“Oh my God,” she repeated over and over.
I saw her chest heaving as she drew in big gulps of air. I moved back and sat between her legs, just so I could enjoy the view of this beautiful woman in post-orgasmic bliss. Her nipples were stiff arrows pointing toward the ceiling, and she had the biggest smile on her face. I suspected she’d just had a great experience.
“You know,” I began, “as great as that was, sex can be a hundred times better. So save some energy for round two.”
She pulled herself to a sitting position and looked at me. I saw her glance down at my crotch, seeing my hard cock pointing upwards. My pubic hair was saturated from my pre-cum, and my cockhead continued to dribble as I sat looking at her.
“Looks like you need some relief,” she said, pointing at my erection. Can I help with that?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said as I moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. “Why don’t you kneel on the floor over here and you can say hello?”
Within seconds, she was between my legs and holding my rigid shaft in her hand. She stroked me a few times, smearing the pre-cum all over my cock. This made masturbating me much easier, and the more she stroked, the more pre-cum oozed over her hand. My cock tingled with pleasure.
“It’s like a leaky faucet,” she said and giggled. “It just won’t stop dripping.”
She leaned forward and licked my pee-hole and then swirled her tongue all over my glans. The sensation was so good, my cock pumped out another blob of pre-cum. Then she opened her mouth and sucked in my entire cockhead, enveloping it in her wet, warm mouth.
“Goddamned, Lisa, that feels like heaven,” I croaked out.
In response, she sucked in more of my cock and swirled her tongue all around my shaft. I could see her throat bobbing as she swallowed the mixture of her saliva and my juices. Her hand never stopped stroking, and my libido was on fire. I knew I would not last long.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I managed to say between groans. “You don’t have to swallow it if you don’t want to.”
With her mouth full, it was difficult for her to smile, but I could see she was trying to. She gripped my cock more tightly and sped up her stroke as she continued to maul my cock with her tongue. I managed to get one word out before my orgasm hit.
“I’m” I yelled and then exploded.
Days of anticipation and several hours today of watching her boobs bounce unbridled in her halter top pushed my orgasm to be nuclear. My cock was deep in her mouth when the first jet of semen erupted, and I saw her eyes widen at the shock. Spurts two, three, and four followed in rapid succession as she continued to stroke and suck. My climax peaked quickly and then began to taper until my cock was only trickling semen into her mouth. I don’t know how she did it, but this time she didn’t cough or choke or pull me out.
“You can stop now,” I moaned. “My cock is too sensitive.”
She stopped stroking me, but kept her lips wrapped around my stiff shaft. I could see her cheeks moving, but I had no idea what she was doing. A small drool of semen dripped from the corner of her mouth, which was not surprising given the size of the load I’d just delivered. Then she slid me very slowly out of her mouth. It took me a second to realize her cheeks were filled with my spunk and she was trying not to spill.
“Lisa, no need to be careful,” I said. “Just open your mouth and let my semen spill out. It’ll be easier for you.”
She ignored me and continued carefully to slide my cock out. Just as she reached the glans, she pulled off me and clamped her lips shut. She got up and looked at me with puffed cheeks, appearing every bit like the cat who swallowed the canary. I assumed she was just going to spit it out, so I held up my cupped hands for her to use. Instead, she looked right into my eyes and made a tremendous swallowing motion. Then she opened her mouth wide and showed me it was empty. All I could see was a faint white coating on her tongue.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, that was incredibly sexy. I’ve never seen a girl try that before with me. What made you do it?”
She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and said, “When I told my girlfriend what I had planned for today, she suggested not swallowing your cum until you were finished ejaculating. She said by holding the semen in my cheeks, it would keep me from choking. And it worked! She also told me I could then just spit out the goo or swallow it, depending on how it tasted.”
“I guess my jizz didn’t taste too terrible? I asked.
“Taste for yourself,” she said as she grabbed me and kissed me.
As she thrust her sweet tongue into my mouth, I could taste some bitter saltiness. But it wasn’t bad at all. I sucked eagerly on her tongue and pulled her onto the bed with me. I could not get enough of touching every part of her as my hands roamed over her tight ass and superbly toned back. Cheerleading did a wonderful job on her physique and I wanted to embed every bit of it in my memory.
