Day three and hanging with Jasmine. (Part 2)

Spencer didn’t have to wait long for Jasmine to return. The incredibly sexy woman alerting him to her returned presence by posing with one of her tattooed sleeved arms up against the door frame to his bedroom.

“So, what’s cooking?” Spencer asked with a grin, rolling onto his side to face her.

“You,” she told him as she bent over to pick up her purse. Pulling out the entire roll of condoms in one long string. “Just as soon as I get you in my oven.”

It was cheesy, they both knew but neither cared. All they wanted to do was get at each other right now. Tearing the first from the roll, Jasmine left the remainder on the bedside table and climbed up onto the bed with Spencer again.

“How do you want to?” Spencer indicated.

With his impressive size, Jasmine guessed it would be better if she was on top to start with. Just at least until she got used to him and then he could fuck her until his heart's content.

“Let me go on top first,” she told Spencer as she threw her legs over his waist again. Touching his cock to the underside of her extremely wet pussy, Jasmine watched on as Spencer groaned in lust as she slid her snatch slowly along the top of his shaft. She coated him in a trial of gruel that re-ignited any swelling that had dissipated while she was gone. Resisting a devilish urge to just plant Spencer’s cock inside her unprotected, Jasmine tore the packet open and started to wrap the rubber around Spencer’s cock.

Spencer was moaning in deep anticipation by the time Jasmine had him fully covered. With one hand on his chest for balance, Jasmine rose up on her haunches to guide him to her pussy lips and then started to lower herself onto his throbbing shaft.

Gasping as the entrance to her cunt was forced apart, Spencer had to ask, “that good?”

Jasmine had to keep her eyes closed to concentrate on trying to fit him inside her but nodded an eager, “yeah!”

Slowly inch by inch, Jasmine lowered herself onto Spencer’s cock. The bedroom filled with loud moans as she inserted more and more of him inside her stretched tight pussy. Spencer had his head propped up so he could see every inch of himself siding into the tanned Asian. When he was halfway inside, Spencer longed with all his might to just grab Jasmine’s hips and forced her down all at once onto his shaft. When he tried to at last time one of her caution movements back and forth on top of him with an upthrust of his hips, Jasmine threw back her head and screamed, “ow! So big!”

In a series of further screams, Jasmine tried to lower herself onto Spencer faster from then onwards. Each lift of her waist was met with another inch of him inside her golden tanned body. The collection of darkly coloured tattoos just making her look that much more erotic and in effect sexier.

“Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!” Jasmine murmured when she was finally resting her pussy on the very bottom of Spencer’s engorged cock. She’d done it! She’d taken everything this very fine and handsome man had to give her. He was hers and she wanted to make him know it.

Lifting up a couple of inches, Jasmine allowed herself to slide back down on his pole experimentally. It felt fucking sensational. She’d never been this full in her life. Her pussy lips spread so tight her clit stuck out from beneath her drawn back clitoral hood. It shocked her with tingling bolts of pure sensation each time she dropped herself back onto Spencer’s cock. Her hips moving and rolling faster each time to guide her movements along his rod.

It felt divine to Spencer the way Jasmine was riding him. She was fast and ever so enthusiastic! Spencer giving in to his urge to grab her by the hips and fucked her hard down onto him. Her shrieks coming louder and more intense as he fucked them both together. Jasmine first orgasm stilling them both as she gripped his prick with sudden pulses of intense tightness. Spencer reached up to pinch the petite Asian’s nipples as she threw back her head in howls of lust. Her hands pinning his to her tits as she shuddered and rocked on top of him.

It was music to her ears as she bayed and cried all through her orgasm. Spencer feeling like an incredible Sex-God to cause Jasmine to scream so. Collapsing down onto his chest, spent for the moment of all her energies, she told him, “Your turn. I’m stuffed.”

As she hugged him, Spencer lifted her small body up easily and switched them so that he was on top. In this position, he was able to start driving his cock inside her however he desired. His lust filling him, as he filled her with his raging cock. Spencer attacked Jasmine’s weeping pussy with his slithering tool. His balls start to slap musically up against her tight arse as he gave her a fucking for the ages. He didn’t hold back at all, planting her with every inch he had to measure, making her pussy seamless it was so tight when he was fully extended inside.

Jazzy came again noisily. She couldn’t help otherwise as she was taken over in a world of dick. Spencer grunting his determination to join her as he summoned his strength for some frantic driving strokes. The combination of absurdly tight pussy and melting hotness coupling to cause him to gush forth his seed inside the hapless woman.

Over and over Spencer thrust as he spat forth his cum. Jasmine groaning in time to the pulsing of his dick as she felt the shots travel along the shaft and what would have been inside her. Her breathing slowed to match the pulsing of her climax as they centred themselves together to what felt like a single being.

Sweating and panting heavily, Spencer pulled out long moments later and Jasmine groaned as she suddenly felt less than half full again. She lolled listlessly about on the bed, her mind a-swirl in a multi-coloured kaleidoscope of wonder. She would have stayed there until the world had turned if she didn’t have to get back up at that moment and go and check her backing.

“I’ll be back in five minutes,” she slurred this time as she rose and staggered drunkenly out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen a second time.

With Jasmine out of the room again, Spencer pulled the condom off his cock and then disposed of it in a small rubbish bin just inside his bathroom. Filling himself a glass of water as he returned back to his bed to wait for his playful old friend to return. Stretching out and feeling very content with himself, Spencer couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction with how his morning had gone.

His wait was a little longer this time until Jasmine returned. She returned holding a wooden cooking spoon in her hand that was stained with a viscous dark purple semi-solid.

