Kristi released me from her soft lips and sat up, letting out a long breath. 'Whew!, Oh man, I needed that!"
The little light bulb in my head went on. "You didn't get to cum with him, did you? He didn't get you off?"
"Who's telling this story Adam? If you want to just guess the rest, you go right ahead, I'll keep quiet."
I laughed at her, trying to act so tough after just getting herself off and sucking on me. "Kristi, I don't believe you could stop telling this whole thing now anymore than I could stop listening."
She smiled. "You're right. Because I know this next part is going to drive you crazy."
She stood and put one leg over me as she faced me, then lowered herself onto my legs, straddling me and pulling up her dress so that her naked ass and thighs were against my own bare legs. She scooted forward, kneeling over me, until her hot, wet pussy was against the underside of my stiff shaft, pressing it against my belly and trapping my cock between us. She leaned back slightly, humping her pussy against me. She moaned. "Mmm, god, that feels good!"
She was right, except I might have chosen the word wonderful, incredible, amazing, fantastic, exquisite....nah, probably not exquisite, that sounds a little gay. Anyhow, it felt great!
She settled in, rubbing very slowly against me, and began again.
"After Morgan came all over himself, he was bitching about having all that cum on his pants, so I told him it was his own fault, and if he didn't like it he should take them off, so he did! He tossed them in back and sat there bare-assed, his cock all useless and limp, and started bugging me again to go to his hotel with him."
She smiled, a little wickedly. "I started making fun of him for cumming so fast, telling him it would be a waste of time to go to his hotel since he was so obviously all used up so quickly. He got all pissed off and swore he could get it up again, and wouldn't cum so fast the next time. I said 'Show me. In the meantime I have a mountain to drive up. And remember, you asked for this ride.' He told me that was really just an excuse to get me alone once he realized that it was me and not you that would be driving."
She laughed again. "It was so funny, him sitting there with no pants on, trying to seduce me while he's busy jerking off, trying to get it hard again. Pitiful!"
"Anyhow, by then I was on the turn to the base of the hill, and I started to focus more on my driving. He did get it up again though, he had a good, stiff hard-on only about 4 or 5 minutes after he had just cum, so that was pretty impressive, and a little redeeming value for him. That's a lot faster than a lot of guys can do that, even you usually baby! And, even more amazing, he kept it up, even though I scared the crap out of him on that drive!"
Kristi leaned back and laughed hard at the memory of frightening him on the drive. That probably was pretty funny, but more importantly when she leaned back it mashed her pussy against my hard cock, and I was intensely aware of the heat and wetness, and the feel of her soft lips and hard clit pressed to my cock, her soft lips clinging and her vagina seeming to suck at me. I tried to buck my hips a little, trying desperately to slip inside of her, but she avoided my moves. I groaned "Oh, Kristi, my god!"
She grabbed my chin and got eye-to-eye with me. "Don't you dare cum Adam! I've already had to deal with one wimpy little quick-squirter tonight, so don't you even think about it!"
I was, I couldn't help thinking about it. I knew that if I ground my cock against her wet, fleshy heat just a couple more times I could cum. I wanted to, so bad! I didn't though, instead I held very still and did some equations in my head, and it worked.
"You should have seen how scared he was Adam, despite what he tried to tell you and his wife. He was gripping his cock with one hand, and the dashboard with the other, and all of his knuckles were white!" She laughed again. I never knew she had such a mean streak, but it was really funny. I'd ridden with her enough to trust her, but I knew she liked to drive wicked fast, terrifyingly fast on a road like that.
"He alternated between begging me to slow down and begging me to go to his hotel with him, I think his big and little heads were competing. I pushed it faster and let it drift more, close to the edges, making the tires scream, all that stuff."
My palms were getting sweaty just imagining it.
"Then I shot off into that one gravel turnout, you know, the one with the bushes, that looks back up the canyon? The one that always has used condoms on the ground? Anyhow, I stopped and turned off the lights and the engine, and looked at him." She laughed again, and I felt it through her body. I'd never realized how much you feel a woman's laughter when her pussy is pressed up against you. You really do. It's best like this, when she's not laughing at you, I would imagine.
"He was sitting there with his eyes bugging out, still gripping his cock which was all huge and hard and red - I think he was about to squeeze it off. If he was going to die, he planned to take his dick with him."
I had to laugh at that, it was a great image.
