Two Weeks Later Joe & Wendy

It had been two weeks since the night of fall dance where Joe and Wendy had sex for the very first time losing their virginity to each other in the old homestead house on his family farm. Joe hadn’t be able to see or talk Wendy since that night. Her parents grounded her for breaking her curfew that night of the dance.

Joe and Wendy were parked at their favorite spot down by the river. It had little over two weeks since they had seen each. There hormones were in overdrive gas they were making out in the front of Joe’s old pick up truck. Wendy takes her shirt off revealing her huge 44DD tits that strain against her bra.

They continued to make out, their lips locked together as Joe’s hands slid down her back to the clasp of her bra. With a practiced flick of his fingers, he unsnapped it, and the garment fell away, freeing her breasts. She gasped against his mouth as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples, and she pressed her body closer to his, her own hands tangling in his hair. The heat between them built, their breaths growing ragged as they lost themselves in the familiar, desperate need that had been building for two long weeks.

Wendy's hand found his zipper, and with a soft, metallic rasp she pulled it down, her fingers slipping inside his briefs to wrap around his fat, thick, hard cock. The feel of his heated skin against her palm sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she stroked him slowly, savoring the weight and size of him in her hand. Joe groaned against her mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily into her grip, and he broke the kiss to bury his face in her neck, his breath hot and ragged as he whispered her name, his own hands sliding down to the waistband of her jeans, fumbling with the button there, desperate to feel her skin against his.

Joe wanted to feel Wendy’s tight fat pussy lips around his cock again as Wendy pulled her pants and panties down stroking Joe’s fat cock. Wendy stops stroking Joe’s cock and asked him.

Where’s the condoms at and Joe saids shit I forgot them, his face reddening as he realized his mistake, his throbbing cock still slick from her touch. "We can't do it without them," Wendy whispered, her hand still wrapped around his shaft, her own pussy aching and wet as she looked at his thick, veined dick, the tip glistening with precum. "I know," Joe groaned, his hands sliding down to her bare ass, pulling her closer so her slick cunt pressed against his cock, "but I've been dreaming about this for two weeks, Wen. I need to feel that tight pussy wrapped around me again." Wendy bit her lip, her resolve crumbling as she felt his cock twitch against her wet slit, and she leaned in to kiss him hard, her hand guiding his tip to her entrance as she whispered against his mouth, "let me try something she says to Joe”

Wendy turns around reverse cowgirl putting her ass towards Joes face She pushes joes fat cock against his stomach pointing towards his face as she lowered her pussy down on top of his and started to slide her very wet fat pussy lips up down his fat cock.

Wendy lowered herself onto him, her slick, swollen pussy lips parting as she dragged them along the length of his fat cock, sliding from the base all the way up to the glistening tip, then back down again in a slow, torturous rhythm. The friction was maddening—her wetness coating his shaft, the heat of her cunt pressing against him without ever letting him slip inside. Joe groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she moved, his head falling back against the seat as he watched her ass rise and fall, her pussy lips glistening and stretched as they slid over his rigid dick. "Fuck, Wen," he breathed, his voice ragged, "that feels so good." Wendy bit her lip, her eyes half-closed as she focused on the sensation of his thick cock sliding between her slick lips, her clit rubbing against his shaft with every pass. She increased her pace, her breath hitching as she rode him in this maddening tease, her own arousal soaking them both, the cab of the truck filling with the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy sliding along his cock, driving them both wild with pent-up need.

Wendy picked up the pace, her slick pussy lips sliding faster and faster along the length of his fat cock, the wet, slapping sounds of her flesh meeting his filling the cab as she chased the release they both desperately needed. Joe's hands found her hips, guiding her rhythm as his breathing grew ragged, the sight of her glistening cunt lips gripping and releasing his shaft pushing him closer to the edge. "I'm gonna cum, Wen," he groaned, his voice strained, and Wendy only moved faster, her own climax building as she felt his cock twitch and pulse beneath her. With a cry, she came, her pussy lips clamping down and squeezing his thick shaft as Joe groaned her name, his hot seed erupting from his cock in thick, heavy ropes that splashed across his stomach and chest, coating his skin as Wendy continued to ride him through their shared release, her pussy milking every last drop from his pulsing dick before she finally collapsed against him, both of them breathless and trembling in the aftermath.

