Let the hormones roll

He ripped off her t-shirt and bra unceremoniously, not even bother to unclasp the latter. Her wonderful breasts bounced into view as she flung his pants to the floor. Pushing him back to setting on the couch, her sweats came off as she approached him. Both of them were already breathing heavily in anticipation. When her legs were free, she got up onto his lap, facing him and straddling his still hard cock. Only pausing to pull her thong to one side, she lowered herself quickly, impaling herself upon him.

"Oh..GOD! That...feels so...good!" she whimpered and squealed. He could feel her pussy clenching onto his rod. He wasn't sure if she was still orgasiming from before or had a fresh one going. His mind going blank, he grabbed her hips and began to thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. Loud smacks filled the apartment as their flesh collided with one another. Her pussy made wet noises as they fucked rabidly.

He moaned and grunted as they collided again and again. Her high pitched squeals accompanied him in a passionate serenade to themselves. Her firm tits bounced furiously in front of him, swaying to the beat of their fucking.

After a while, she seemed to be slowing down. John decided to take over. Grabbing the soft globes of her buttocks tightly, he picked her up to her surprise. Roughly slamming her lengthwise back onto the couch, he moved on top, his cock never leaving her pussy the entire time. With a smile and a growl, he began to pump her as hard as he could, mercilessly. She howled in delight as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. It wasn't long before her thighs began to quake again.

"Oh God! Oh God! Uh..Uh..Uh...Please...sto-stop...I'm cumming! Oh fuck! FuuuuuuHHHCCCCKK!!!" she cried out, as his pace actually increased. Her hands clawed at his back uselessly, her head thrown back in a silent scream. She then leaned forward and she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, screaming into his flesh. John winced, not sure if she was drawing blood or not, but he didn't relent his pounding. He could feel her hot wetness surrounding his length, loud squelching noises joining in the chaos. He leaned down and firmly bit the flesh part of her breast. She cried out as her spasming pussy clamped down yet again.

Sweat poured from both of them, mingling at their hips. John leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back ferociously, like someone starving for such a thing. He knew he was beginning to tire, and even though he came earlier, that familiar sensation told him he was getting close. With a few more thrust, he let go inside her.

The blast of cum from his dick made his previous orgasm look weak in comparison. His hips locked as his penis shot wave after wave of boiling cum into her gushing pussy. Stacy couldn't even react, as she was gasping for air, limbs twitching helplessly. He could feel himself painting the walls of her vagina white with cum. As his orgasm began to wind down, he spasmed himself, every slightest movement excruciating to his hyper-sensitive cock. After what seemed like hours, his shrinking dick slipped out from her, followed by a white trail of their mixed juices.

Gently, he nuzzled in next to her. She instinctively curled up against him, putting her head to his chest. Wrapping an arm around her, he amused himself, watching her pant and occasionally shake as aftershocks rippled through her. They lay like this in long silence, the TV still totally ignored in the background.

"What...The...Literal..Fuck?" she finally managed to gasp.

"Hmm?"

Her shaky hand went up to her forehead to wipe away the sweat. "I don't...I never...What happened?"

"I'm not 100% sure, but I think we had sex."

She laughed and punched him weakly. "No. We fucked. That wasn't lovemaking or whatever. I thought I was going to give you a thrill. 'Fucked an 18 year old college student last night' badge of honor. I've never came like that before."

He laugh, and began to rub her back. She jumped and said, "NO! Nonono. I'm still too sensitive. All of me."

He grinned. "Need a drink? I know I'm thirsty."

She nodded. He got up and filled 2 of his largest glasses with ice water. Returning to her, he sat on the floor next to her prone body as she took the drink.

"Welcome to New York." he said, leaning over and kissing her.