0 comments/ 12805 views/ 1 favorites A Weekend Adventure Ch. 01 By: adventurous_ Even at 22, I've never really been into the bar scene. I like to drink, but I'd rather stay at home, or a friend's place and have fun that way, it's cheaper, and often the results of the evening turn out the same. Spending the weekend with my cousin Miranda and her husband didn't excite me, mainly because she can be a huge bitch sometimes. My cousin and I aren't that close...except in age, and I only met her husband once and that was a year ago. As for their mutual friends, I had no idea who any of them were. Staying at home and watching TV didn't really seem appealing either, so when my cousin invited me to spend the weekend with them, I opted to go. Miranda came to pick me up mid afternoon with Anthony. The ride up there seemed endless, Miranda kept talking about their new house, and how I would love it, and how her and Anthony this, and her and Anthony that, by the time we got there I was thoroughly annoyed. After dinner and a few drinks, their friends were calling and asking us to go out, so we went. We drove to this bar and met up with my cousin's friends Jayson, Dan, Tim, and Lina. It was Jayson who caught my eye. Dressed in loose fitting jeans, a tight t-shirt with a button up shirt over top. Unbuttoned stylishly, with the collar popped and short blonde hair, spiked in the middle to give the impression of a mohawk. Bad boy look-a-likes have always been my thing. Anthony took a seat by me, and warned me of Jayson who was very open and flirty. I didn't heed the warning; it sort of excited me in all honesty. Watching Jayson slightly throughout the night hit on the two waitresses that frequented us with drinks, especially him since he was quite loaded. I looked over at one point in the night and I swear I saw him rubbing his dick through his pants, but I felt embarrassed and averted my eyes before he noticed. I was jealous of it being his hand instead of mine. A song came over the bar stereo, which resulted in Miranda and Lina dragging me up onto the small, dimly lit dance floor. I'm not a fan of dancing but I can when I'm in the mood. I wasn't in the mood at all, sort of just standing there. It wasn't until Jayson came up behind me sliding his hands around my waist, looping his thumbs through my belt loops and started rocking me back and forth to the beat that I got into it. Swaying my hips into his crotch seemed oh so natural, as he rocked with me, grinding on me, taking his hands away from my front and rubbing them down my sides and briefly over my ass. His hot breath on my neck almost instantaneously made me wet with anticipation. I turned to face him, grinding myself on to his leg, holding on to his shirt, feeling his hand roaming over my hip, pulling me hard into him. I grinded my way down his leg, until my eyes were even with the bulge in his jeans, looking up at him there, and seeing him look down at me made me weak in the knees, to the point where I almost actually fell, but luckily he caught me and helped me work my way back up. I felt the song was far too short. When it ended, he laughed and smiled at me, as Miranda and Lina dragged me back to the group, leaving him standing on the floor talking to one of the bouncers. Drinks continued flowing, and I was eagerly downing them, hoping to erase the level of lust my dance floor act had caused. Jayson disappeared outside to have a smoke, and before long it was time to leave. Walking to the truck with everyone, I got excited again when I saw Jayson running across the street to catch up. He and Anthony exchanged words, and climbing into their truck, he told Miranda that Jay would be coming over with the rest of them. I grinned deviously on the inside, hoping the dance floor moves would continue. Even though he left after we did, he somehow beat us back, because when we pulled up, he and the others were sitting on the deck drinking beer, waiting for us to unlock the door. Removing my shoes at the door, I felt a hand on my ass to find Jayson behind me, trying to take off his own shoes, using me to steady him, at least that's how he was trying to play it. Standing up and turning around, he grinned and pulled me close, for a drunkenly sloppy kiss. Anthony cleared his throat disapprovingly. Jay laughed it off, trucking into the house unphased. Eventually it was only the four of us left, well, three I should say as Anthony had fallen asleep. I was curled up on the couch under a blanket next to Miranda and Jayson was sitting in front of us on the floor watching the TV. Miranda showed signs of life and told us she was going to bed, but I barely heard her, as I was half asleep myself. She woke Anthony and they went to bed. I was adjusting the blanket around my feet when Jay got up off the floor and sat beside me, tugging the blanket towards him. "Share, I'm cold too." I smiled, not budging to give him any of the material, he laughed and threw himself on top of me. A few minutes of wrestling created more heat than any blanket could have. His hot breath warmed my neck, and his teasing hands warmed everywhere else. I found myself pinned beneath the weight of his body. