We remained quiet for a few minutes Kirsty's climax seemingly to have quelled my own immediate need for satisfaction. It was a moment of sheer bliss.
I was aware of Kirsty's voice, it carried a latent sexual overtone even though her words were spoken with humour.
"Peter, sweetheart, I have to go to the bathroom, I'm practically bursting. I came so close to squirting ..., whoops, I shouldn't say that, but it's all this wonderful attention you're giving me, I've never experienced anything quite like. Christ, Pete, do not walk away from me now, please."
I moved my position to allow her freedom.
"I've no intention of going anywhere, Kirsty, believe me. I feel just as frustrated as you." I meant every word.
"I'll be back in a tick so keep your motor running." With this she stood up and grabbed my erection briefly before disappearing into the en-suite.
I gazed around her bedroom, which seemed so conducive to sexual activity. Longing to open drawers and peak inside to find more of her underwear. I settled instead for picking up her discarded clothing from the carpet.
I heard movement and water being run, and when Kirsty returned minutes later I noticed she'd taken off her wet panties to reveal her amazingly smooth muff, and a thin strip of pubic hair, pubic hair so soft it was like touching a peach! I thought she'd reapplied some make-up also.
"Strewth, Kirsty. You look so sexy in lingerie. I hope you remember your promise to always wear something nice for me?"
"Of course I do! And I will, but right now you have something I want."
Without being invited I stood and removed the rest of my clothes, my semi-rested todger beginning to swell once more.
Kirsty stepped forward pushing me onto the bed and reached for my erection, which, in a matter of seconds had regained its rigid form. She looked at it swaying and flinching, and spoke.
"That's what I want, your cock!"
She knelt, and in one sweeping motion grasped my shaft and sank her freshly painted red lips over the tip. I gulped in a huge breath, my body going rigid with sheer, exquisite enjoyment., I perceived her tongue tickling at the eye, her fingers drawing the skin away from the tip.
"Whoa, that's so nice, you bitch!" I said running my fingers through her hair. "So, nice, you fucking bitch!." She took me deeper and closed her teeth gently on the flesh, stroking her hand up and down.
My resolve, which until now had been kept in check, was fast disappearing with each piston-like movement of Kirsty's fingers. If this carried on much longer, I knew I wouldn't be able to last. I held Kirsty's bobbing head still and tried to get some respite but she was having none of it.
"Please, love, ease up. It's been a long time since I ...." The sentence drifted away as she interrupted me.
"I Pete, but don't let it worry you. Just let go. I did. Later we'll be able to enjoy each other at leisure. And I have plenty of leisure planned for us, believe me!"
This woman was a marvel. I wondered about her sexual abstinence, how long she'd been without a man?
I tried to relax and allow Kirsty to work her magic, but it was difficult. Her lips, tongue and fingers were the devils implements, which were sorely tempting me. Her hand movements were increasing in tempo daring me to resist further, I was seconds away from cumming!
Kirsty somehow sensed my condition and pumped even faster. Looking me in the eyes she said in a breathless tone. "Peter, when you cum I want it all over me."
It was the final straw!
I lay back on the bed and erupted with a ferocity that was both startling and scary, almost painful!
I watched as a cascade of hot, thick essence arced into the air spattering Kirsty's face and hair, then another and another, the force of delivery diminishing each time. Never before had I ejaculated with such power!
A few seconds later, feeling spent and happy, I sat up and looked at Kirsty's face and hair covered with my sperm. I passed her a box of tissues from the bedside table. But first she treated me to a titillating little sideshow.
Raising a finger she wiped away a deposit that had struck her left eyelid. Then, putting the digit in her mouth, she sucked on it noisily before swallowing. It was quite a performance, one that showed there was absolutely no inhibitions between us!
Kirsty smiled, got to her feet and started wiping away my mess.
"Now, that was nice, Peter." She cooed, " Just think of the happy times ahead. But for the moment I need a shower. Would you like to join me?"
