Paul fucks Jane

Jane reached over and put her hand on Paul’s crotch.

“He can manage a third round,” she said. “He’s hard already!”

“We don’t need the full rig this time,” said Mae. “Any volunteers or am I going to have start giving orders?”

Jane slid over on the couch and started unbuckling Paul’s belt. “Well I’ve got this far,” she said.

She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip down, then her hand was inside his pants and she had pulled his cock out. It was already mostly hard and stiffening quickly with the attention it was getting.

“Now remember the feedback,” said Jane.

Out of the corner of his eye Paul could see that people had their phones out and were starting to film. He pulled his t shirt over his head and wriggled out of his jeans.

“Climb on board,” he said to Jane.

She did as she was told, spreading her legs to straddle his thighs. Paul unbuttoned Jane’s crisp white shirt, then placed his hands on the black sheer bra underneath massaging her breasts.

“You have magnificent breasts,” he said. “Take off your bra, I want a better look.”

Jane did as she was bid, slipping out of the arms of the shirt, then reaching round behind her back and unhooking her bra. As she did, her breasts swung free and Paul swatted the bra away. He pulled her forward and took her nipple between his teeth and bit gently.

“Ouch!” said Jane her eyes widening.

Paul sucked hard on her nipple, then leaned back to admire his handiwork. Jane’s nipple was standing to attention, a pink button glistening with his saliva.

“Let’s not leave the other one out,” Paul said. He pulled Jane closer and leaned in close to her other breast, but paused before flicking the other nipple with his tongue. “Does it want some more?” he asked teasingly.

“Suck my nipple,” said Jane.

Paul did as he was bid, making a moaning noise as he did so. Jane wriggled on his lap, Paul’s cock pressed against her midriff and beginning to leave a trail of precum on her skin.

“Get out of that skirt,” ordered Paul. “I want you naked.”

Jane smiled and unclasped the skirt and slid down the zip. She had to climb off Paul to slip it off her legs and lowered it slowly building the anticipation. She was left standing in her sheer black panties.

“I don’t think I’m going to need these either,” she said pushing them down her legs and stepping out of them.

Now naked Jane climbed back onto Paul’s lap. She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it slowly. Paul’s hands were back on her breasts massaging them and playing with the nipples, feeling how hard and rubbery they had become.

“Feel how wet I am,” said Jane.

Paul ran his hand down Jane’s body past the tidy patch of pubic hair until his fingers reached the slit of her pussy. His fingers traced its length barely touching the skin, then pushed in, breaking the seal and felt her juices leak out.

“You’re a naughty girl with slutty thoughts wanting to get fucked,” he said.

Jane’s eyes widened. “How dare you!” she said slapping him playfully across the cheek.

“I know it,” said Paul. “You got wetter when I told you what a naughty girl you are. You want my cock deep inside you, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” said Jane.

Paul began to finger fuck Jane, his palm pressed against her mound and clit.

“Ask me for it,” he instructed.

Jane stroked his cock harder. “I think it’s you that wants my pussy. Think about how tight and wet it is right now. How that would feel. You should beg me for it.”

Paul grinned. He was enjoying this battle of wills and could tell Jane was as well. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off his legs and onto her back on the couch.

“I’m not going to beg,” he said. “I’m going to take what I want.”

Spreading her legs wide he guided his cock to her pussy and pushed it deep inside in one long stroke. Jane gasped but took it all. Then Paul began to roughly fuck her, long strokes opening her up more with each thrust.

“Fuck me harder,” said Jane. “I want your cum inside me.”

Paul obliged, his hands holding Jane’s ankles high and wide. He started to moan and groan. Jane was wriggling and writhing underneath him her body covered in perspiration.

“I’m close,” said Paul.

“Give it to me,” said Jane. “Now!”

Paul felt himself begin to lose it. His balls lifted and tightened. He was past the point of no return.

“I’m cumming!” he cried as he felt himself begin to unload into Jane, pumping his seed deep into her. He pulled out and his cock continued to pump cum, now onto her stomach, milky and glistening. He felt Jane’s hand grasp it and stroke the last few spurts out.

“Fuck,” Paul said collapsing down onto Jane his body pressing against hers.

“I don’t think we’re finished,” said Jane. She put her hands on Paul’s shoulders pushing him down her body.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” said Paul.

“You know,” said Jane. “You’re going to lick my pussy.”

“I am am I?” asked Paul, but he was already there, his face pressed against Jane’s pussy and he began to lick it, his tongue working its way along her slit and playing with her clit. He slipped two fingers in deeply and began to feel for the soft spongey button on the roof of her vagina. He could taste the saltiness of his own cum mixed with her juices.

Jane was beginning to gently moan. “Just like that,” she said. “Keep going, don’t stop.”

Paul did as he was told feeling how wet she was now, gushing with juices. He pressed a third finger against her ass and felt her wriggle. The juices running down from her pussy had it wet and lubricated.

“Bad, bad boy,” Jane said. “Touching my ass like that. What sort of girl do you think I am?”

“You’re the sort of girl who likes to have her ass fingered,” Paul mumbled, his mouth full of pussy.

Jane was moaning louder and more regularly now and Paul worked his fingers harder. He could tell she was close.

“Cum for me baby,” he said. He felt a warm gush and the contractions as Jane’s orgasm took hold. He sucked hard on her clit and she yelped and he felt a rush of fluid over his fingers and face as she squirted.

“Fuck,” she yelped again. Paul kept going, prolonging Jane’s orgasm as it washed over her body in waves, beyond her control. As it subsided he slid back up her body and kissed her. His face coating hers with juices and cum.

“Cut!” called Mae and the room burst into applause.

Paul looked up. “I’ve received compliments, but I’ve never had a round of applause before,” he said.