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss, which I willingly gave. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, which I warmly met with my own. I felt his hands roam over my bra eagerly, squeezing, while his tongue continued to dominate mine. Gasping for breath as he moved to begin kissing my neck, one hand squeezing my breasts and the other caressing my lower back and my ass, I was so consumed I didn't realize I was thrusting into his body until he got up off the couch, taking the blanket with him. He spread it on the hardwood floor and grabbed a cushion from the nearby chair. "Come." He ordered, signalling me over to him. I rose off the couch, doing my best to ignore the tingling sensation between my legs. I stood in front of him, unsure of what he wanted, until he put his arms around me, running them down to my hips and started to rock me, just like he had on the dance floor. Remembering the moments from the bar that had gotten me so worked up earlier, I begin to grind into his crotch, and worked my way down his leg, my cheek pressed against the material of his jeans. He looked down at me and smiled, before undoing his jeans quickly, and pulling a throbbing 8" cock from his boxer briefs. I felt frozen as I squatted before him, watching him run his hand slowly from the base all the way up his shaft to the tip and back again. I couldn't help myself. I reached up and started stroking him, pushing away his hand which found it's way to the back of my head, and began playing with my hair. Grabbing a thick handful, he lead me upwards towards his cock, I switched to my knees and licked the tip of his cock lightly. He sighed eagerly and groaned loudly as I took the head of his throbbing meat into my mouth, and started to caress it with my tongue, swirling over it hungrily. Listening to the sounds he was making made me hotter and hotter, rubbing my soaking pussy through my jeans. Jayson watched with enthusiasm. Pushing my head down on his cock until he was in the back of my throat making me gag made him more and more aggressive, he started thrusting into my mouth and I took every inch, over and over again, slobbering and drooling. My moans were vibrating off his cock, and the sensation must have been driving him crazy, because as he was fucking my mouth between the panting and the grunts he managed to growl "I'm going to cum in your mouth you dirty little girl." As I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth, saliva coating his shaft as I licked the tip eagerly, flicking my tongue over it anxiously, waiting for his load, I saw his face twist and I immediately vacuum sealed my lips around the head of his pulsing cock, tasting the precum, followed quickly afterwards by a huge load, rocketing down my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and jerked his cock off over my face, letting a smaller stream shoot directly into my mouth, leaving a small trail down my lip. Not wasting a drop, I ran my tongue over my lip, sucking him slowly making sure he'd gotten everything out. He stood, panting, but still looking at me lustfully, and I knew he wasn't finished. He dropped to his knees, kissing me deeply, peeling my shirt off right away. Caressing my breasts, pinching the nipples through the material of my bra. I cried out more in ecstasy than in pain, he leaned down, and kissed my collarbone as he un-hooked my bra without hassle, tossing it aside. Drawing my small breasts into his mouth, he teased my nipples expertly with his tongue, causing me to moan and arch my back towards him. His hand snaked up my thigh where he found that I had soaked through my panties and on to my jeans. He rubbed hard, causing my legs to shiver, as he sucked on my nipples. Leaning back to escape his mouth, he lowered himself further, kissing around my belly, trailing his fingertips around the top of my jeans. I lay back completely, offering myself to him like a gift. He was quick to accept as he removed my pants and panties simultaneously. The cool air made my hot pussy shiver. He leaned close and breathed me in, flicking his tongue out against my soaking snatch. He licked lazily to begin, from my clit down to my dripping hole and I lay quivering, trying to be quiet, holding the back of his head, trying to intensify his mouth. Suddenly without warning, he became ferocious, jamming his tongue inside my tight pink hole, tongue fucking me like a maniac. I stopped caring about what would be said