Fortunately, the shower enclosure was more than adequate to take two bodies. We soaped one another all over concentrating on the obvious spots, especially her fabulous breasts and nipples; it was amazing just how hard they were.
We hadn't spoken more than a few words since stepping into the shower but I realised from
Kirsty's actions that she was becoming turned on again.
To my utter surprise I found myself becoming hard, too, but from previous experience I knew there would be no charge left.
"Peter .." I heard her speak above the shower hiss. "Peter, play with me again, please. I think you're turning me into a multi-orgasm woman!"
"I like the sound of that, sweetheart." I replied, as she took my hand and placed it between her thighs.
I hit the off button to halt the water and pushed her back against the tiled wall, searching for that wonderful spot; my desire to make Kirsty climax matched those of her frenzied demands.
"Hurry. Quickly!" She urged.
I located her rosebud rolling it as previously; she went wild.
"Fingers, Peter, use your fingers as well. That's it, that's it, perfect!"
Using both sets of fingers - my left between her legs from the rear, and my right teasing the clitoris from the front – I pumped and teased in a concerted manner to appease Kirsty's craving. It was a tad uncomfortable but Kirsty was enamoured with my efforts. God, she was sensitive and responsive! Her repeated profanity drove me on and within a couple of minutes I perceived she was getting mighty close to finishing.
"There! There! There! Don't stop! Don't stop! Quicker! Quicker! NOW!"
Kirsty's legs suddenly collapsed and I tried to stop her sliding to the floor. But, in order to do so I had to remove my fingers.
Unperturbed, Kirsty took control of her orgasm by using the palm of her hand and rubbing it furiously over her pussy. The woman was wild, demented, shouting obscenities as her moment arrived.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next..
In that split-second moment of torment, when ejaculation is imminent and unstoppable, and minds a blur of emotions, try to imagine what I experienced when Kirsty screamed,
"Fuck, I'm coming" as she removed her hand and squirted once, twice, three times and more, jet after jet of relieving liquid striking the glass wall of the shower.
Kirsty went stiff and began trembling, a dead weight in my arms, I lowered her to the floor where she continued to shake; Kirsty was, literally, unable to speak.
She looked cold, so I turned the shower back on, which seemed to revive her slightly. She smiled up at me and above the noise of the water beating down asked.
"What ever do you think of me, Pete?"
"I think you've just had the mother of an orgasm." I replied. "Look at you, you're still shaking. Do you feel you alright?"
"I feel amazing, darling. This is what you do to me. I told you earlier that, never before have I had such powerful sexual urges. When I'm with you i don't feel inhibited in any sense. Did that disgust you, Peter?"
"No, of course not. I was worried, I thought you'd gone into a trance of some sort."
"I had, one you'd induced, you gorgeous, fucking man!"
We kissed lovingly, an implicit acquiescence of our mutual sexual needs.
"I'd better get dressed and clear away the dinner things." I said.
"Oh, you're so caring, Pete, thank you. I'll be down shortly and we can have a nice sexy talk!"
The End.
When Love Comes To Town
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bsp; Aileen had always been an adventurous girl, even with her religious upbringing. Her parents had encouraged her to participate in extra curricular activities, such as girl scouts, sports, and even the international student exchange program. And it was in Spain that she'd met Tadeo. The handsome college boy had been so taken with the lovely American redhead; he told his family that he intended to marry her.
Aileen's host family knew Tadeo's family and had delighted in having him over to their house for dinner. The couple drove down the coast and admired the boats on the water, went to art galleries and even an amusement park. Tadeo was very respectful of the fact that Aileen was young and somewhat unsupervised in a foreign country. They held hands everywhere they went, but he pushed the issue no further. She was the perfect height for kissing, only three inches shorter than his own six feet, but he tried to kiss her as innocently as he could manage, hoping to stave off his own raging desire for her. He longed to be lost in her curtain of long red hair, in her bright green eyes. He even thought her freckles were sexy. They spent four short weeks seeing each other, scheduling their dates around each of their classes, before she had to go back home. Throughout the rest of Aileen's junior year, they exchanged emails and cards, love notes and photos. Tadeo called her once a week, just to hear her voice and remind her that he was still deeply in love with her. Aileen's parents were cautious of her long distance relationship with the older Spanish boy, but they trusted Aileen to live by the morals that they had taught her.
