by Nikki Sins
“That feels so fucking good,” I said, mostly to myself.
“Of course it does,” she said. “Unlike most girls, I know what I’m doing.”
“That’s an understatement.”
Laughing, she climbed to her feet. With her hand wrapped around my cock, she led me out of the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” I said.
“Time to start desecrating other parts of the suite,” she said. “Starting with the shower.”
The shower was huge, with easily enough room for both of us to move around. But more importantly, it had three separate heads, providing more than enough angles of water to keep both of us wet at all times. There’s nothing worse than being in a shower with someone and not getting any water.
We started slowly, kissing and making out while the water sprayed down us, reveling in the sensation provided by the liquid upon the other’s skin. A couple minutes later, Wendy’s hand ventured down to my still-hard cock and she started jerking me off while continuing to explore my mouth with hers. For some reason this had always turned me on far more than it had any reason to; as much as intercourse itself and even right up there with getting a blow job.
To combat this, I ran my hand down her stomach and started rubbing her pussy, hoping to distract myself (and her) enough to keep from blowing my load too quickly.
Starting with one finger and quickly working my way up to two, and then three, I fingered Wendy’s snatch, varying the speed and pressure in which I worked to keep her on edge. Her interest in jerking me off waned quite a bit (exactly as I’d hoped) as she closed her eyes and lost herself, her breath getting shorter and her moans getting louder as I moved my fingers in and out of her.
A short time later she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and proceeded to suck her juices from them while staring at me the whole time, taunting me with her sluttiness, knowing how much it turned me on.
“How do you taste?” I asked her, a little smile playing on my lips.
“Here,” she said. “I’ll let you find out for yourself.”
She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth.
“Pretty tasty,” I said once our lips parted ways. “Pretty tasty indeed.”
“Don’t worry,” Wendy said as she slid her hand down my wet body. “You’ll be getting a much longer taste later. But right I need that fat dick of yours inside of me.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded and backed herself up against the shower wall, pulling me along with her. Using the wall for balance she casually threw her leg straight up in the air, her heel right above my shoulder. Her insane flexibility is one of the many things I love about her; it certainly made sex far more interesting. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it towards her waiting pussy. It slid in with just a hint of resistance.
Even though she was dripping wet, I worked my cock slowly at first, sliding in and out of her pussy from tip to base, letting her feel my whole length with every stroke.
“I love having you inside me,” she said.
“I love being inside you,” I replied, not caring how cheesy it sounded because it was true.
She leaned in and planted her lips on mine, kissing me and running her hands through my hair as we continued to fuck. Her tongue grew more insistent, which in turn made me more excited, resulting in me slamming my cock into her with ever-increasing urgency.
“Not so fast, mister,” she said, bringing her leg back down and backing away, forcing my cock from her pussy. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Smiling, Wendy turned off the showers and headed over to the Jacuzzi tub. Bending over at the waist, deliberately not bending her knees at all, she turned on the water. It was all I could do to keep myself from running over and sticking my dick back into her.
She glanced in the mirror and saw me staring at her ass, my mouth all but hanging open.
“You like what you see?” she said.
“You know I do.”
“Then go open a bottle of wine and maybe I’ll give you that taste I promised earlier.”
I went down stairs, popped open a bottle of Napa Valley Silver Oak and grabbed a couple of wineglasses and brought them upstairs. When I got there, Wendy was sitting on the counter, her legs spread wide and her fingers playing with her pussy.
“Sorry,” she said, flashing me a mock-innocent look. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Not a problem,” I said. “You want some wine?”
“In a minute.”
“Just let me know when.” I poured myself a glass of wine and perched myself on the opposite countertop to watch Wendy work on herself.
And she put on quite a show. Starting with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, then three, then four, moving faster and faster, staring at me the entire time, her breathing rate increasing, her moans getting louder and louder,.
I knew she loved watching me just as much as I loved watching her so I finished off my glass of wine and started stroking my cock.
Wendy’s hand moved up to her clit and she went to work on it, rubbing it in a circular motion with growing intensity. She was biting her bottom lip and she was breathing in moaning gasps. Then her breath caught in her throat and her body shimmied and shook for a moment before she regained control of herself. A little mini-orgasm, apparently.
Smiling, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and cleaned them off one-by-one, then beckoned me over. “And bring the wine with you,” she added.
