Chapter 5

Now it was my turn to reach up and cup her beautiful face. “Take your time, baby,” I gasped. “I’m not going anywhere. Do whatever you need to do. I’m all yours.” She smiled wide when she heard that, then she sat back and I felt her pussy lips on the head of my cock.

With a small look of concentration – yep, the tip of her tongue stuck out again – she reached back and grabbed my cock. She pointed it at the center of her pussy, and circled it once or twice to get it nestled perfectly between her thick, wet outer lips. Then she began rubbing the head up and down her slit, her juices dripping down my length. Up and down, teasing her pussy, then her clit, back and forth. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she seemed like she was in another world. I put my hands up, cupped her tits, and gently massaged them. She opened her eyes briefly and smiled at me, then closed them again and went back to work.

The feeling of her thumb and fingertips on my shaft, combined with her wet pussy lips and hard nub of a clit slithering over my cockhead, felt so good I can hardly describe it. Every time my cockhead hit the entrance to her pussy I’d jump. It was all I could do to keep my hips from thrusting just on instinct. I had to fight it, though. She was in charge and I didn’t want to hurt her or scare her off. I also didn’t want to cum too soon, and it was getting to the point where I really had to try to ignore the waves of pleasure coming up my cock and through my whole body. I did not want this to end.

When she hit her clit, she’d also give a little jump. Then she’d circle my cockhead around her clit two or three times, teasing herself practically out of her own skin, before starting all over again. I kept up my massage of her sweet tits, hanging practically in my face. I wanted desperately to tongue them, but with one hand between us guiding my cock she was bracing her whole weight on the other arm. She was in great shape, but eventually she was going to get tired. I used my hands on her tits to help support her, and she really seemed to enjoy the pressure. She actually started leaning into me, causing me to mash her breasts flat against her chest.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was shaking her head side-to-side, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I don’t know how much of it was the pressure on her breasts or how much was the pressure she was putting on her clit and pussy lips with the head of my cock, but whatever it was the combination was definitely working for her.

Her face had turned red and she was now grinding her clit into the head of my cock. Her entire body was tensing up before I even realized what was happening. I started squeezing her breasts to give her a little added push, and she began to quickly nod her head up and down, so I squeezed even harder. That seemed to do it. Rubbing my cock head furiously across her clit, her whole body shuddered and she let out an animalistic sound that was halfway between a grunt and a yell. It went on and on, these guttural grunts turning gradually higher pitched as her body shook all over. Suddenly it was over, and she collapsed onto me, my hands on her tits holding her up.

I lowered her to my chest, where she nestled against me. My cock was still iron hard, trapped against my abdomen by her sopping pussy lips, the head pillowing her sensitive clit. Her pussy juice had soaked me, running down by cock and drenching my balls. I could hardly stand it, and I started experimentally twitching my hips. Her clit must have been too sensitive so soon after cumming, though, because she quickly moaned and backed her hips off. I looked up at her and found that she was looking at me, her breathe quickly returning to normal.

“You didn’t cum?” She asked.

“Not yet,” I said, trying to sound seductive. I grinned at her. She grinned back.

“Oh, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” she said with childlike glee. She got back on her hands and knees and I immediately realized the benefits of fucking a real athlete. Her breathing was almost back to normal and she was ready to go again.

Once more she reached between us and grabbed my cock, but it was so soaked and slippery with her juices that she had to try three times before she could get a good grip with her fingertips. She circled the head around her opening once or twice, centered it, took a deep breath, and leaned back.

I felt incredible pressure on my cock head. She may have been a big girl, and she may not have technically been a virgin, but she was as tight as any virgin ever was. It felt like my cock was being shoved up into a tiny, wet fist.

The head slipped past her lips into her pussy, and she groaned and bit her lip. I was putting all of my willpower into not thrusting my hips, into just lying still and letting her do all the work, but it was almost impossible. I could feel the heat from her pussy, and her juices dripping down my length and over my balls. I wanted to be inside her so badly that my balls were aching for it. She was working herself up and down a bit, settling my head a bit deeper each time she leaned back. Then another inch slipped into her. My whole head was inside, and I could feel her tight pussy lips sealed around my glans.

Her eyes were still tightly closed, her mouth clenched shut, totally concentrating on getting my cock inside her body. I don’t know how much pain she was in, but she never stopped. She kept rhythmically rocking forward, her beautiful tits swinging just above my face, and back, working my cock into her tight, hot depths. After rocking back and forth lightly ten or twelve times, she would rock deeper and take another half inch or so inside herself. The suction was so intense it felt like I was getting a blow job.