I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... and her sitting on my lap. I pulled my thumb from her ass and used both hands to pull her nipples roughly away from her chest.

That did it for both of us. As I drenched the inside of her, her own cum was flowing freely over me.

We held that position for what seemed like forever. I think we both held our breath, too. Finally, we capsized onto our sides on the bed, still joined at the genitals. I was still mostly hard, so I gently spoon-fucked her as we struggled to regain somewhat normal breathing.

Suddenly, Marianne started to giggle.

“What's so funny?”

“Us.”

“What do you mean?”

By this time, she had pulled off my now-deflated cock and turned to embrace me. She tried to kiss me, but she was chuckling too hard.

“Come on, baby, why are you laughing? What did I do?”

“Just kiss me till I calm down.”

“Sure.” I kissed her, with exhausted passion at first, but after a while, tenderly. I was truly in post-coital bliss, which, for a guy, means drowsy.

“Wake up, lover boy, I'm not done with you yet,” Marianne purred.

“Yeah, I think you are. You used me up for now,” I said.

“Aha, the operative phrase is, 'for now.' Well, guess what? You're staying the night. I just bet I can get more out of you later if I put my mind to it. But right now, we need a shower. You're just as drenched with sweat and cum as I am. Come on, the shower's big enough for two, if they're good enough friends. Are we good enough friends by now?” she asked, batting her big brown ...

... eyes at me innocently.

“I think so.”

“Be a dear and go out and put out the torches while I change the bedding. I think we made it a little messy,” she grinned. “I'll meet you in the shower.”

We behaved in the shower, at least at first. I shampooed and conditioned her lovely hair, and I washed her back for her, although she took care of the front of her body. When she turned her attention to me, she washed every part of me. Every part. Even though I was drained, and more than a little tired from the wine and the sex, my body responded when I rinsed the shampoo from my head and opened my eyes. Marianne was on her knees in front of me, her face less than a foot from my re-invigorating dick.

“He looks different this way,” she said.

“Huh?”

“He looks different this way, you know, not rock hard. Nice, beautiful, in fact, but still.... Hmm, I think I like him better the other way.” Without any more fanfare, she sucked my cock deep into her mouth.

In seconds, the feel of her talented lips and tongue on my manhood had me getting as hard as ever.

“Marianne, I'm not sure I can cum again right now. You took a lot out of me,” I moaned.

“Yeah, I know. Believe me, baby, I should know,” she said, smiling up at me. “That doesn't stop this from feeling good, does it?”

“No.”

“Then shut up and enjoy, because I like doing this to you. I like giving you pleasure. Who knows, maybe you'll pay me back at some point,” she said, as she pushed my cock upwards so she could ...