if my cousin and her husband heard us, all I cared about was cumming. Jayson continued to tongue fuck me aggressively, using his fingers to rub my swollen clit. Occasionally he would remove his tongue, lick up my slit to my pleasure button, and tongue it eagerly, jamming two fingers inside me, causing my legs to quake. Squeezing my nipples between my own fingers, I bit my lower lip and continued to moan loudly, approaching the brink. "Cum baby...cum in my mouth. Let me taste you." He mumbled into my pussy as he felt my entire body tense. I couldn't take his oral assault any longer. "Oh Jay! I...I'm going to fucking cum!" I gasped as I grabbed the back of his head, burying it even deeper into my quaking pussy if at all possible. Grabbing my ass and squeezing, lifting me up slightly, as I convulsed into his mouth, moaning and cumming. My sweet juices streaming into his mouth, and trickled down his chin. My legs finished shaking and he looked up from between my thighs, licking his lips devilishly, kissing up my stomach, over my tits, up my neck, to my throat, and then to my mouth and kissing me deeply. Tasting myself on his tongue made me hot all over again, as I reached between his legs to rub his still stiff cock. "Fuck me Jay...I need you to fuck me with that big hard cock baby...right now." Positioning overtop of me, shoving my legs open hard with his hands, he looked down at me, admiring in the sight of my tight young body waiting to get jack hammered. Squirming around, trying to finger myself he kept slapping my hands away, making me wait for what seemed to take forever. Whimpering eagerly under him, he took his cock in his hand and leaned forward, stroking the pulsing head up and down my slit. My entire body tried to fuck him and he smiled evilly, slapping his rock hard dick against my clit. "This is what you want isn't it you drunk little bitch? You want this inside of you." I couldn't do anything but nod. He shifted his weight to his arms, and I instinctively locked my legs around his hips. Without hesitation, he slammed full length inside me, groaning, and me contently sighing. His rhythm was so intense I couldn't think, his balls slapping against my ass that was dripping with cum. He was relentless, pounding into me hard and fast. Without warning, he pulled me out and rolled me onto my stomach, grabbing my legs and propping me up. He leaned down and ran his tongue across my clit, over my drenched hole, and right up over my ass. Growling eagerly he pushed down on my back and grabbed a thick handful of my hair, jerking my head back, "Oh you're going to fucking love this, I can tell." He started fucking me doggy style with more aggression than ever. With every thrust I cried out, burying my head into the cushion, gripping the blanket tightly. Reaching down as he pumped into me, rubbing my clit in circles my body bucked back against him. My elbows slipped and I slid down, loosing the doggy style position but he didn't stop. Adjusting his body to the new position, he drilled me with his big cock, grunting like an animal. Droplets of sweat formed on his body as he smacked my ass roughly. Penetrating more deeply than before with his massive prick, he leaned forward over my back and whispered "I want you to cum all over me so I can blow a hot load deep inside your sweet little cunt." Panting hotly as he continued to drill me, rubbing my clit violently, my whole body began to shudder. "That's my girl, cum on my big cock..." His words were lost in my loud moan and the wave of pleasure washing over my body. His violent grip on my hips brought me back to reality as I realized he was going to blow his own sticky load I coaxed him gently. "Oh yes baby, fill that hole with your cum, I want to feel..." I didn't have time to finish my sentence as he let out the loudest groan yet, followed by heated panting and more grunting as he spurted rope after rope of cum into my hot pussy. Fucking me slowly and gently for a few minutes after was a great decline. Pulling out and laying beside me, I rubbed his cock gently for a few minutes. We talked for a bit, and then started to collect our clothes that were strewn about the living room. Jayson put the cushion back, and lay on the couch, covering up in the blanket. I stood in my panties, holding the rest of my clothes, arms crossed and pouted. He smiled and laughed. "There's a bed made up for you remember? You better lay in it to mess up the blankets. What would Anthony and Miranda think if they found us out here together still fucking like rabbits?" I laughed at the thought, since Miranda was such a prude. I said my goodnight finally, and tiptoed down the hallway and into the spare bedroom. I turned the light off, closed the door, and hopped into bed. As I lie there thinking about what had just gone on, quite content