Two months before the end of her senior year of high school, Aileen had turned eighteen. She had boldly invited Tadeo to come to the United States for the summer to celebrate her birthday and graduation with her. All the arrangements had been made, passports and visas were acquired and she'd squirreled away almost all of her pay from babysitting so that she could take the summer off completely. She intended to devote every moment to reacquainting herself with her boyfriend of nearly two years.
"Tadeo! Kiss me, you gorgeous man!" she'd squealed when she saw him come down the ramp. She felt tingles in places she mostly tried to ignore, just from looking at her Spanish love. He was typically tall, dark and handsome. His curly black hair was almost to his shoulders and the t-shirt he wore was tucked into his jeans tightly, showing off his wide shoulders and slim waist. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. He caught her easily and quickly gave into her demand for a kiss. They shared their most passionate one to date, with the onlookers smiling at the display. One even snapped a photo of their embrace.
"I missed you too, Aileen. Sometimes I thought I must have dreamed you. I can't believe we are finally together again."
The young couple seemed to float over to the baggage claim, buoyed by their reunion. Tadeo listened with a grin as Aileen explained his agenda for the next 24 hours, which was to include meeting her parents for the first time and eating his first American pizza. He was caught up in her animated personality, and felt the jet lag ebb back to a manageable amount. As they walked, he let himself fall just a step behind so that he could admire Aileen moving and talking. She gestured almost wildly with her hands, emphasizing what she was saying. He couldn't help but watch her heart shaped ass move beneath the snug jean shorts. That heart happened to sit atop two of the loveliest, shapely legs he'd ever seen. She walked with a natural grace that was sexier than any airs she could have tried to put on. His young lady was a beauty to behold and he took in his fill of her as they made their way to her car.
"I think maybe I brought too much luggage," he said as he jammed his bags into her little red hatchback.
She started shoving at the bags as well. "You just have to put your back into it, Tadeo. Don't tell me you've gotten weak since I last saw you! I mean you're on the rowing team!" She giggled and helped him push the last of them in.
He caught her as she headed for the driver's door. "Weak, huh? You think I have gotten weak?" Tadeo spun her around and kissed her, pressing his chest against the gentle swell of her young flesh. He imagined how those small, perfect breasts would feel in his hands when he finally got to touch them on their wedding night. He reminded himself that he would be asking her officially at some point during their summer together, after he spoke to her father.
She pressed her body into his and moaned lightly against his lips. Tadeo released Aileen and allowed the thought of asking her father for permission to marry her to soften the erection that was straining against his jeans. Being in such close proximity to his beautiful Aileen was proving even harder than it had been in Spain. Tadeo chided himself silently, knowing he had to get himself under control or face a long, horny summer.
"Pizza Pit?" he asked as they pulled into the parking lot of the local pie place.
"It's really good! Best pizza in the entire Midwest! You'll see." She met him at the front of the car and took his hand. "Anyway, my parents are inside waiting to meet you. So wipe the snooty look off your face and enter the Pit with me."
Her smile was infectious and Tadeo returned it as he let her lead him inside.
Meeting her parents went better than he'd expected. He noticed that her mother was the source of Aileen's beautiful and fiery good looks. Her father seemed to have passed onto her a healthy sense of humor and a quick wit. They were excited to meet Tadeo and he soon felt that he'd been both welcomed and approved. The pizza was amazing, in spite of the unappetizing name of the restaurant and Tadeo polished off most of a large with everything. To his horror, he found his eyes starting to droop shortly after his belly was full and he kept excusing himself to go to the men's room and splash some cold water on his face in an effort to stay awake and participate in the conversation. Aileen's mother noticed the poor boy's jet lag and instructed her to take him to her uncle's house where he would be living for his summer visit. Tadeo fell asleep on the short trip there.
