Friends Helping Friends Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

Friends Helping Friends Ch. 07

... him, and then what did I do?"

"You were trying to teach him a lesson, right?"

"So? I still did it, right in front of you. I know how much it bothers you to see me doing that, so this is make-up sex. I want you to enjoy it. Let her make you come again. I need to go talk to our daughter."

"Why did she do that?"

"I don't know. I wanted to stop her, but she shook me off. She was determined to do it. I think now I need to go talk to her. You stay here and enjoy her any way you want." She gave me a quick kiss and then pushed off the bed and headed up the stairs.

I looked down at Gina's twerking ass, her body glistening with sweat from the effort she was putting into her actions. I reached out, grabbed her ass and stopped her. I pushed her until she rolled off of me onto her back and then rolled myself. "Tell me," I whispered. "If you could have me fuck you any way you want, how would it be?"

"Would you fuck me on your desk?"

I looked at her in surprise. "Is that what you really want?"

"Never been fucked that way before and when we were teasing you, it was looking pretty attractive."

"If that's what you want." I crawled off the air bed and helped her off. I pulled her gently by the hand to my office and set her on the edge of the desk where my keyboard had been before Sam pushed it away. I stepped between her legs, lifted them and aimed my hard-on at her pussy. I squatted a little to get my head to her lips, and then without having to use my hands, slid ...

... myself back into her hot, wet depths, drawing a long, deep moan from her.

"Oh yes. Please fuck me. Fill my hot pussy, Professor," she moaned softly. I chuckled to myself as she sat on the edge of my desk, clearly imagining I was one of her professors. I thrust myself in and out of her, working my dick deep into her with each stroke. I hooked her legs over my arms, spreading her wide while she held herself on the desk with her hands back behind her. She moaned and panted as I plunged in and out, her occasional moans including things like, "Yes. That's it. Fuck me, professor," or, "God yes. I promise to do better in your class." I could only imagine what she was fantasizing, but I didn't mind. If she was enjoying imagining I was her professor, so be it, as long as she climaxed and took me along with her.

In and out, I stroked, feeling her pussy start to quiver a little. "Oh professor, you're gonna make me come. Please make me come for you!" she moaned loudly as I plunged in and out harder, her tightening pussy making my own climax start to build faster. I didn't know how many times I could come in one day, but I was learning that it was surprisingly more than I expected. I felt the warmth and tingle spread through me as her climax tightened her pussy around me. I wanted to help her finish hard, and unhooked one arm from her legs, leaving her to rest it on my hip as I moved my fingers to her pussy. I pressed my thumb between her fat outer lips and to her clit, stroking it in ...