Not quite to her room....

Jackie almost made it to the top of the stairs when she tripped and slid half way down the carpeted steps, running headlong into Tom, knocking him down as well. The two landed in a crumpled heap, eyes wild, breath ragged, and pulses racing. It was only after they stopped moving that Tom realized three things: his left hand was cupping her pussy, his right was holding her left tit, and she wasn't telling him to get up. In fact, she was pressing herself against him.

"That's more like it," she said and bit her lower lip playfully. Tom, encouraged, started massaging both the turgid nipple capping her firm mammary and the slice of pussy under his fingers. He could feel her heat building, along with a subtle wetness as he played with her. Tom hesitated for only a moment before his lips met hers. The kiss rapidly turned from soft, slow, and sensuous to wild, passionate, and deep.

"Fuck, why didn't we do this a long time ago?" she begged, pushing her mound against my prodding hand even harder. Tom could feel her pussy opening under her tight shorts and he couldn't feel the edge of any panties or thong. He worked his finger in gently, giving her a camel toe as he stroked her growing wetness, pushing ever so slightly into her opening and stroking her clit through the hem of her shorts. "YES!" she cried out, arching her back as Tom worked her magic button. He waited no longer to pull her shirt up over the tight tits he was mauling, exposing a sexy black satin bra. It covered her sensitive nipples for less than a second more as Tom deftly unclasped the front and the two cups fell away exposing her tan mounds with tiny white triangles that just barely covered her dust colored nipples. In another second, the left was covered by his mouth and the right was being pinched and pulled between his fingers while he playfully mauled the firm tit it crowned.

There was a fumble of hands at their hips; hers working feverishly to undo his pants, while Tom worked clumsily to undo the button and zipper of hers. With some giggles that almost killed the mood, they finally got their jobs done. Jackie pulled Tom's rod out of his jeans and she lifted her hips and wiggled just enough that Tom peeled the shorts down Jackie's voluptuous thighs. There lips sealed their moans between them as their tongues fenced and boxed with each other. It was no time at all before Jackie started kicking her shorts completely off. She kept stroking his meat with a patient urgency, a willingness to go no faster but a desire that had to be quenched.

Tom felt her feet on his hips and her dexterous toes hook in the waistband of his pants before pushing them down his legs. He broke the kiss long enough to pull himself away and rip his shirt up over his head while she did the same. Tom, with what little blood was still flowing to his brain, was impressed that she had the balance to keep pushing his pants down while arching her back up to pull her shirt and bra off, all while getting her pussy probed by two of his curling, slowly flexing fingers.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned as she got Tom's pants completely off and his fingers hit her g-spot at the same time. There was a rush of wetness and her velvet vice tried to crush his fingers, but the lust burning deep in her emerald pits told Tom he wasn't done yet. He wasn't done even by a long shot.

Jackie and Tom moved as one, Tom's throbbing member moving to Jackie's drooling pussy like a well coordinated dance maneuver; Tom pushed, Jackie guided, and soon they both let out low growls of passion as the head nestled against her glistening sex. Without stopping to enjoy the contact, they kept moving, Tom's meat sliding into Jackie, her hand still around his shaft until there was no room for it between them. Without breaking his momentum, Jackie deftly flipped her hand around cupping Tom's hairy sac as he bottomed out in her pussy, with an inch of cock still sticking out of her.

"Please," she begged. "All of it!" she said, her legs spreading wide and her ankles locking around Tom's back. She allowed him to pull back, but only a few inches before her strong legs urged him back into her molten core. Only a fraction of an inch remained unsheathed between them as she relaxed and let him pull back. This time, her legs **** him in with more urgency, burying him completely inside her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Tom hissed. He tried to wiggle his hips against her but she didn't let him have the pleasure.

"Just wait, just let me get used to this fucker stretching me!" she mewed. Tom closed the distance between their lips as he leaned down and kissed her deeply, their tongues moving in tandem to probe each other's mouths as they moaned and writhed as one. Their hips gyrated with and against each other making Tom's dick stir inside her twat like a fleshy, slow moving egg beater. Each stroke and movement felt like Heaven as Jackie was ecstatically stretched by the cock she'd always craved and Tom was buried to the hilt in the pussy he'd dreamed about for years.

It wasn't long before Tom was pumping into Jackie, his hips pistoning into hers and hers bucking into his. The wet slapping of their hips crashing together was matched only by the soft grunts and whispered screams of the couple as they passionately fucked on the stairs. Their position switched slightly as Jackie slid off the edge of a step she was so precariously balanced on and she slammed even harder on Tom's cock, her entire body weight supported by his rigid pole for a second before her weight settled on another step. A piercing scream of pleasure escaped her throat, carried on her hot breath as her finger nails raked across Tom's back. The pain made him drive even deeper into her, the two hips would have fused together from the heat and pressure if they could.

Jackie's trembling pussy played Tom's impaling organ like a concert pianist, trying to milk the cum out of his raging balls. He could feel the spunk start to boil and when he started throbbing and growing harder and hotter inside her, they both knew what was coming.

"Not inside me!" Jackie moaned woefully. Tom had just enough presence of mind to pull out, his crown popping out of her crushing tightness as he pounded his hips against her, keeping his dick trapped against her clit as he unloaded eight massive shots of cum. Her whole body shook under him while her body was wracked by orgasm, both from the phantom feelings of Tom's dick inside her and the feeling of it shooting cum as it pressed against her clit. Tom leaned back when he could and looked at his neighbor, thick ropes of cum laying on her body, splayed out from her crotch and painting her twitching abs, the swell of her rack, and her left nipple.

"Holy fuck!" Tom panted as he fought to regain his breath.

"That's just what I thought," a female voice rang out behind them. Both heads shot around in panic and Jackie's mom was standing there, car keys still in-hand and a face that was beyond rage plastered to her face.

"Mom, I can explain," Jackie blurted out. "Tom here....."