Jill - Sex Stories

Jill

... cock slide in and out of Jill’s ass, and her tits slide up and down with each hard thrust of my cock. I think Jill could sense the change in my demeanor. We had initially pleasured each other. Now I was fucking her ass with some anger, and a touch of revenge in my head. There was pleading look in her eyes, expressing both the pleasure she was feeling and growing need to cum again, and the concern that I was being rough and might hurt her. Yet, despite the shirt stuffed in her mouth, there was a little smile, as if she was trying to say that she liked it this way. Jill rubbed her clit and pulled on a nipples, stretching it far out from her body. I fucked her ass as fast and as hard as I dare, without cuming. She tilted her head forward, her eyes bulging, and pulled my shirt out of her mouth. “I’m cuming.” She never quite got the shirt back into her mouth, as her body and neck arched. Her head turned to the side and back towards the headboard, and she again screamed that she was cuming. 'What the hell?' I remember thinking to myself, 'Let her scream; let it all come out.' Jill bounced on the bed, and her eyes rolled partially back into her head, as she experienced her third orgasm of the evening. I had barely pulled my cock out of Jill’s ass when I came. It was intense; I saw stars; I stumbled and almost lost my balance; and I shot cum everywhere. When it was over and I came to my senses, I had fallen on my knees and was facing the end of the bed, and a fully opened, wet pussy with a ribbon of cum draped across its swollen lips. I had cum all over Jill and the bed. I sat back, breathing hard, sweating, with sweat dripping off my nose, and dribbles of cum oozing out of my softening cock. I could hear Jill’s heavy breathing on the bed above me. I did not see Jill again after this second meeting; not even at the graduation ceremonies. Nor did I ever speak with her again.