ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #2 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #2

... sending her face into the clothes, muffling her scream. Gripping her hips tightly, he moved in and out of her, so swiftly that his ball were slapping against her entrance. His pace and fury increased and she was so exhausted that she felt her body just giving in to him completely. As his hands moved from her hips to her hair, he pulled on thick handfuls of hair like they were reins as he pounded her harder and more intensely. He watched her breasts hanging and swaying with his thrusts, and freed one of his hands to reach and slap her ass, quickly leaving a red hand-shaped mark. A loud whine combined with her vaginal muscles squeezing him alerted him that she had come once again. This was quickly followed by a loud exclamation as she pulled from him and sank to her knees. "Get that rubber shit off and hit me with that hot cum you've been holding onto. I need your cum to paint my face and tits! Become Jackson Pollack and treat me like your fucking painting." The words were all Spencer needed to hear as he pulled out and ripped the condom off, and only had to stroke himself a few times before his own overwhelming orgasm hit him and he fired rope and rope of white, painting her tan skin with his seed. Once he could see straight again, he looked down at his lover, her hair, eyes, lips, neck, and heaving breasts covered in his cum. He never even realized he had that much in him and she seemed just as surprised. "Sorry," was all he could manage. "What the fuck are you apologizing ...

... for?" she asked, tasting his cum, and after realizing it had a nice citrus flavor, began licking more and more of him from her body. "That was hands down, the best fucking sex of my life, and believe me, that's saying something." She went from the living room to the bathroom in a hurry, the sound of a shower cranking up. As she walked back into the living room, washing her face with a washcloth, she stared at him, as if to ask "What are you doing?" and her words mirrored that. "Do I have to spell shit out? Get your cute ass in the shower, Spencer. You're going to clean up your mess. And if you're really good, I won't let you have any tools." * * * The Christmas party arrived sooner than anyone was prepared, and even with a whole day and a half and a few extra hands helping her, Jade got her house guest ready with just a couple hours before people started showing up. Though to be fair, Jade did spend a lot more time with Freddie than she had originally anticipated. Their renewed love affair was like a hurricane of corny jokes, deeply meaningful conversation, and mind blowing wall to wall sex. Between his arrival and the party, Freddie and Jade had had sex 5 times. And that's not even counting when she jerked him off under the kitchen table during dinner one night. They just couldn't keep their hands off of each other and this fact did not go unnoticed by anyone, least of all Sam. Sam was in a real quandary. She felt trapped inside Jade's house, having to look at the love of her ...