"Fuck, Wendy, that was incredible," Joe breathed, his chest still heaving as he lay beneath her, his cock still slick and spent against his stomach. Wendy smiled down at him, her own body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax as she lifted herself off him, the wet slide of her pussy lips leaving a glistening trail across his skin. "It was, wasn't it?" she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction as she leaned down to kiss him, her hand moving to wipe some of his cum from his stomach, "and I don't get pregnant doing it that way." Joe let out a shaky laugh, pulling her close and burying his face in her hair, the warmth of her body against his calming the frantic beat of his heart as they lay tangled together in the front seat of his old pickup, the river murmuring its steady song just beyond the fogged-up windows.

I know but I sure would love to feel your pussy wrapped around my fat cock said Joe, his voice thick with lingering desire as his hand traced lazy patterns across her damp skin. Wendy shifted against him, her thigh brushing against his still-sensitive shaft as she propped herself up on one elbow to look at him, her eyes dark with the same want she saw reflected in his. "I know, baby," she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest to toy with the cooling cum that still glistened on his stomach, "but this is safer for now, and we still have so much time." She leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips, then another, her hand sliding lower to wrap around his cock once more, feeling it stir and thicken again at her touch. "Besides," she murmured against his mouth, her voice taking on a teasing edge as she began to stroke him slowly, "I think you've got at least one more round in you, and I know just how to finish it."

Wendy's words trailed off into a soft, knowing smile as she released his cock from her grip and began to shift her body downward, her lips brushing a trail of kisses across his stomach and over the cooling evidence of their first release. She lowered her head, her breath warm against his skin as she took his hardening fat cock into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, tasting the mingled salt of his sweat and her own arousal. Joe's hips bucked involuntarily as a guttural groan escaped his throat, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass until the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. She hummed her approval around his shaft, the vibration sending a shudder through his entire body as she worked him with practiced devotion, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach, her other hand cupping his balls as she felt them tighten in her palm, signaling that his second release was building fast.

I’m going cum” “Wendy pull her lips off his fat cock just onto say do it give me your cum I want tasted” as she sucked his fat cock harder.

Wendy felt Joe’s huge balls tighten up in her hand, drawing taut against his body as his impending release sent a tremor through his entire frame, and she redoubled her efforts, her lips sliding down his shaft with renewed urgency as she took him deep into her throat, her tongue working the sensitive underside of his cock in a rhythm that pushed him relentlessly toward the edge. With a choked cry of her name, Joe’s hips surged upward as his second load of cum erupted from his fat cock, flooding Wendy’s mouth with thick, salty bursts that she swallowed greedily, her throat working around his pulsing shaft as she milked every last drop from him, her hand still cupping his tightening balls as they finally relaxed in her palm, signaling that she had taken all he had to give. She held him in her mouth until his shuddering subsided, then slowly pulled away, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she licked the last traces of his cum from the corner of her mouth, her eyes meeting his with a look of pure, sated triumph.

Joe's fat cock fell back against his stomach as it started to soften, glistening with the mingled evidence of their shared pleasure. Wendy traced a finger along its length, marveling at the sensation of his spent flesh beneath her touch, before curling up against his side with a contented sigh. The cab of the truck felt like their own private world, the cooling air outside a distant concern as she nestled her head against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart gradually slow from its frantic pace. Joe's arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice rough with satisfaction when he murmured, "I could get used to this." Wendy smiled against his skin, her hand resting over his heart as she whispered back, "Good, because I'm not planning on letting you go anytime soon." The quiet intimacy of the moment settled around them like a warm blanket, the promise of more to come hanging unspoken in the air between them.