“Pie’s in the oven now. Looks like we’ve got another half an hour,” Jasmine told Spencer as she climbed back onto the bed next to him. “Want to taste?” she asked holding the spoon up.

“Sure,” Spencer replied lifting his head up towards the wooden utensil when Jasmine turned it, pour the thick jammy blackberry syrup onto his hairy chest.

“Oops,” Jasmine feigned, touching her free hand to her lips. “Let me clean that up.”

The petite chef purred as she leaned down onto Spencer and started to lick and suck the spill from him. By accident or design, she had managed to drip it mostly onto his nipples.

Cleaning them Jasmine then added, “Oops. I’ve got some on me now.”

Another tip of the spoon and Jasmine drizzled thick purple goo onto her perky Asian tits. Spencer smiling hungrily as she pulled the back of his head towards her to repeat the cleaning of her own nipples this time. The deliciously sweet syrup an explosion of mouthwatering flavour as he suckled to her harden nips keenly.

Jasmine moaned in ecstasy, her pleasure rising again as she pushed Spencer’s face away and then used the spoon to dab the blackberry filling directly onto the swell of her pussy. Thank goodness it had cooled as she quickly straddled Spencer’s face in anticipation of the licking clean she was about to get.

The tattooed Asian girl groaned and rolled her hips in euphoria as she slattered jam and her creams all over Spencer's face. Drops of the near-black conserve falling wherever they may on the pure white bedcovers. Spencer’s tongue was so deep in her snatch when Jasmine practical spun around on his face to coat what was left of desert onto Spencer’s hardening cock before attacking that too with her mouth.

Faces in each other’s groins, Spencer and Jasmine pleasured each other to the moon and back as they licked and nibbled the other’s most sensitive parts. Both of them assuredly cleaned when Jasmine crawled off Spencer and continued her headfirst descent to the end of the bed.

“Put another condom on and fuck me again!” Jazzy moaned. She’d be overtaken by her most sluttiest desires. Her pussy preheated like an oven again and begging for Spencer’s solid loaf to be stuffed inside.

Spencer grabbed the wrapper and knelt behind Jasmine’s upturned Asian ass. Rolling the rubber on he looked at the mess they made and only thought of the mess he was going to make of her pussy once again. Grabbing her curvy hips, he plunged his thick meat back inside her, her fat and puffy lips parting effortless.

No slow getting used to Spencer’s big dick was needed now as he started to fuck her hard and firmly from the very beginning. Jasmine pushed back to meet him each time as they quickly found their timing. The shaking of the bed joining the slapping of their bodies as they fucked like carnal rabbits on their hands and knees. Thickening agents in the pie’s filling mixing with Jasmine’s fluids so that sticky tendrils clung between them each time Spencer would pull out before plunging back in. A brief second of sticky togetherness before the motion was repeated all over again.

Jasmine was a much hotter and hornier woman later in life than she had been as a teenager when Spencer had known her previous. She’d managed two very loud and vocal orgasms before Spencer started to erupt inside her for the second time today. Spencer all but picking her legs up off the bed like a wheelbarrow as he flexed and strained while cumming. Jasmine just groaned all the more as she was face-planted into the sheets as this handsome specimen of a man took her as he pleased. It was the sort of strong, dominant fucking she could only get from a man. No size strap on and her loving wife Amber was able to replicate the way Spencer took over and terrorised her insides.

Jasmine needed one last trip to the kitchen to take the finished pie out of the oven once Spencer had finally fallen triumphantly from her well-used pussy. He’d fucked her better than any guy had ever done in her life. She could only hazard a thought at how her life would have turned out differently if they slept together even half as good as that back in high school. Curling up under his strong manly musk smelling arm, she rested her body on his and then tried to make some sort of sense of the mess they’d just made. The bedding was an absolute mess and would likely need to be thrown out after this. There was no way blackberry stains would come out of white linen. It had just seemed too naughty and decadent not to do it at the time. No, the mess Jasmine was thinking of was her marriage to Amber and Spencer’s coupling with Danielle.

“Spencer,” Jasmine started slowly, trying to order her own thoughts as she said them. “I think we’re in a big mess.”

Spencer laughed. “Don’t worry about the bed. I can always have them replaced. It’s nothing really.”

“No. I mean, you and Danielle. Amber and Me.”

“Oh,” he got what she meant. “Dani is away for a couple of weeks and cleared me for anything I felt like doing while she was gone. And I really wanted that to be you.”

That didn’t make it any easier for Jasmine that she’d been the only one of them that was officially cheating.

“Are you okay with that?” Spencer asked Jasmine when she didn’t reply.

In truth, she’d done things much like this when she was in college but had hoped she’d changed and things would be different once she’d decided to marry and settle down for life with Amber. Could this be like that? A brief two-week return to how she’d been before she’d met Amber.

“Yeah. I guess. I mean; yes I can. That was really incredible. If you’d fucked me like that when we were younger, your wife would have had to fight me for you,” Jasmine told him, burying her sense of guilt down deep into the pits of her stomach. “If it’s just for a couple of weeks and then no more, that’s not too bad, is it?”

Jasmine looked to Spencer for reassurance. “I’m sure we could ruin a few more sets of sheets between then,” Spencer smirked. He fixed her with such a roguish grin that Jasmine was putty for his wolfish charms right then. She’d be the naughty little harlot he wanted and be ready to offer her body up for his wonderful cock at any point of his choosing. Could she stop what was happening at the end of two weeks though? That was a question Jasmine couldn’t answer right now though.