with myself, I heard the door open a few minutes later and to my surprise... A Weekend Adventure Ch. 02 *Thank you Hugo & Mish for helping me sort out some details* Bouncing up and down on my cock vigorously, moaning and panting. Leaning down to kiss my neck and whisper in my ear. I was almost there. So ready to blow a load inside of her, feeling myself tense and then... "We're here, get out and put her bags in the trunk." My wife's voice. Putting the fantasy back in its place...deep down inside me where it has lurked for the last year. I opened my eyes and undid my seatbelt, climbed out of the truck to see her standing there, looking better than I ever could have imagined. I embraced her in a bear hug, drinking in the smell of her sweet perfume absorbing the feel of her small body. It had been my idea to invite her to our new house, I hadn't seen her in so long, and I had convinced my wife it would be fun. I wanted to see her again, something to renew my carnal instincts, to remind myself of who I was fantasizing over, not that I could forget. I met Tara a year ago when I married her cousin. After meeting her I felt guilty thinking I had married the wrong girl. Seeing Tara in a dress drove me crazy, it had been a re-occurring fantasy since then. Taking her into the back room, laying her out on a table, hiking that dress up and just plowing her. Miranda is beautiful, with long blonde hair, and great assets but no comparison to her cousin. Tara has legs that go for miles and meet with a perfect ass. Small tits, but with the right bra and shirt, they look huge. Long dark hair surrounds her petite face, her lips are very pouty, and her eyes are definitely 'fuck me' eyes. You know the kind that sends you over the edge when she's blowing you. I was already hard from my daydream of letting her ride me, so without giving away my secret, I let her go and loaded her bags. She was definitely wearing the right bra and the right shirt today, her small tits looked enormous and almost spilled out of the top. Her perfect little ass, hugged by the tightest jeans I've ever seen. My own jeans were getting tighter and tighter. Miranda did most of the talking the way home not letting Tara or myself get a word in even if we had wanted to. We'd just bought a house together after a year of marriage and it seems to be bragging rights in women. We got home and I had to take a shower. I needed release for my raging hard on, and found it stroking it in the warm water to the idea of Tara on her knees in front of me, mouth open waiting to swallow my spunk. We ate, and Miranda revealed to me that we were going out, after our friends had insisted. I would have much rather stayed at home curled up on the couch, but why listen to the whining when I can agree and avoid. We went out to this bar. We met up with our friends, and immediately I could see one of my best friend Jay's sense of interest in Tara. I took a seat next to her, and decided to play my part in keeping her away from him so I might have whatever I could of her to myself. "You have to look out for Jay. He's a little...dominating when he wants to be. When he drinks he tends to get a little out of hand. You know, wants to fuck everything in sight. Don't let him take advantage of you." She smiled sweetly at me, batting her eyelashes and slapped my knee playfully. "Oh Anthony! Looking out for me are you? I'm a big girl you know, I can handle myself!" I knew she could. With legs like that, I know she'd had them wrapped around a few guys in her day. Hell, I thought about her doing it to me all the time. That was the problem; I didn't want her locking those long, toned legs around Jay. She was my fantasy, nothing worse than having one of your best friends make your fantasy become their reality. I slipped up. I got sucked into a game of pool and lost track of her, on a break in the game, I looked to the dance floor and knew I was too late to intercept. Tara and Jay were grinding on the dance floor, his mouth inches from her neck, probably whispering nasty things to her. I grimaced at the thought. What a fucker. When we were leaving and Jay ran to catch up to me to inform me of him joining us at our house for the evening I almost told him to fuck off. I knew if he came, they'd both be cumming later. I didn't want that. Fucking my fantasy in my house...I couldn't fathom the idea. When we got back to our house they already there. Jay was so drunk I almost felt bad for Tara. If they fucked he would be completely selfish, leaving her needs unattended and no one to satisfy. Besides me...not that I could volunteer, imagine if Miranda found out. I'd be up shit creek without a paddle. Too many drinks and not enough sleep from the night before was my biggest downfall. I passed out on the floor. Only to be woken from yet another