up here, was actually an accident.

However, those thoughts drifted away as the soft feel of Monica’s breasts were relayed back to your brain by your hands. The smell of her was as arousing as Theresa or Penelope Whitaker. The sound of Monica catching her breathe from being this close to you. How she bit her lower lip was what thoroughly undid you.

Then the soft moan of sexual desire from Monica was enough to inspire you to lock your lips with hers. Initially she locked her body down from all movement.

This just helped you move Monica to be under you as you knelt over her & ran your tongue over her teeth. You softly bit the same lower lip that she was earlier. The feel of her hard yet soft body only inflamed more your abrupt & explosive desire.

Ever helpful, Theresa began shedding you & Monica of your clothing. Hers was more difficult as she made a valiant effort at trying to resist. How her legs yielded & opened to your hips, how her arms reached around you to give purchase on her hands with your back.

As if realizing the same details as you, Monica gave up on her resistance & passionately kissing you back. Her teeth & tongue now yielding & seeking yours. One of her hands held the back of your head as you both explored each other’s touch.

Before Monica could regain her senses, you sank yourself deep into her wetness. She was already wet as a swamp. Her pussy gripped your dick & began massaging & milking you for your release into her.

Your lack of experience, & coming back from a date with Penny, has you already on the edge of release. Your experience with Theresa gave you enough of an idea on how to resist. You tried to think of football stats for the football team of the university attended by Theresa.

That only caused Monica to growl softly as she momentarily drew back from your face & slapped you. “What part of our bodies reciprocating your pleasure was difficult to understand?”

Monica whimpers in response to the sexual moans of pleasure escaping her chest. Then she went back to kissing you. Both hips, of the two of you, were doing the primal dance of procreation. Neither of you thinking much on possible consequences. Which could leave Monica distraught, a month from now.

With a particularly rough slam of your hips into Monica, your penis began belching your virile teenage seed near the gates of her already open cervix. Micro-orgasms from her response to your initial entry, had left her womb open & fertile.

Collapsing onto Monica, she sighed with contentment as her partially clothed body wrapped around yours to keep you against her skin. You reciprocated her desire to remain exactly where you are, your dick still fully sheathed into her vagina.