They passed the first two weeks of his visit taking in the sights nearby. They invented a silly game that Aileen called "Walk Me Home." She would have him walk with her from her uncle's house, three streets away from her own, and then insist on accompanying him back there. They often prolonged their goodbye for an hour or more that way. She simply could not get enough of him.
One night, Aileen's cousin was sleeping over at her house and the conversation turned to Tadeo.
"He really is gorgeous, Leeny." Michelle said. "If I didn't have Jared, it might be dangerous for him to be spending the summer under the same roof with me," she giggled.
Aileen whacked her with a pillow and laughed. "Stay away from my man, Chelly. He's all mine!"
"So, have you?"
"Have I what?"
"Have you and Tadeo...?"
"No, of course not!" Aileen answered incredulously. "All we've done is kiss."
"Wow, it's nice that a boy in college would be happy with just kissing. I bet he's had lots of lovers in Spain."
"Three girls. That's not many," she murmured.
"More than Jared!"
For days afterward, she could not push that thought out of her mind. Aileen worried that she wasn't giving Tadeo enough to maintain his interest. She was sure that he loved her and that she loved him. But was it enough? What if he thought she was too immature and repressed, waiting until she was married to lose her virginity? She had felt his hardness pressed against her on more than one occasion, seen the lust in his eyes. It was the same lust she felt for him. So she knew he was affected by her. He wanted her. And she was making him wait. He'd traveled all the way from Spain to be with her and she expected him to be happy with a few kisses. It weighed on her heavily.
Michelle suggested a camping trip the following week. She wanted to go camping with Jared and knew that her parents would have a fit if she didn't take a family member. She asked Aileen, who accepted quickly. Tadeo was thrilled at the chance to get out of the city and get some fresh air and sunshine. Aileen's parents loaned them their van to haul all of their camping gear and they loaded up enough supplies for the long weekend they planned to be gone.
> The spot Jared found for them was gorgeous. It took them three trips to haul their gear to the sunlit clearing next to the waterfall-fed pool. As they trudged back on their third trip, they simultaneously dropped the equipment and kicked off their shoes, all of them sloshing into the cool water. They swam and splashed like children in their clothes. The boys soon tossed their shirts up on the bank. Tadeo took Aileen into his arms and held her against his bare chest. Even with the cool water on his skin, Aileen felt herself become heated with the contact.
When cooled, they all trudged up onto the bank to set up their equipment. Michelle and Jared looked at each other conspiratorially before grabbing their tent and heading for the other side of the pool.
"Chelly, where are you going? I thought we were going to camp together. That's what I told Uncle Will!" Aileen followed behind her, leaving Tadeo unpacking their gear. "We were going to have a girls' tent and a boys' tent," she hissed at her cousin. "I can't sleep with Tadeo!"
"Go on," Michelle called over her shoulder at Jared when she'd turned to face Aileen. "Look, Leeny. I love you. We're more like sisters than cousins. But this weekend is not about s'mores and ghost stories. We aren't in the girl scouts anymore. You aren't going after a merit badge; you're going after a man!" She gestured toward a hunched over Tadeo, his wet shorts clinging to his impressive backside. "And I'm going after one of my own! Jared and I have already had sex once. And my plan is to make it twice before I sleep tonight. If you tell Mom and Dad, I will never speak to you again!"
"You know I'm not going to tell! But I can't do this! I can't have sex with Tadeo. I'm not sure that I'm ready. And I really believe in the abstinence pledge I took...WE took." She eyed her cousin accusingly. "You didn't even tell me that you weren't a virgin anymore."
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