I filled the glasses with wine, hopped off the counter and carried both glasses and the bottle over towards her. I handed her one glass and drained the other in one gulp, then dropped to my knees and started eating her pussy.
I don’t understand why most men get grossed out by the idea of eating a girl out. The way I see it, there’s nothing better then getting down there and licking her silky smoothness, tasting her juices, causing her to squirm and shake and shimmy and groan. After all, it’s all about getting your girl off, right? And I’ve never come across one who doesn’t like being on the receiving end of oral sex. Usually more than penetration itself. Plus there’s no pressure, no danger of finishing, so you can just relax and go to town without having to worry about ending things prematurely on your end. Personally, I could do it all night long and be perfectly happy, especially the way Wendy gets off on it.
She was making little mewling sounds that were punctuated by quick gasps of breath whenever I’d mix things up, like suck on her clit for a few moments or run my tongue down to her asshole or stick a couple fingers inside her or make my tongue rigid and fuck her with it. Every once in a while I’d shift the angle of my head a bit so I could look up at her and the look of pure enjoyment would always excite me even further and renew my vigor.
About five minutes in I noticed that Wendy tasted a little different. Curious, I looked up to see her pouring her glass of wine onto the lower part of her washboard stomach, right below the belly button. The wine was trickling down her skin and into her pussy and into my mouth.
“You like?” she said.
Smiling, I nodded.
She poured a little more and I lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk. It was quite good; Wendy’s juices adding just a little sweetness to the wine.
“I think we found a new vintage,” I said once the glass was empty. “If we could figure out a way to bottle that combination we’d make millions.”
“Yeah right,” she said, laughing.
“I’m serious,” I said, looking up the length of her body at her. I tried to keep a straight face but it was impossible. I was having too much fun.
She grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me back in between her legs. “Just shut up and go back to work.”
And so I did, eating her pussy with a renewed sense of intensity, licking, sucking, flicking my tongue in and out of her as quickly as I could.
“Ho-ly shit,” she said in a guttural voice that only made an appearance when she was really into
it. “Right there, right there. Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I had no intention of stopping, not with her getting off so hard, but just to be sure, she pulled me further into her, practically smothering me, then wrapped her legs around my neck so I couldn’t go anywhere.
Wendy bucked against my face, harder and harder, faster and faster, her moans turning wordless as she rose higher and higher towards orgasm. Her pussy was gushing, soaking me with its wetness, her juices covering my face like a warm washcloth. She was not quite at the edge of cumming yet but making her way there quickly. The good lover I am, I decided to help her along.
At some point my hands had found their way onto her ass cheeks and I used this to my advantage, sliding my thumb along the crack of her butt until I found her asshole. I rubbed the tip of thumb around the outer edge of her sphincter a couple times to get her prepared. Then, using her collected juices as lubrication, I slipped my thumb into her asshole.
The response was immediate. A sharp gasp of breath, then her body froze for a moment before she exhaled in a rush and her pussy released another wave of wetness, drenching me even further.
Breathing deeply, her body still shuddering, Wendy released her leglock on my head and used my hair to lift me up towards her. She scooted forward and aggressively shoved her tongue down into my mouth while simultaneously guiding my cock towards her pussy and slipping it inside her.
I was pretty riled up at this point and not sure how much time I had left before I came myself, so I didn’t waste any time going slow. I immediately started pounding her pussy, giving my cock to her in long, fast strokes while we continued to make out. My hand ventured up her stomach and I grabbed ahold of her breast and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure in my cock but it was no use. I was too far along to turn back now.
I grabbed ahold of her right leg and threw it over my right shoulder, turning her slightly sideways and allowing me a little more leverage. With my right hand still planted firmly on Wendy’s left breast and my left hand gripping a handful of her hair, I fucked her with everything I had, pounding her pussy with my cock, balls deep, slamming into her with enough force to lift her body up off the counter with every thrust.
And then I was there.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said under my breath, just like I always did before I came. It wasn’t a conscious thing but I’d long ago given up worrying about it. Besides, Wendy liked it; it let her know my time was up.
“Cum inside me,” Wendy said. She was the one that got to decide where my cum was going to end up. In her or on her. “I want you to cum inside me.”
So I did, giving her one last thrust and then holding it there, my cock deep inside her pussy as I released, shuddering slightly, then pumping it a few more times to finish myself off.
We kissed for a minute or two, then I slipped my cock out of her and carried her over to the Jacuzzi tub and we climbed in.
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