Pie Part II
Her head slammed into the pillow taken from the couch as the force of her orgasm swept through her so hard that it ripped away her breath. She lay quivering on the living room floor writhing in anticipation of more. Lucy’s blonde hair cascaded over her half-closed eyes and spilled across the pillow, making her look dazzlingly vulnerable and beautiful. Brian’s large hand cupped tightly over one of her bare breasts, his thumb massaging the bud of her nipple as he played her body like an instrument. Small beads of perspiration from the passionate fury of their coupling clung to her chest. Her stocking clad legs spread apart beneath his torso felt like jelly, and she struggled to kiss him back as he drove his cock into her body again and again. The room was spinning, and it wasn't just the wine. It was the thrill of the tension-releasing sex that was carrying her now. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip and opened her mouth and let out a long groan as she chased her wave. She kept trying to squeeze him with her pussy as his cock penetrated her through the hole he’d torn in her pantyhose take her. She loved feeling the wetness of his cum-soaked pubic hair as it brushed against her parted pussy lips over the gaping hole he’d made to assuage his passion. There was the sweet smell of sex on the air, mixed with the still-lingering smells of dinner. The strong thrusts were met with the gentle tingle of his fingers on her clit as he plied her to the edge yet again.
"No fair" she panted. "Oh oh no.. Oh god Brian!!!!!! Aaaeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaa!" She screamed, as her fingernails raked his back, marking his smooth sweat covered skin, and then there was the rushing warm release, as the flood of her orgasm made an even bigger mess. She tried wrapping her legs around his back and pulling him tight, as her pussy closed in, rhythmically massaging his engorged cock. She raked her heel along his bottom, as she came hard. His eyes were closed, and he kissed her deeply. Her wool skirt was upturned beneath her, her poor skirt; the expensive fabric was now stained hopelessly with their love juices, but she wasn't in the mood to complain. She had a good drycleaner. Her white silk blouse was open, falling to her sides against the floor along with her bra cups, baring her taught breasts to the continual stimulation of his kisses. Her nipples were tight and wet from her arousal, and as her orgasm slowed, she coaxed him on. "Fuck me lover! Oh yeah! come to me oh lover! I need you!" She demanded. She tried to hump her crotch against him, raising her swollen pussy into his thrusts, but her legs were still like jelly. His oral ministrations through her pantyhose had left her wanting him inside her so badly. His glistening cock penetrated her yet again, in and out rapidly as he rose to meet her and then she felt him slow, pausing at the edge. She felt his back tense up, and then his whole body shuddered as the blast of cum shot deep inside her.
"Aahhhhhhhhhh. Lucy." He almost screamed, as the waves hit him. He struggled to open his eyes and look at her as the ecstasy ripped through him. His thrusts deepened as he emptied his load, wave upon wave inside her. Her mouth met his as she pulled his tongue inside her mouth, sucking his tongue inside as her pussy squeezed the cum from his cock. He tasted like wine, and man, and her pussy. It made her feel so desired when he took her like this. He broke away from the kiss, as he nursed his orgasm on, the surging now growing slower. She pulled his head to her chest, making him bury his head in her breasts as he came. She could feel the warmth of it, and had felt the first shot as it hit deep within her.
"Yes.. lover… yes baby…give it to me… all of it…" she cooed. His breathing deepened, and he sighed deeply, kissing and sucking on her breast. She looked down at him, with his face resting against her wet nipple and Lucy smiled. He slowed and pulled her over on her side, his cock warm and full, and a little less firm inside her. She felt his hands stroking her as they both caught their breath.
"Pretty good for an old guy," she teased. "But I'm still ahead of you, lover: 5 to 3."
"I'll just have to make it up to you," he smiled. There was a look of quiet contentment on his face that made her smile. He hugged her tightly.
"You do that, but remember we start with the dishes now that we've made our mess!" She teased. "Oh yeah. I was going to dry right?" he asked.
"I think I'll wash up and THEN we'll do the dishes. Why don't you come into the shower with me? We're both a mess," she offered. "Sure thing," he said, helping her up off the floor.
"We sure do make a mess don't we. You'd think we were lovers or something," she said, surveying the clothing sprawled on the floor. She shimmied out of her sticky panties and slid her stockings down her smooth legs, anticipating the upcoming shower. She knew he’d help her wash everywhere...
"One might think that, given the evidence," he said.
"Just look what you do to me with a little wine and pasta," she said, holding up her tiny black panties for him to see. The crotch was soaked with her milky-white girl cum.
