This is all it takes. Jet after jet of thick, white jizz hits me, some splashing, some running down my taut tummy. He empties his last bit of spunk onto me and sinks down to the ground next to me. I give him my best sex eyes as I scoop some of his cum onto a finger and seductively lick it off.
"I suppose you need to shower after such an intense match, huh?" David asks me. I agree fervently. He pulls his shorts back up and I put my shirt back on. My bra is long gone. David leads me by my hand to his Bentley, and before I can make a quip, he snidely says "I bought it for its name."
On the brief ride over to his pad he has one hand on the wheel, and one hand on my clit, expertly keeping me on the brink. At one or two of the red lights along the way, the drivers next to us shoot quizzical glances over to us, hearing my moaning through our open windows. We reach David's driveway, and I know once the door closes I will pounce him in a flash.
We make our way straight to the bathroom for a shower, leaving a trail of clothes along the way. We hop in, and David sets the shower to the perfect steamy temperature, and he pulls me into him. He faces the showerhead and steers me so that my clit is being hit just right by the pulsing showerhead. I feel his hard cock poking about my entrance, and I reach down and spread myself open for him. David takes me from behind, pinching and pulling at my nipples, and biting my neck, and I thrust back to match each of the pumps from his strong legs.
All these sensations combine with the fact that I am now hornier than I have ever been in my life to make cum hard and quickly. I scream out in the shower, my pussy clamping on his cock. I can barely stand, but he keeps me up. Waves upon waves of pleasure wrack my body, I think it will never end. My muscles twitch and tighten, my toes curl, and I buck like a madwoman. Somehow, he stays in me, and once I come down from the cosmos of climax, he slowly starts to thrust into me, working me towards a second ecstasy.
We take this one slow, as I'm still dazed from the first orgasm. The water is too much, so we back away. He gently massages my clit, showing the same dexterity he showed in the car, and begins to fuck me harder. I bump back into him, and I feel him swelling. I know he's getting close. Speech has been long lost by both of us, our moans, grunts, and groans echo loudly in the shower and bathroom. I wonder briefly if there's any maid or butler who can hear us. He steps up the speed of the circles on my clit, and I know I'm going to cum soon. And cum I do. I let out one long, loud moan through my orgasm, and entire being shakes with the strength of this cum. Every nerve ending spasms and gives me pleasure. This orgasm is better than first.
This time, it's too much for David too, and I feel him swell impossibly large, and then shoot his cum deep into me. He fucks me like a madman through his orgasm, stretching mine out till I think I'll be feeling this forever. We finally both slide down into the tub, and luxuriate in the afterglow and the hot water spraying us.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet," David tells me. Wondering what more we could do, I eventually get out of the shower and grab us some towels to dry off with. We stroll into David's bedroom, naked as the day we were born, and he lays me down on the bed. He massages my thighs and calves, and it is obvious he knows what he is doing. I stretch out and bask in the feeling. David moves up my legs and works on my tummy now, using some lotion from the bed stand. He oils up my breasts and works his magic on them. Soon I'm squirming, but he just won't head back to my pussy, which is now hotter than a supernova. "Patience" is the only explanation he has for me.
He heads back down to my feet, and works his way up painfully slowly. He finally plants a kiss on the small patch of red above my pussy and says, "I wanted this the moment I saw you on the pitch. I had to plant myself between these lovely thighs and I want to savor it."
He turns his attention again to my thighs, focusing on the sensitive insides. He is driving me wild, and I wrap my legs around his head and pull him into me. He licks my lips, and I immediately know this will be phenomenal. He teases my clit and works a finger into my tight tunnel. I feel like there are two tongues working on me, and can do nothing but moan my approval. The sensations coming from my button are indescribable, and every movement sends pulses to every corner of my body. Before long my toes are curled, and my thighs are squeezing his head so hard I worry I may make him pass out. I arch my back and shove myself into his face.
Then it hits. My hips buck like I'm possessed. My legs clamp him in place, my chest is flushed and I'm making noises never heard or made before by humans. This orgasm is short, but more intense than anything I've ever known of. I'm shaking, and my vision is blurring. I worry someone will think I'm being murdered, but they couldn't be more wrong. I feel oooohhhh so good. I cry out to every saint I know, and some I don't.
I wake up to the sun shining in my face the following morning. I was sleeping with my head on David's chest, his fingers lovingly playing with my hair. I never did make it to the pub to celebrate, and there is no way anybody's going to believe this.