amazing dream of me nailing Tara, by my wife telling me to go to bed. I said my goodnight and headed to the master bedroom. Before we were even in the kitchen, I knew Jay was up on the couch beside her. I sighed, it was too late, and I was too drunk to care. I was too hard to sleep. Spooning with Miranda trying to convince her to crawl on top and ride me was a lot more difficult than I thought sex with your wife ever should be so I ended up losing interest, jerking off then passing out. It was early morning when I woke. I stumbled to the washroom, and heading back to the master bedroom, I heard what I was sure had to be my little fantasy getting fucked. I had to see for myself. Peeking around the dining room wall, my cock went from half-mast to instantaneously hard as a rock. Before my eyes, innocent little Tara positioned doggy style. Her little round ass sticking up in the air, head buried into a couch cushion whimpering as Jay dominated her with his cock. I slipped my hand inside my boxers and stroked myself to match his thrusts inside her. I couldn't believe this was going on in my living room. For not wanting it to happen at all, I was more turned on than I have been in a long time. Watching her convulse in orgasm drew me to my own, the dirty talk was like music to my ears. I released into my hand, grabbing a piece of paper towel from the kitchen wiping it off, I returned to my post by the wall. Her chest was glistening from sweat, her perky little tits and hard nipples sent tingling sensations up my spine. As they gathered their clothes, and Jay told her to go to bed, I retreated to my bedroom and climbed back into bed beside my sleeping wife, my prick still in my hand stroking eagerly at the sights burned into my brain. I don't know how long I laid there. It seemed like an eternity, my cock pulsing in my hand. Milling over and over in my head what I wanted to do, how great it would be to make a dream become reality, but held back by the sound of my wife's breathing beside me. I imaged sliding Tara's sexy panties off her hot shaved pussy, down those long lean legs and tossing them to the floor, burying my head ferociously between her thighs, letting her juice stream down my chin. I thought about her panting underneath me...because of me, sliding my dick in and out of her sweet pink hole. I thought about it long enough that Miranda became a ghost. I climbed out of bed and walked down the hall to the room she was in, my hand on the doorknob hesitating to go in. Was I really going to go through with this? What if she freaked and told Miranda what a dog I was? What if Jay or Miranda heard us? What if she was naked, lying there with her legs spread, and invited me in? The concept of being received like that was all the motivation I needed. I turned the doorknob and walked inside, closing the door behind me. The night-light illuminated the shape of her body under the sheets. It took my breath away. I thought I'd have to wake her up, and I wish I would have been able to, because I had a plan for that at least, but she sat up in bed. The sheet slid down her upper half, the pale light gleaming off her naked skin. "I thought you were going to sleep out there?" Suddenly she realized it was not Jay standing in the room. She gasped and I could tell she was already blushing. It made her cuter than ever. She pulled the sheets up, covering her exposed breasts and stuttered. "Anthony...I..uhh..I...what are you doing?" I grinned. Oh the innocence. I went over and pushed her legs over, sitting beside her. I don't think I even said anything. I was no longer drunk from the alcohol, but drunk with lust. I couldn't waste anymore time, I was losing my nerve. I leaned down and planted my lips firmly on hers, and to my surprise, there was no resistance. She accepted my mouth on hers, and even boldly slipped her own tongue inside my mouth, teasingly. Surprised I pulled away. She bit her own lip nervously, and the sheet seemed to slide down her chest, revealing the very tips of her hard nipples. "Let me see you." She sucked in her breath as I pulled the sheet down slowly, revealing inch after inch of gorgeous tanned flesh. Her toned stomach, leading down into amazing hips and then to a pair of small pink bikini style panties and on down to those long, lean legs. She lay there for me to see and I soaked in every second. I couldn't believe it. She lifted her hand from her side, and ran it down over her lush, pouty lips, down between the small valley in her tits, over her stomach and down her hips. "Do you like what you see Anthony?" It was a whisper, but it sounded so exotic and foreign to me. I couldn't speak, my mouth was so dry but I did manage to nod. She drew her hand back up her body, and slid down in the bed, displaying herself like a Playboy model. "Your turn." Without