"I'm looking." He said. And then he bent over to smell them as she held them out for his inspection. "Mmmm.. smells like I had Lucy for dessert!" She felt his eyes move from the panties to her eyes, and then her body and she blushed, but he continued to adore her. His eyes held hers a moment before taking in more of her beautiful nakedness. She enjoyed being looked at, and it always gave her a shiver when he looked at her that way, unreservedly admiring and unguarded. She walked toward the bedroom, holding her panties by her finger and dangling them over her shoulder behind her.
"Come here you, and let's wash up." He followed willingly. She grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom, pausing to deposit the panties in the hamper. She wouldn't need them again tonight. Come to think of it, she'd be lucky if they ever did get to the dishes. She smiled and contemplated all the things he could do to her in the shower. The door closed behind them, the water flowed, and the steam began to rise.
"No fair" she panted. "Oh oh no.. Oh god Brian!!!!!! Aaaeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaa!" She screamed, as her fingernails raked his back, marking his smooth sweat covered skin, and then there was the rushing warm release, as the flood of her orgasm made an even bigger mess. She tried wrapping her legs around his back and pulling him tight, as her pussy closed in, rhythmically massaging his engorged cock. She raked her heel along his bottom, as she came hard. His eyes were closed, and he kissed her deeply. Her wool skirt was upturned beneath her, her poor skirt; the expensive fabric was now stained hopelessly with their love juices, but she wasn't in the mood to complain. She had a good drycleaner. Her white silk blouse was open, falling to her sides against the floor along with her bra cups, baring her taught breasts to the continual stimulation of his kisses. Her nipples were tight and wet from her arousal, and as her orgasm slowed, she coaxed him on. "Fuck me lover! Oh yeah! come to me oh lover! I need you!" She demanded. She tried to hump her crotch against him, raising her swollen pussy into his thrusts, but her legs were still like jelly. His oral ministrations through her pantyhose had left her wanting him inside her so badly. His glistening cock penetrated her yet again, in and out rapidly as he rose to meet her and then she felt him slow, pausing at the edge. She felt his back tense up, and then his whole body shuddered as the blast of cum shot deep inside her.
"Aahhhhhhhhhh. Lucy." He almost screamed, as the waves hit him. He struggled to open his eyes and look at her as the ecstasy ripped through him. His thrusts deepened as he emptied his load, wave upon wave inside her. Her mouth met his as she pulled his tongue inside her mouth, sucking his tongue inside as her pussy squeezed the cum from his cock. He tasted like wine, and man, and her pussy. It made her feel so desired when he took her like this. He broke away from the kiss, as he nursed his orgasm on, the surging now growing slower. She pulled his head to her chest, making him bury his head in her breasts as he came. She could feel the warmth of it, and had felt the first shot as it hit deep within her.
"Yes.. lover… yes baby…give it to me… all of it…" she cooed. His breathing deepened, and he sighed deeply, kissing and sucking on her breast. She looked down at him, with his face resting against her wet nipple and Lucy smiled. He slowed and pulled her over on her side, his cock warm and full, and a little less firm inside her. She felt his hands stroking her as they both caught their breath.
"Pretty good for an old guy," she teased. "But I'm still ahead of you, lover: 5 to 3."
"I'll just have to make it up to you," he smiled. There was a look of quiet contentment on his face that made her smile. He hugged her tightly.
"You do that, but remember we start with the dishes now that we've made our mess!" She teased. "Oh yeah. I was going to dry right?" he asked.
"I think I'll wash up and THEN we'll do the dishes. Why don't you come into the shower with me? We're both a mess," she offered. "Sure thing," he said, helping her up off the floor.
"We sure do make a mess don't we. You'd think we were lovers or something," she said, surveying the clothing sprawled on the floor. She shimmied out of her sticky panties and slid her stockings down her smooth legs, anticipating the upcoming shower. She knew he’d help her wash everywhere...
"One might think that, given the evidence," he said.
"Just look what you do to me with a little wine and pasta," she said, holding up her tiny black panties for him to see. The crotch was soaked with her milky-white girl cum.
"I'm looking." He said. And then he bent over to smell them as she held them out for his inspection. "Mmmm.. smells like I had Lucy for dessert!" She felt his eyes move from the panties to her eyes, and then her body and she blushed, but he continued to adore her. His eyes held hers a moment before taking in more of her beautiful nakedness. She enjoyed being looked at, and it always gave her a shiver when he looked at her that way, unreservedly admiring and unguarded. She walked toward the bedroom, holding her panties by her finger and dangling them over her shoulder behind her.
"Come here you, and let's wash up." He followed willingly. She grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom, pausing to deposit the panties in the hamper. She wouldn't need them again tonight. Come to think of it, she'd be lucky if they ever did get to the dishes. She smiled and contemplated all the things he could do to her in the shower. The door closed behind them, the water flowed, and the steam began to rise.
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