Eventually, we untangled our bodies as we both needed a pee break. The suite featured two bathrooms, so we both went our separate ways. We met back at the bed, where I poured another glass of chilled champagne for each of us. This time she sipped slowly, savoring the exquisite flavor. As I sipped, I drank in the sensuous view before me. Her body was a work of art, all toned and curvaceous in just the right places. Her breasts swayed as she moved, and I almost felt hypnotized watching them. I was dreaming of the moment a few minutes from now when I would be able to enter her for the first time. Already my cock was beginning to stiffen from the anticipation. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my brain, hitting me like a sledgehammer.
“Oh, no!” I said with real sadness in my voice. “I just realized something.”
“What?” she asked with alarm. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, Lisa,” I began, “when I planned for our day together, I never even considered the possibility of having sex. I truly believed we would just play around a little and enjoy some alone time. So I’m not prepared.”
“Okay, I can understand that,” she replied. “But what’s there to prepare for? I mean I’m here, you’re here, we’re both naked, what more do we need?”
“A condom?, I said. “How can we make love without a condom? We just got over one scare and don’t need another.”
I expected to see her face fall with the realization that we were not going to do this. But instead she just smiled, which made no sense to me. Then I had an idea.
“I know,” I said excitedly. “I bet the hotel gift shop sells outrageously priced condoms. We can’t be the first couple in hotel history to face this dilemma. I can call down there and ask.”
“No need,” she cooed. “We don’t need condoms. Let me ask you, do you have any diseases, any STDs?”
“Well, no,” I admitted. “In fact, it’s been over a year since I’ve been with a girl. So no worries there. But a disease is not what I’m worried about.”
“And I’ve never been with any guy except you, so we know I’m clean, right? So that leaves pregnancy, right?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s not a little thing.”
“No, but we’re fine because I’m completely safe. If you recall, I got my period early last week and it ended just the other day. I’m about as infertile as a girl can be.” She reached over and took my hand in hers. “Plus, I really don’t want to use a condom. My girlfriend says sex feels so much better when it’s bare skin to bare skin. And that’s what I want for my first time.”
“Wow, okay,” I said with some hesitation. “But nothing is guaranteed, so there’s still some risk. Though even with a condom, there’s a risk. But if you’re confident, then I’m okay too.”
Her response was to grab my hand and drag me into bed. As we kissed, I continued exploring her body with my hands. The incredible firmness of her ass and the sensuous curves of her waist. The tantalizingly soft pillows of her breasts and best of all, the wet heat of her pussy. Once my hand found her center, I couldn’t break away. I was delirious, feeling the chubby lips of her labia through the softness of her pubic hair and the rubbery little bump of her clitoris. But it all was overshadowed by the achingly tight entrance to her vagina. Just feeling it with my finger forced rivulets of pre-cum to ooze from my cock.
Lisa was equally busy kissing me and fondling my rock-hard shaft. She used the pre-cum to coat her hand, making it deliciously slippery as she stroked me. We were both breathing hard and it was making it difficult to kiss.
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready, I’m about to explode.”
She kissed me on the neck and whispered back, “I’m ready too. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. Just tell me what to do.”
I said, “Move over to the middle of the bed and lie on your back with two pillows under your head. I want you to be able to see as I penetrate you. It will be sexy beyond belief.”
She moved into position and spread her legs wide. I got between her thighs and looked down, taking a moment to savor the view of this nude cheerleader completely open to me. I used my fingers to smooth down her damp pubic hair, making it easier for me to see the entry into her vagina. My cock was screaming at me, so I grabbed my shaft and wiped my cockhead up and down her warm, wet cleft. I watched as the petals of her labia oozed around my glans, coating it with her juices.
“Last chance,” I said. “Are you still okay with doing this?”
She gave me her biggest smile and said, “If you don’t stick your cock in me right now, I’m gonna use the champagne bottle!”
“Okay, then use your arm to prop yourself up a bit so you can see.”
Positioning my cockhead at her opening, I could feel heat radiating from her. I pushed inward and watched as her vagina slowly expanded around my fat glans. With just the head in, I paused to let her adjust.
“My, God,” she exclaimed, “that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re inside me!”
“Well, just a little so far,” I replied. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“It feels a little weird, kind of like when I started using my hairbrush, but much more stuffed.”
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