The P’s PP 4 The VP’s V.

Darcie let herself into the kitchen, where Spencer was pacing, through the side door.

“Well, that was a surprise. I didn’t think you could do this sort of thing after all,” Darcie began. Her voice was equal parts snide as well as playful sex-cat.

Spencer covered the distance to her in three steps. Cupping her cheeks with both hands, Spencer pinned Darcie to the glass sliding door as he kissed her hungrily.

“Shut up. Talk afterwards. I want to fuck first,” he told her as he started to kiss down her neck as he thrust his groin powerfully and suggestively against her.

Darcie could skip all the talking for all she cared. She was already reaching back around Spencer’s tight developed shoulders to claw at his back. Her body was melding into Spencer’s as they set the spark to her kindling.

Both dashing to the bedroom, Spencer didn’t give Darcie a chance to climb up onto the bed before he had her bent over the side of it. Pulling off his shirt frantically, Spencer then tugged Darcie’s blue jeans down around her ankles. Her plain black panties following as Spencer dropped his bottoms as well.

Darcie moaned as Spencer grabbed both cheeks of her pale white ass in his palms and squeezed them tight. Splitting the cleft of her thighs to reveal the curled lips of her pussy that already glistened for him. He could have licked her first but instead rubbed the tip of his cock against those lips and started to use her fluids to moisten himself. A couple of firm wacks of his meaty cock against her puffy slit and then he was pressing himself within.

“Fuck! So big,” Darcie grunted as she was impaled by Spencer’s generous dick. Oh, how she had come to miss that feeling of blissful fullness that only he had been able to supply. She gripped down onto the bedding and gave herself over to Spencer to be used however he liked.

He didn’t start with her quickly. Instead, spending long minutes just exulting in slowing driving the full length of his cock deep inside her. Pausing at the moment of full penetration to press down with the weight of his body against her arse as her body shivered and formed goosebumps all over her flesh. The aroma of Darcie’s womanhood filled Spencer’s nostrils and he flared like a buck in season.

Grabbing a firm handful of the hair on the back of Darcie’s scalp Spencer began to fuck her slowly and methodically. It was almost purely for his benefit but the steady pace of his dick inside her had Darcie wanting to climb the God damn walls and scream, breaking the peace. And moan she did! Way out here on his former farmland Darcie could groan and swear as much as she pleased.

“Oh fuck me with that giant fucking cock of yours Spencer!”

“Fuck me pussy like mean it!”

“Oh, God! Oh, God! So fucking deep… uuuggggugggghhh uggghh…”

Words devolving into guttural grunts and rumbles as Darcie went cock-eyed as she came all over him. Leaning back and holding her hips up against him, Spencer watched as the smooth flanks of Darcie’s arse flexed and pulsed. The round star of her arse contracting in time with the grips he felt on his cock from pussy. His balls resting against her clit were quickly covered in her greasy excretions as she came deeply on his dick.

Pulling out, Spencer pushed Darcie up onto the middle of the bed as he got on behind her to lay down. She moaned softly for a bit, still feeling the after-effects of her orgasm before she took her place by squatting down over his hips. Lifting herself up higher to get the long tip between her, Darcie dropped her weight and started to ride him.

In control of the pace and tempo, Darcie soon had Spencer gasping as the sounds of their bodies filled the room. Loud wet slaps repeated between them as she bounced on him fast and hard. She loved his dick as she fuck him back. The only thing feeling better was when she felt his cum splashing inside her. Pride and the incredible sense of achievement filling her also as she made this incredible man erupt from her actions. Her pussy was too hot and wet for him to handle as he was unable to hold himself back from filling her insides.

The thick helping of cream was not the only one Darcie got that day as they continued their carnal delights for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. Spencer cumming inside again when he mounted her sometime later in missionary. And then twice more again as they cycled back through doggystyle and finally missionary once again. Darcie was too worn out to go on top again but more than happy for Spencer to take her however he pleased.

Much later in the early afternoon, Spencer and Darcie cuddled together in a post-coital embrace. It finally felt like the time to begin anew the conversation Darcie had started that morning.

“So, if we did this, what does it mean about your girlfriend?” Darcie asked.

“You owe me a bit of an apology for the way you acted at Kim’s party on the weekend,” Spencer told her not gruffly.

“Oh? How so?” Darcie asked. She was genuinely confused at what she had done that might warrant an apology at all.

“Dani asked me if we were having an affair because of you acting like a jealous little bitch.”

Darcie wanted to get affronted and insulted but she knew it was an accurate portrayal of her behaviour that night. “What did you say?”

“The truth. That we weren’t but had before and the reasons why. It was Dani that told me to do ‘this’ while she was away for two weeks,” Spencer recounted.

“Hmmm well, I think four loads of your cum inside my pussy is apology enough already. I’m going to be leaking for the rest of the day.”

“Four. Five. Why not make it ten? I’ve got two weeks. I might take you whenever I please in that time.”

Darcie was facing away from Spencer so was able to hide the smile on her face. Her pussy was already starting to tingle again at the idea she traced the fine hairs on the back of his arm. She would be at his beck and call whenever he pleased.