After she rode my dick and got a second load of come in her pussy, I held her like I always did. When she started kissing me a few minutes later, I thought it was harmless as she was probably exhausted by now, so I let it happen. Only when she put my hand between her legs and guided my fingers in her come soaked pussy did I speak.
"What's happening?" I asked against her lips, slowly fingering her pussy.
"This is called fucking, Scott," she sassed me, her hand grabbing my sensitive soft dick.
"Baby you're exhausted and you've already been fucked three times tonight," I protested, but my fingers didn't leave her pussy anymore than hers stopped working my dick.
I kept telling myself how innocent it all was. That she couldn't possibly want more than to fool around a little.
Until her sultry voice said, "That's hardly anything. You didn't stop touching me in that hotel room" and she kissed her way down my body.
The night in the hotel room was still hazy for me, but I could see where this was going. I know we talked about fucking all night, but I'd never expect her to go through with it after the charged couple of days we had had.
I thought back to her last exam period, when she was so stressed we didn't go a day without fucking. Really fucking. Stacy had crazy stamina. She could go for hours. For a whole month, she spent more time on my dick than actually studying. We'd fuck during our lunch breaks and then she'd hop on my dick again the moment I got home from work. Some days I even woke up to her sucking my dick. In hindsight, that was not a big month for eating, sleeping or much talking. Much of anything except being balls deep inside her all the time.
Even after I got the UTI and exams were over, it took a day or two for me to stop acting like her pussy was heroin. Even though I couldn't fuck her with my dick, she wanted it so badly and I wanted to please her. That's how she ended up with her legs spread on a hospital bed with my head between them. When we got home the next day, it was more of the same, in addition to her riding my face and getting fingered. We had to take sick days just to get our shit together, stop being nymphomaniacs and just sleep. Eat. Function as adults. Even when we did crash and fall asleep though, she refused not to be held by me.
As I smiled like an idiot, recalling that heavenly month, I felt her lips kiss just above my dick. If I didn't stop her now, she really would fuck me all night.
While my conflicted brain hesitated as I watched her, utterly transfixed, her lips wrapped around my dick. That was it. Once she had my dick in her mouth, I was a goner.
"Maybe just one more time," I moaned, forming a fist in her hair. "One more quick fuck," I lied.
She grinned up at me with my dick halfway in her mouth, then went to work sucking me off. I never made it into her pussy that time. We both got too caught up in her sucking my dick and I ended up unloading in the back of her throat.
"Wait," I said, grinning down at her, when she crawled down my body and tried again a few minutes later. "Shit. Have mercy, woman."
She giggled from between my legs, dragging a finger up my soft dick and said, "How long?"
When I responded by pulling my shirt over her head and putting on my boxers, she pouted.
"For my protection," I said, sliding a pair of panties onto her come soaked pussy.
They were immediately drenched. I licked my lips lustfully, almost tossing her back into the bed.
"Now?" she asked, gliding a finger down my torso.
I grabbed her hand just as she got to the waistband of my boxers and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled as I left the room with her in tow and walked past my mom's room.
"Shut the fuck up or no cookies for you," I whispered, stupid happy as I descended the stairs.
"Oh yeah, because it's my laughter you should be worried about," she said with another little giggle. "Did grumpy Scottie not get enough cookie?"
"I walked into that one. For fuck's sake, at least be quiet while my dick's not in you," I said, slapping her ass.
This only made her giggle harder.
"Sorry Scottie," she said sweetly, kissing my cheek as I set her down on the kitchen table.
Then she slid her fingers past my waistband, pulled me close and asked again, "How about now?"
"For fuck's sake. Show some self restraint," I said, pulling away with a grin.
She let me go, but not before stealing a kiss and groping my ass. I raided the fridge for something to put inside her that wasn't my dick. If we were doing this, I wanted her to at least have something in her stomach.
Twenty minutes later, I served her an omelette with some cut up fruit.
"I was promised cookies," she said with a pout.
"Well you're not a very good girl tonight, are you? Bad girls don't get cookies. Eat," I said, as I sat down across from her to my own plate.
"You can be as bad as you want and I'll still give you cookie," she said, her naughty eyes on me as she picked up her utensils.
She wouldn't need her mouth or her hands to get me hard again. In a few minutes, my dick was going straight into her pussy.
"Eat while you still can, temptress," I said, shaking my head with a grin.
She finished before I did, which I knew was bad for my chances of not fucking her in the kitchen of my childhood home.
"Let's go back upstairs," I practical
ly begged, as she sat down in my lap, my hard dick poking at her ass.