I'd forgotten how tight Hannah's pussy was.
So, when I slipped inside her from behind, and looked down at the pale, white skin of her back, leading up to the long, straight, red hair flowing over her left shoulder, I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to cum inside her.
"It's been so long," she said, glancing back at me. "I missed you."
I missed her too, but probably only for the fact that she was 22 and I was 40 and she gave amazing head.
She wasn't kidding, though. It had been about six weeks since I fucked her last, just a day before she left to go back to college. Her sweet moist pussy gripped my cock as I eased in and out of her. "I missed you too, Han," I said, picking up the pace.
"Fuck me hard, OK?" she asked. "And don't stop."
I held her hips firmly as the light claps of our bodies and her soft, sexy moans began to get louder as I bent her over the coffee table in her tiny, but nice, apartment near campus. Her tight, wet pussy felt so good and just being able to pleasure her was amazing. I wanted her to believe I was fucking her slow because it was more intimate, but there was no question it was because I wanted to last as long as I could. Pounding her tight pussy would end that.
"I told Sami she should find someplace to stay tonight," she said, as she slid forward and my cock popped out of her.
"Why? I said, coyly.
"Because we haven't seen each for six weeks; I plan on being naked all night ..." she said, as she pushed me back on the couch. "And I wanna be loud tonight ..."
She swung her hips over mine and gasped as her pussy lowered onto my cock, sliding slowly down until she was completely filled. I watched as her milky white hips moved sensually as she let out a set of long, slow groans. As the pace quickened, Hannah got louder and louder, until she stopped moving and I started pounding hard up into her pussy until she pushed up suddenly and shuddered as her orgasm overtook her.
I eased her lightly to my left and maneuvered behind her, running my fingers across her pink pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the futon, I ran my tongue from the small of her back down, past her cute little pucker to her sweet, moist pussy. Letting my tongue linger on her clit brought out a long, slow moan, followed by a sharp "fuck" from her lips. I slipped two fingers in her well-lubed, pussy and sucked her clit while I fingered her. A few loud moans preceded the shaking of her legs and another intense orgasm left her gasping.
I rolled her over and climbed on top of her, guiding my cock inside her juicy pussy. I leaned into her and eyes widened and she let out a long groan. "God," she said. "Either it's been too long or you've gotten much bigger."
"Now you're just sucking up," I said, as I pushed her legs up into the air and began pounding her as hard as I could. As I thrusted away, her eyes locked with mine as her moans echoed through the living room.
"Oh God -- fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" she commanded.
So ... I pulled my cock completely from her.
And she was pissed ... until I dropped down and went down on her again.
I didn't just eat her pussy.
It was more like devouring.
With my face buried inside her pussy, Hannah held my face in place while she began to grind her clit on my mouth. I easily slipped two fingers inside her wet slit and sawed them in and out while continuing to furiously flick my tongue across her clit. Her thighs slapped against my head and damn near deafened me as she came yet again.
"Hooooooly fuck," she squealed, while pushing my face away from her crotch. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. Holy ... I need a breather," she said through gasps. "Jesus Christ, we fuck so good."
***
Hannah and I met a little more than a year ago. She was 20, a summer intern at my office and I was, well, freshly divorced and a little gun-shy of real relationships. I swear I didn't see anything except for a young, pretty girl who was a whiz at marketing for such a young age. The summer came and went and I didn't think anything more about her, to be honest.
The following fall, I went to her college on a recruiting visit. I met with 14 students in all that day, including an attractive young blonde, whom I later found out was Hannah's roommate, Sami.
She was the last person I interviewed. Afterward, I was tired, but needed a drink. "Is there a place I can get a drink near here?" I asked Sami. "Something with some light music and good bourbon."
"Yeah," she said, describing an out of the way bar near my hotel. "My roomie is picking me up and we will drive right by there, if you want a ride." I agreed and a few minutes later, a blue Corolla pulled up. "That's her. Hop in the front."
Long story short, it was Hannah in the blue Corolla and, a few hours later, after the two ladies joined me for a few drinks and a shot or two, she confessed that other interns that summer had told her not to get involved with me -- even though she found me attractive -- because I was on the rebound. When I excused myself to take a phone call at one point, Sami was gone when I returned.
