I kept up the strength and the depth with which I thrusted, but I slowed down to give Emily a break. Once she had suitably recovered, I turned her ass-up and bent her over the table to enter from the back. My thrusting picked up intensity again until I was fucking her as hard as I had been before, but this time, I added a twist.
After soaking my index finger with spit, I pressed it on Emily’s asshole and then gently pushed it in to the first knuckle, still fucking her hard. She gasped at the surprise, but her moans only intensified from then on. The same happened when I added a second finger.
Her breathing became faster and more erratic until I realized that she was seconds away from another orgasm. Just for added effect, I stuck my hand under her and played with her clit. When her orgasm arrived, Emily’s back arched and she screamed, clapping a hand to her mouth to muffle her unintentional outburst.
“Aah! Aaaaarooon!!”
I kept up all three sources of stimulation for Emily until I felt myself nearing climax, at which point I pulled out and shot a veritable fountain of cum on her beautiful ass. After our mutual orgasm, Emily collapsed, facedown, on the table and I lay down on the table next to her, facing up.
She mumbled something.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
“That was…” she paused to catch her breath, “the best cum I’ve ever had.”
I laughed. “We might have to try more stuff involving the back entrance in the future, eh?”
“Just for science.” I added reassuringly.
She giggled shyly. “Maybe if you’re good.”
“Where’s the fun in being good?” I protested, turning my head to face her.
“Mm. Good point.” She closed her eyes and craned her neck toward me.
I kissed her softly, rubbing her naked back with one hand. After we ended the kiss, Em’s sweet smile made another appearance.
“Ready for bed?”
“I think I need to get clean, first,” I admitted, “’cause I’m all sweaty again.”
“Well, I suppose we should shower together to save water.” She slyly suggested.
“Good plan.” I affirmed, sitting up and picking up our clothes.
Em took her clothes, but didn’t put them on. “Should we just streak for it?” She asked, grinning.
“Race ya.” I said.
“Ok. Three, two–” she took off, sprinting for the stairs.
“Cheater!” I gasped, running after her.
I caught up to her at the top of the stairs and shoved her sideways, cackling.
“Hey!” She protested, laughing despite her indignance.
I took the lead, making a mad dash for her room. I ran past the master bedroom’s door, thankful that it was closed. It would be difficult to explain to Alice why Emily and I were sprinting thought the house, naked, in the middle of the night.
I beat Em to her room, standing in front of her bed triumphantly. When she arrived at the room a few seconds later, she kept running toward me, barely slowing down. By the time I realized that she was going to tackle me, it was too late to get out of the way. She pounced on me, knocking me backwards onto the bed with an evil laugh. As she landed on top of me, her evil laugh turned into uncontrollable giggles. I joined in, laughing at how lucky we were to not have gotten caught and how absurd the scenario was.
“Oh my god,” she wheezed, “I wish you could’ve seen your face when you realized that I was gonna tackle you.” She made a face that was a mixture of surprise and horror and then dissolved into giggles again.
“I did not look like that!” I cried.
“Okay, maybe not that scared, but you looked pretty stupid.” She assured me.
“Whatever.” I siezed her neck and pulled her closer for a naked make-out session.
Somehow, without interrupting our kiss, we made it into her giant shower. We then took the longest shower I’ve ever had, mainly because we spent about four times as much time kissing as we did washing each other. Afterward, we fell into Emily’s bed and cuddled together in the classic spoon position. Her hair was in my face no matter which way I turned and I was boiling hot, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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