He stayed there for a minute or so, rubbing her ass with his hand and occasionally smacking it lightly. Finally he began to pull out, slowly, and she cried out in pleasure and a little pain as her pussy tried to accomodate his cock. He knew better than to stroke all the way out and back in at this point, so he withdrew only an inch or so before pushing it back in as deep as it would go and holding it there for several seconds. Then he did it again, withdrawing just a little further this time. Gradually, the interval between strokes became shorter as the strokes themselves became longer. Soon, he pulled the thickest part of his cock out of her, so that only the head was still inside, and then pushed all the way back in. She cried out loudly, and he did it again. There was little resistance now. She was ready.
So he started really fucking her, using the thickness of his cock to stroke the inside of her tight pussy in short, quick strokes. He grabbed her hips in his hands and pulled himself in and out, starting slowly and then picking up speed as he went. She was moaning more-or-less constantly now, and mumbling almost unintelligble “fuck me”s into the futon. He smacked her ass hard and pushed hard, as deep as he could, holding there for just a second before resuming his pistoning motion. His hands roamed across her back and her ass, lightly touching her smooth skin.
After several minutes of fucking, she started making little, high pitched “o” sounds in rapid succession, and he guessed that she was nearing her orgasm. So he fucked her even faster and harder, and then she screamed as it hit her and gripped the futon hard with her hands, arching her back as far as she could. He smacked her ass one more time as her cum began to taper off, and then slowed his thrusting, gradually stopping altogether at the deepest point of his stroke and holding there while she caught her breath.
After a minute or two, he pulled out of her pussy. His cock felt soft from her moisture, which covered it thickly. He leaned forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her up so that her body was against his, and then reaching around to fondle her breasts while he kissed her neck and shoulders. She was limp in his arms, still recovering from her orgrasm. His still-hard cock pressed against her ass.
He leaned back against the end of the futon and stretched his legs out from under him. She turned around to face him, and he reached up and put his hand on the back of her head, again grabbing her hair in his fist. He pulled her forward, and she fell onto her hands as he brought her mouth back to his cock. She opened it and let him guide his penis back into her. She flicked her tongue around the underside of his head, tasting herself on him, as she fastened her lips around his shaft and let him slowly move her head up and down on his cock. He fucked her mouth like that for a while, slowly, firmly, enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue being dragged over him. Gradually, he picked up the pace until he was fucking her mouth almost as swiftly as he had fucked her pussy. He knew this was difficult for her, but he also knew it wouldn’t last long.
Finally, he felt his own orgasm approaching, pushed her head down hard one last time. As he pulled her lips back up his shaft, his cock pulsed and shot a large, thick burst of semen into her mouth. He held her head still, her lips now just wrapped around the head, as he emptied himself into her mouth. It was quite a large load, and not a quick orgasm, but she managed to keep it all inside her mouth. When it was over, he let go of her hair, and she slowly sat up, pulling her lips off his cock without spilling any of his cum, and then swallowed it.
Their eyes met again, and they smiled at each other. Then he laughed, and she joined him in laughing. The tension was finally broken. She collapsed onto him, wrapping her arms around his chest and hugging him tight. And they began to talk to one another, in person, for the first time.
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