by Matt Tims
“You have no idea how many times I’ve sat in this very seat and watched you in the kitchen,” he told her while staring at her perfect backside. “I watched this amazing woman, make this awesome meals, all while looking so sexy.”
She shot him a smile before continuing her mission to slice up the watermelon as fast as she could. He shouldn’t have to wait after what he’d just done for her. After all, she still felt giddy from that last orgasm.
“There’s this one thing I’ve always wanted to do.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” she asked with her back turned to the kitchen table. Quick, quiet footsteps evaded her attention as she sliced once again into the succulent fruit in front of her. Suddenly, she wasn’t alone. “Oh!”
Kevin pressed against her back, her butt soaking in the feel of his still semi-erect cock through his shorts. His arms ran along the outside of her body before his hands found the countertop surface. He was doing the one thing he’d always fantasized about: trapping his dream girl in his hold.
Cute giggles from kissing her neck had his manhood rock hard before he could say a word. She was casually cutting up fruit for him while he pressed into her like she was his girlfriend; and for today at least, she was.
His mouth found her ear to let her know, “There’s one last thing on my list.”
“And what’s that?” she asked.
His right hand pushed the cutting board and fruit off to the side. The sharp knife followed until the countertop in front of them was completely clear. He leaned back and gave her shoulder a light push, sending her sprawling over the marble surface. It was almost like she was waiting for it.
Lisa felt her yoga pants and thong swiftly pulled down, and the big head of his cock rub along the length of her moist pussy lips. Her attempt to step out of her clothes was derailed by an overwhelming sensation of fullness. He obviously didn’t care that her pants and underwear were down around her knees. The stud behind her didn’t have time for minuscule problems like those. He saw something he had to have, and he was taking it.
A loud groan escaped from his lips as his thick cock sank inside the one place he’d always deemed off-limits. This incredible woman was amazing in bed, tasted sweet, and looked perfect; so why wouldn’t she feel like this too? He shouldn’t have been surprised, but he would be lying if he didn’t admit to being a little caught off guard.
She gripped him like a glove as his throbbing erection explored the depths of her inviting hole. He was being hugged from every direction. Everything was tight, wet, and warm, and her ridges were sending electricity throughout his manhood. And having her bent over the counter while she was still partially dressed only made everything that much hotter. Over a decade of fantasies were coming to life; and he was going to enjoy every second of it, because something told him he didn’t have too many of those seconds left.
He picked up the pace, the sound of his balls slamming into her pussy echoing throughout the kitchen. One hand on her hip, one on her clothed shoulder, and his cock in the most wonderful place on the planet. Life didn’t get any better than this.
“Harder.”
His ears perked up at the sound of her request. There was a desperation deep inside him to impress her. It’d always been there, and his new confident demeanor didn’t change that. His fingers sank further into her body so he could began to hammer away.
“Harder!” she loudly demanded with the left side of her face buried against the countertop. “Fuckin’ give it to me!”
Did Ms. B just swear? And she said “fuck!” Well, it looked like someone was letting loose. He wanted in on this.
“You like that?” he asked.
“I love it, baby!” she enthusiastically replied. “I’ve been a bad girl!”
Kevin’s face lit up. He couldn’t get enough of her. “Fucking your son’s friend like a little slut.”
“I need to be punished, Daddy…” she cried out.
There wasn’t any point in holding back now. Lord knows he was giving it everything he had. His pelvis thrust into her plump backside as his cock continued its mission to touch every part of her heavenly pussy. She felt like a velvet—like one-of-a-kind fabric from some hidden part of the world that only he had access to. It was a feeling he wanted twenty-four seven access to. His left hand joined his right, firmly gripping her shoulders in an attempt to impale her.
Multiple oral orgasms always caused her to explode fairly quickly during sex, but it’d been so long since a guy had made her cum that she’d forgotten about that trait of hers. Her right hand slipped down to her clit and began feverishly rubbing herself. The realization that a pair of big balls were slamming into her hand while she went about her task only turned her on that much more. Kevin wasn’t a nervous teenager anymore. He was a stud. He was a stud capable of giving her something no one else could, and now she was getting the hardest pounding of her life—in the kitchen of all places!
Lisa had one special talent that she reserved for select occasions. Years ago, her girlfriend introduced her to kegels, and they quickly became a staple in her daily routine. Their role in the bedroom was perhaps her favorite perk in the many health benefits attached to the exercises. She could give herself mind-blowing orgasms during intercourse. Now, it was a two-way street. Her pelvic muscles would contract around the dick which was inside her; and in turn, cause her partner to instantly cum almost every time. That kind of power over a man was exhilarating, but she didn’t want to make Kevin orgasm before she crossed the finish line first.
Long, hard strokes combined with her fingers wildly rubbing her clit had her right on the edge. She was seconds away now, and who better to experience this moment with than the hunk behind her? Her muscles flexed, causing her vagina to tighten and immediately feel smaller. The increased amount of friction resulted in an almost deafening grunt from the stud to her rear.
“Inside me!” she demanded before feeling her body lose all control and become engulfed by that familiar orgasmic warmth again.
Kevin was a goner. She had clamped down on his cock, and her insides now pulsated around his manhood. Every bump and ridge of her perfect pussy was magnified as she erupted on his dick. An explosion of love, lust, and power burst from the tip of his cock, and propelled into her welcoming hole. Rope after rope of his seed filled her insides as the two came together. Years of passion, desire, and flirting all came out in that one single connecting moment. She no longer felt like his friend’s mom or even his girlfriend. She felt like his lover.
Her vagina released and allowed him to slide out, sending a steady flow of cum along with him. It dripped down onto the kitchen floor and the clothes which were still wrapped around her knees. She was an exhausted mess heaped over the last place she’d ever imagined cumming this hard.
He smiled at the drained woman still bent over in front of him. “Let me grab a towel.”
She attempted to turn, but held onto the counter for dear life. Her right hand barely managed to reach out and give him the stop sign as she took a moment to collect herself. Her insides were still on fire.
“You-you-you just…just s-s-s-sit…”
“At the table?” he asked.
She swallowed in an effort to regain her bearings. Four strong orgasms and one earth-shattering one can take a while to come down from, after all. “Yeah…table…at the table. I’m gonna make-make-make you breakfast.”
“I can help if you—”
“No!” she interrupted, her mind finally clearing. “You just sit. I’m making you breakfast.”
He pulled up his shorts and headed over to the kitchen table to take a seat. He watched her hustle out of the kitchen and up the stairs—her legs still somewhat wobbly—before returning in a clean pair of gray yoga pants.
“Still want fruit salad?” she inquired before strutting back over to the counter. She was finally feeling like herself again—just a hell of a lot more happy than usual.
“If you’re making it,” he nodded. “French toast soun
ds pretty good too.”
She quickly moved over to the refrigerator to retrieve a loaf of bread and some eggs. “So, does my boyfriend have anything else planned for us today?”
“I was thinking about a hike,” he told her.
“I’d love to go for a hike!” she energetically replied. “But make sure it’s a short one! I wanna get back here before noon!”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She sounded just like Scott.
She cracked an egg into a bowl before grinning back at the table. “Because, sweetheart, you still have a lot to learn…”
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