"I want to fuck you, John" Judith told him playfully.

Now she got her way, and John laid under her. "I want to fuck you, John" Judith told him playfully. She did too, squeezing him. They kissed some more, and then he noticed her adjusting her hips, almost as if she wanted him to slide his cock into her. He was willing to play along, and soon enough his dick head was pressing into her. John closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of penetrating Judith. The initial feeling of a woman's wetness enveloping him is always exquisite, but this time it was especially so. Usually, he is the one pressing in, initiating the penetration. This time, the woman was pressing herself against him, actively getting fucked.

Soon she was thrusting in and out, kissing him and putting her weight on him. He adores having a woman's weight on him, which gives him a tangible feeling of closeness. Both of them groaned again when John's dick pressed in. Now they were in the fuck-phase, where deep and grunt-inducing strokes pleasure them both. Judith her fingers pinched and pulled John's tiny nipples, as if signaling how hers should be treated. He grabbed her entire breast, squeezing it and eliciting an encouraging moan from her. Then he milked her breast up, finishing by pulling her nipple roughly. She loved it. His mouth moved down and he sucked her nipple, licking it too. "Bite it," she told him breathlessly. Complying, he nipped at her teat, getting another moan for his effort.

In her thrusts, John's dick accidentally popped out, bumping judith her clit. Her quiver of pleasure told him that she liked that, so she pulled of and slid his dick between her pussy lips, floating in her butter boat. It would have been amusing to compare the sight to a hot dog resting in a bun, except it felt so damn good to both of them! She was soaking wet, and fucking her "bun" was sloppy fun. Back in his dick went, John was feeling how damn wet Judith was. It was like screwing custard. He slid in two fingers between his cock and her clit, rubbing her clit with his thumb as she fucked him. His cock was being pressed up against the bottom of her pussy, and so she was getting intense pleasure. As was he.

John didn't want to orgasm quite yet, budt, Oh my, he was almost gonna cum! Judith slowed down and he was feeling her body tense, and tense, and tense. He laid on his back, and she sat on his prong. After fucking him for so long, resulted in a pretty rapid orgasm. He just love having a woman on top, fucking him. It isn't that he want her to do all the work. What he like is that she could pull off him if she didn't want him to be inside her; her being on top, and his cock being inside, was proof that she wanted him there. A woman's embracing pleasure in this way is a thrill for him.

Like John said, it didn't take long for him to cum. He had already cum mentally from her strong orgasm. Now his body merely released itself, pouring his seed into Judith. She kept humping him as he came. His cock gets so sensitive and ticklish as he cum, that the continued fucking is almost too much. He closed his eyes when he came, and he suspected he made some sort of sound. He suspected this because when he opened his eyes, Judith was smiling down at him, practically laughing.

John liked to think that Judth was smiling because she too took satisfaction and pleasure from their union. He hoped that was the case. He hoped she was smiling out of love. Now, she gave me a "you better get ready, Buster" look. He didn't know what that meant, but his post-orgasm blues were gone.