silkysylvia
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Saturday Afternoon - Coming Together, Coming Apart
The orgasm that wracked my body was beginning to subside as I lie there on your bed. My legs loosened their tight grip on you and my feet began to dangle outside your hips. I could still feel your movement as I opened my eyes, seeing you looking down at me. I knew I should feel ashamed for letting you fuck me as we just met a few hours ago.
You suddenly change position but your cockhead still sunken between my lips. I begin to worry that you might indeed cum inside me as I see that look on your face. You draw your hips back and my pussy is vacated but you swiftly slide up over my stomach and pump your erupting cock onto my face and tits declaring your climax loudly. My eyes were glued to the sight of your cock spewing it's hot gooey cum onto my lips, chin, cheek and chest. It was surely a sight to behold.
I could tell you were finishing up so I raised myself up on my elbows and you use your cock like a paintbrush and rub it back and forth along my lips. I poke out my tongue to lick and lap at it, trying to push the tip of my tongue into your pee hole. The salty, cooling cum still clinging to my face and chest as we both come down from our sexual highs.
"Thank you for that"
I whispered, having two meanings. One for the incredible sex and second, for not cumming inside me like so many others have. There was still a risk of catching something or worse yet, getting pregnant, but I forgot all about that and started to think of Sean when you rose off me and walked to the bathroom. The fact that you didn't say much afterwards made me feel like a cheap slut, that I was just being used. I got up off the bed and searched from my panties and top and then for my phone.
I got semi-dressed and saw that I had a message from Sean. My heart felt heavy as I saw he would be away for some time. Now I really felt bad that I was fucking some guy when you sent that message. I texted Sean back saying that I was sorry I responded so late to his message and to call me when he has time and that I will miss him terribly.
I clicked off the phone and pondered how long to stay and how much to help before heading to my place. I found my jeans and pulled them on when you walked back in and asked if everything was okay.
"Yes, everything is fine. Don’t worry. I'm not leaving just yet. I'm gonna help you unpack a little but then I have to go."
I knew it was because I was getting dressed but I couldn't just fuck all day. Maybe I could but maybe another day. And with Sean, not you. Well, maybe one day. Too soon. All this going through my mind.
"Come on! Let's get you living somewhat normally"
I smiled and reached for a box.
The orgasm that wracked my body was beginning to subside as I lie there on your bed. My legs loosened their tight grip on you and my feet began to dangle outside your hips. I could still feel your movement as I opened my eyes, seeing you looking down at me. I knew I should feel ashamed for letting you fuck me as we just met a few hours ago.
You suddenly change position but your cockhead still sunken between my lips. I begin to worry that you might indeed cum inside me as I see that look on your face. You draw your hips back and my pussy is vacated but you swiftly slide up over my stomach and pump your erupting cock onto my face and tits declaring your climax loudly. My eyes were glued to the sight of your cock spewing it's hot gooey cum onto my lips, chin, cheek and chest. It was surely a sight to behold.
I could tell you were finishing up so I raised myself up on my elbows and you use your cock like a paintbrush and rub it back and forth along my lips. I poke out my tongue to lick and lap at it, trying to push the tip of my tongue into your pee hole. The salty, cooling cum still clinging to my face and chest as we both come down from our sexual highs.
"Thank you for that"
I whispered, having two meanings. One for the incredible sex and second, for not cumming inside me like so many others have. There was still a risk of catching something or worse yet, getting pregnant, but I forgot all about that and started to think of Sean when you rose off me and walked to the bathroom. The fact that you didn't say much afterwards made me feel like a cheap slut, that I was just being used. I got up off the bed and searched from my panties and top and then for my phone.
I got semi-dressed and saw that I had a message from Sean. My heart felt heavy as I saw he would be away for some time. Now I really felt bad that I was fucking some guy when you sent that message. I texted Sean back saying that I was sorry I responded so late to his message and to call me when he has time and that I will miss him terribly.
I clicked off the phone and pondered how long to stay and how much to help before heading to my place. I found my jeans and pulled them on when you walked back in and asked if everything was okay.
"Yes, everything is fine. Don’t worry. I'm not leaving just yet. I'm gonna help you unpack a little but then I have to go."
I knew it was because I was getting dressed but I couldn't just fuck all day. Maybe I could but maybe another day. And with Sean, not you. Well, maybe one day. Too soon. All this going through my mind.
"Come on! Let's get you living somewhat normally"
I smiled and reached for a box.
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