a second of hesitation, I slid my hand down to her naked breasts, caressing one, then the other. Rolling her already hard nipples between my fingers. She quivered in anticipation and arched a little towards me, sighing with her eyes closed, as I convinced my hand to leave her breasts. It dipped down to her stomach, which I caressed with my fingertips, playing downwards to her panties. I could hardly control myself. I wanted to rip them off and fuck her right there, but I also wanted to last. Using both hands to slide over her hips, pulling her panties down a little, revealing more of that silken flesh I longed to have. Over the tops of her thighs I went, pushing her legs apart. I could see the light pink underwear turning darker. She was getting wet. I was exciting her. She wanted me. My breathing became irregular and ragged. She giggled and moved her leg so I was between them. I slid over and sat more comfortably in the middle of the bed, her legs open around me and she slid down even closer to my stiff cock. Both her hands suddenly rose to her breasts, squeezing them hard, dragging her fingers lazily down to her stomach, then to her sweet pussy. Overtop of her panties she rubbed, right there in front of me. I had to grab my cock through my boxers. Not so innocent after all. The wet spot got bigger, and her fingers became more insistent on getting closer to her wet pussy. She moaned quietly, and squirmed, driving herself crazy. I thought she forgot I was there until she asked me to remove her panties. I was in heaven. I peeled them off her legs and dropped them to the floor, unable to take my eyes off her hands, rubbing vigorously over the fleshy lips of her soaking cunt. I had a death grip on my cock, I felt like I was ready to burst. She continued to play by herself, separating her pink lips to reveal her dripping hole, which swallowed her fingers over and over. She was fucking her own hand, right there in front of me. Something broke inside me, I couldn't wait. I rose up over top of her and pulled her hands away. She whimpered and pushed her hips down, fucking the air. I explored over soft, pink, wet flesh. She smelled so sweet I was sure I was drooling. My hand cupped her pussy as she fucked it, whimpering like a small animal. Extending my fingers, she impaled herself on them and gasped, followed by a contented sigh. She grabbed my wrist and held my hand in place and fucked my hand harder and harder. I curled my fingers inside of her. She was so tight, like a virgin, I could hardly believe I had watched Jay nail her earlier. I brought her to the brink, I could tell she was about ready to let go and I withdrew my fingers suddenly, leaving her frustrated. I held her hands so she couldn't touch herself, and I wouldn't touch her anymore. I needed attention myself. I pulled my throbbing meat from my boxers and it stood upwards, slapping against my stomach. I sat on my haunches in front of her and stroked. She licked her lips, wiggling insanely trying to get closer to it. I let her go and they shot downwards to my cock. I'm pretty thick. I've always prided myself on my girth. Her hands looked tiny stroking it eagerly. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. It all seemed so unreal. My eyes flew open as I felt her warm mouth engulf the head of my cock. Her tongue swirled and licked, her drool dripped off me onto the sheets. My hands sought refuge in her hair, forcing her mouth all the way down my thick shaft. I felt her choking on it and it made me shudder, I let her up and she sucked me harder. She had changed her position, in order to blow me. She was almost laying down, her ass in the air and her legs bent. I realized that little vixen had her own hand between her legs again, finger fucking herself intently. Forcing my cock down her throat again until she choked, I ran my hands down her back over her ass, squeezing those tight cheeks in both hands, pulling her hand away, I stroked her slit with my fingers. Jamming my fingers inside her hole roughly, her squeal was muffled by my cock in her mouth. My thumb found her clit, and she sank onto my hand. I lost my cool. I started fucking her throat harder and faster. I hadn't been able to do it for over a year. She massaged my balls as I slammed into the back of her throat, making her gag every time. She froze on my hand and her moan vibrated off my cock as she came. She squirted into my hand. I withdrew my fingers and sucked her juice off them as I fucked her hot little mouth. I looked down just as she looked up at me with those beautiful brown 'fuck me' eyes and I had to cum. I rocketed that load down into her slut mouth with such force she shuddered and pulled me out of her mouth. More cum spewed out onto the sheets, and she licked my balls eagerly, sucking them into her mouth as I jerked my prick over her face. Down her throat and over her cheeks another rope went, and she cooed in excitement. Rubbing the head against her lips like lipstick made me shudder as the last few droplets shot forth. I didn't need five minutes. I didn't need two minutes. I didn't need thirty seconds. I wanted to fuck her. I had to fuck her. