I woke up to sunlight and a head full of blue-black hair in my face. It took a second for me to process β did last night really happen? I felt my hand wrapped around a large, somewhat shallow breast, with a rock-hard nipple, with a slender hand holding mine in place. I took stock β it seemed Celina was still asleep, as I heard a gentle snore. For my part, I don't think either of us moved at all β I kinda remembered crashing to sleep at 5:15, and looked up at the clock, which now read 11:21.
Wow, was I sore all over β like I had gone through an enormous workout. Well, actually, that part was right on. As my brain started to function again, I felt Celina's body spooned into mine, my cock nestled between her ass. At the thought, I felt it twitch and realized I had woken up with a raging hard-on. I could feel where all our combined juices had dried, and I could feel that Celina was still leaking.
As I lay next to her, my cock hard as steel and pressing against her, I wondered what to do next. Sliding my cock inside her while she was sleeping didn't seem fair somehow, nor was it something we discussed the night before. So getting up and starting coffee seemed like a reasonable thing to do, but I didn't want to leave the bed β and wasn't sure I could move much without waking her up. I decided to try to gently wake her up, and started to caress the breast in my right hand, figuring that might wake her up gently.
Nothing doing β no reaction at all. I took just her nipple between my fingers and started to twirl it around, acutely aware that my cock was hard as steel and lying between her ass. Nothing. I squeezed it a bit harder, and reached down to blow in her ear. This got a reaction β she sighed, rolled on to her stomach, spread her legs a bit, and managed to roll me on top of her back, my cock now slipping between her legs, up against her still drenched pussy. She sighed contentedly. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy on the tip of my cock, which was making me crazy. And I could feel her hand still holding mine on her nipple, which was fully erect.
Still it seemed like she was asleep, not a hint of wakefulness on her face. My balls were aching, egging me on β what with the tip of my cock on top of the entrance to her pussy. Finally, the decision was made for me. Still seemingly asleep, I felt her other hand snake underneath her and she started fingering herself, as if in a dream. Her fingers grazed the tip of my cock as she stroked herself, and she started including my tip in her fingering. I felt her fingers reaching back, holding the shaft of my cock, and then felt her hips rise, sliding my cock inside her. She wriggled, and seemed to urge me forward with her hand. Then I felt her pushing herself to the foot of the bed, my cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her as she kept fingering herself, making quiet noises as my cock once again entered her.
That was it for me β I moved my hand out from her breast and pulled myself up and forward so that I was sitting on her ass, my cock once again in her glorious pussy, knowing she had to be awake. I slowly started to ride her, knowing I didn't have a prayer of lasting long as this was one of my favorite positions β allowing for super-deep penetration and stimulation. She started to shake a little bit as I rode her, thrusting in a little bit harder each time. God did her pussy feel good grabbing and squeezing my cock! I looked down at her beautiful back, sliding my cock in and out of her drenched sex. I felt her hands move out from underneath her, and reach up to grab the headboard.
As I continued to ride her, I put my hands on her shoulders to give myself better leverage. Unconsciously, I was fucking her faster and faster, and harder and harder, feeling her pussy squeezing my cock, my balls hitting her ass as I pounded her. I saw her lift and turn her head, eyes looking at me, and she just mouthed, "Fuck me."
Holy shit β her pussy was so tight, so wet . . . I knew I wasn't going to last, and didn't care β I was going to fuck her all right, and fill her again with my cum. As I lost control, my hands clawed her shoulders and I could see her watching me, nodding, egging me on β that's right, Tom, fuck my cunt. Fill me with your seed, mark your turf . . . My hands contracted and slid down her back, my nails leaving red marks as they scratched her skin.
I thought I heard telling me that her cunt was mine, that she was my fuck bitch, my toy, my cum slut, my sex slave. Her eyes widened and brightened as she looked back, seeing me fuck her from behind, her hands holding on to the headboard. I came β god how I came, with a shout, a final, convulsive grab of her shoulders, leaving red marks, and a huge explosion of cum deep into her. I felt her body shaking as her orgasm claimed her, and didn't even care. I held her down by the shoulders, my hips slamming my cock into her as I shot stream after stream of cum into her bottomless pussy, feeling her let go and squirt, knowing that we were way beyond just "teaching her sex." I heard her shriek into the pillow, and then collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried inside her.
We lay like that for what seemed like an eternity. My muscles finally forced me off, and we both heard sloshing and slurping sounds as my cock finally withdrew from her, unleashing a flood of our combined juices. I collapsed on the bed next to her, wincing a bit at the marks on her back from my nails. She just lay there smiling, finally moving her hands off the headboard and cradling her head in them as she lay flat on her stomach.
"THAT'S what I want," she murmured to me. "I want to feel like you have to have me, that I'm yours, that you're going to fuck me anywhere and everywhere. That's what I want you to teach me . . . I want you to just take me. Tie me down, scratch me, fuck me as hard as I can take it β and then push it farther."
Even spent as I was, I was stirring again listening to her.
"But we'd better find something to eat and drink β and we still have to retrieve my car. And I should probably shower, to wash some of this off . . . "
I shook my head. "No, we're going just like this. I want everyone to know we fucked each other silly last night β I want them to see it, to smell it, to feel it . . . You can shower when we get back."
Her eyes glistened as she smiled. "OK," was all she said.
"Oh β and no bra, either." I winked at her.
A broad smile spread across her face. "As you wish . . . " she said, and I cracked up at the movie reference.
We went to eat at a place in town that served breakfast all day. It was exactly what I needed β and I think Celina too, as we both wolfed down everything on our plates, and then split a dessert. Our appearance had the desired effect β there were a number of people who stole furtive glances at her, and several who just outright stared. We definitely had that unmistakable "just fucked look," and you could feel the sexual tension in the room climb sky high.
As we left, I started to head back home, but Celina insisted on getting her car. What about her bra? Hang on to it β she'd collect it Sunday. Fine with me . . .
I spent the rest of Saturday doing laundry, yard work, etc., all the while marveling at what had happened. How had this woman picked me? What the hell was I supposed to "teach" her about sex? It seemed like she knew all about it. Was her somewhat shy front just a front? Whatever, I wanted her more. I flashed back to sliding her dress off of her, to feeling her shiver as I undid her bra and saw her naked for the first time, seeing her confidence in herself climb as the night went on.
I thought back on our conversation, and remembered that we were getting together Sunday night β tomorrow. And that she was going to invite someone to join us β either 20 year old Rachel or married Michelle. While I had initially worried that my cock might not have recovered, it was fine β Celina was so wet it there was no bad friction β despite how tight she was. I lost count of how many orgasms she had β at least four β and I knew I had had three of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, shooting out what felt like the biggest loads ever.
Bits and pieces of our conversation came back β she wanted to be watched, and to try a threesome with another woman. She also wanted to play with being tied up and lightly flogged. The scratches on her back didn't seem to bother her, even while we were out at the restaurant for brunch, when they were clearly visible. And perhaps most surprising, she wanted to be my fuck bitch, cum slut, choose your term.
Hmmmm . . . OK. I added a trip to the crawl space to my list for the day, and retrieved a box of stuff I had accumulated over the years. I pulled some of it out, looked at some and then put some back. I stashed the bits I kept in the drawer of my nightstand.