"He said 'Now what?' , so I told him 'Now we sit here for awhile while you relax, then I'm going to get out and come around to your side and I'm going to suck your cock for a few minutes, then you can eat my pussy, then I'll bend over the hot hood and you can fuck me from behind, for as long as you want.'"
She leaned in and kissed me then, not speaking as she brushed her lips across mine, then kissed me harder and with more heat, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She continued to kiss me and lick my lips, sucking on my tongue as she ground herself against me, pumping her hips and masturbating herself against my rigid shaft.
I knew she was going to cum again, I could hear it and feel it coming, and I thrust myself hard against her, smashing her clit against my cock. As she came, I crushed my lips to hers and fucked her mouth with my tongue, in time with the bucking of her hips. She cried out and slumped against me, gasping for air.
I gave her a minute to catch her breath, during which time she continued to rhythmically slide her swollen pussy against my cock, not aware she was doing it but needing to touch and be touched. Eventually I asked, I had to. "So what happened?"
She didn't chastise me for speaking, not this time. Instead she just smiled softly at me. "Couldn't you taste it Adam? Couldn't you taste what happened? Can you smell it on my breath?" She breathed into my face.
I had tasted and smelled mostly the Bailey's sweet creamy flavor, but there was something else, something musky and sexual over the drink she had just finished. It took me just a second or so. "He...he came in your mouth? Before he could fuck you?"
"The second I touched him Adam. As soon as I started to suck on his balls, which were so shrunken up in the cold, night air, he spurted all over my shoulder, and then on my lips and chin as I tried to get his cock in my mouth. Look, you can see some on my dress."
She was right, there was a shiny, dried, crusty smear on her tiny sleeve that could only be cum.
She kissed me again. I was repulsed but so incredibly aroused it overrode my revulsion. She thrust her tongue into my mouth again, and I sucked on it. I was pretty sure that I could just faintly taste the load she had taken maybe an hour or so before.
She pulled back. "I know you're disappointed in me."
Actually I wasn't, not right then. Maybe later, when I had time to think about it. "No, Kristi, I'm...what do you mean?"
"You're disappointed that I didn't let you be there to see it, to watch his cock thrust and pump as he spurted in my mouth, again and again. Admit it Adam, tell me you're disappointed."
"Oh god, Kristi, why are you doing this to me?"
"You're upset that you missed it, that you can barely tell. You really wanted me to take his big creamy load in my mouth right in front of you, and let you watch while he pumped and spurted in my mouth, and then let you watch me swallow it all. Tell me, say it!"
"Oh c'mon Kristi, that's so gross, it's just nasty!"
"If you find it so gross, how come you're so hard Adam? You're hard as stone!"
She was right, and I seemed to have absolutely no control over that situation. I could only look down and groan.
She grabbed my chin and pulled my head up to look into her eyes. "You wanted me to swallow his cum, then come to you with my lips all smeared with his creamy load and kiss you, let you taste his cum on my lips and tongue and see how slippery and silky it feels, how creamy it tastes."
"Kristi, that's just disgusting, I never wanted that!"
She just smiled at me and shook her head. "Denial Adam? It's hard to believe when you're on the verge of cumming just thinking about it."
I was about to cum, but not because of that, I was sure. It was her, her scent and taste and touch. It couldn't be this weird fantasy she'd just painted, although I again had my tongue in her mouth.
She raised up, still kissing me, and let the tip of my cock slide between her pussy lips, rubbing her opening and her clit against the swollen head of my cock and wetting me. Her lips still touching mine, she whispered "Can you still taste his cum in my mouth Adam? Does that make you hard?"
As she said it she thrust herself down on me, impaling herself deep, full length on my rigid cock, and I was cumming, jamming myself into her, crushing my balls against her ass, thrusting and crying out at the intensity, pumping and spurting, emptying myself into her, and then she was cumming too, and we pounded and tore at each other, willing it to never end.
It did of course, all too soon, and then we were just slowly rocking against each other, spent and gasping for air. I was still inside of her, still mostly hard, and her head was on my shoulder, her long hair hanging down across my chest and stomach as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She very slowly moved her hips, gently fucking herself on me as the final aftershocks of her orgasm subsided.
I felt like every muscle in my body was depleted, limp and useless, and my breathing was fast and heavy. "Oh my god Kristi, that was incredible. I think you damn near killed me on that one!"
All I got in response was a low moan. With my hands on her sides I could feel that she was breathing as heavily as I was.
"Honey, are you OK?"
She moaned again, and shuddered, and I felt her head move on my shoulder. "Ohhh, yes, I'm f-f... I'm fine. God!"