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her up and pushed her back onto the bed. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, surprised by my sudden aggression. I grabbed her by the ankles and put her legs over my shoulders. "Anthony...what about..." I swallowed her words with my mouth. I didn't care what she was going to say. I couldn't think about doing anything but slamming my fat cock into her tiny pussy. I rubbed the throbbing head up and down her wet slit and she gasped, throwing her arms around my neck, lifting her body upwards to kiss my neck. Slapping the head of my cock against her clit made her moan and I almost lost my composure. Hushing her with my mouth again, she locked her legs around my neck as I leaned down on top of her. My cock stood rigid, pressed against the soft flesh just above her opening. She released her arms around my neck and lay back on the pillow. She looked like an angel...ready to commit a sin. "Fuck me Anthony...please..." Dreams do come true. I thrust my aching tool into her soft folds of flesh, driving into her very core. Tara was so wet; I glided in with no trouble. Her walls clenched around me, almost making me cum instantly. I shuddered inside her and managed to pull out, jamming back inside her eagerly. Her arms rose above her head and grabbed the headboard as I jack hammered into her. Her small tits bounced up and down with the force of my thrusts, I leaned down to suck a nipple in my mouth, her knees almost even with her head, and it made her even tighter. Her panting got louder with each thrust, and I didn't care. For having blown my load all over her face earlier, I felt the urge to bust again rising, so I had to slow down. I continued to bury my throbbing prick into her soaking snatch slowly, but with long, hard, even strokes. Tara's legs slid down my shoulders and around my waist. I watched myself impaling her, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She wanted to cum and it was my duty to make her. I picked up the pace a bit, rubbing her clit rapidly. Her hands ran through her own hair, as she twisted underneath me moaning and sighing. I kissed her deep and fucked her harder and faster than I thought possible and that's all it took. She didn't need to tell me she was cumming. Her whole body went rigid underneath me and I could feel her milking my cock with her orgasm. She lay panting as I pulled out, not wanting to cum yet. Tara smiled sweetly and sat up, pushing me down on the bed lightly, and straddled me. Hovering over me, grabbing my thick cock in her fist, she guided me into her dripping pussy. I shivered at the sight. Slowly inch after inch; I disappeared into that beautiful pink cunt until she rested comfortably on me. I held her by the hips as she grinded down onto me, running her hands over her perky breasts and amazing nipples. She was giving me quite the show, sliding her hands all over her body, finding her clit and rubbing it, staring straight into my eyes, licking her lips seductively. Placing her hands on my chest, she began to lift herself off my cock, letting it re-appear briefly before sliding back down on it. She clenched her muscles on me as she rose, making me groan and reach for her tits as she slid back down over and over. At one point confusion struck me as she withdrew me completely. Much to my contentment, she simply turned over, reverse cowgirl style, letting me have full view of her beautiful ass. I caressed her lower back, squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks as she rode me harder and harder. Looking over her shoulder with those eyes drove me to the edge and I grabbed her hips from behind and started pounding into her pussy, spanking that little ass. Her mmm's and ahhh's reassured me, and feeling her cream again on my cock sent me spiralling into a wonderland of pleasure as I blew a thick wad of jizz inside her. She rode me until I was finished, our bodies trembling together. She leaned forward and my cock sprang out, still hard, but completely empty. She sat back against the wall, rubbing her pussy casually, stroking my cock at the same time as I went limp. Looking at the clock beside the bed, I realized it was almost six in the morning. I locked lips with her one last time, invading her mouth with my tongue. Parting the kiss, she leaned over, giving my dick a goodnight kiss as well. She covered up in the sheets and I tucked her in, and couldn't help but say, "What a weekend."