Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

Drained and breathing heavily, I let my legs ease back to the couch. Joe pushed his hips into me, not wanting to remove his prick and break the rapture. We kissed and sucked and bit at my nipples. Soon, I felt his cock getting bigger and it wasn’t long before we were at it again. This time, however, our screwing lasted longer and we enjoyed it more. For a good thirty minutes we must have just fucked, with Joe doing all kinds of things with his cock-rotating it inside me, pulling it out and slowly pushing it home, then, just as suddenly, ramming it hard.

His maneuvers set me on fire and I was again raised to the peak. I lifted my hips and fucked him as hard as he was fucking me. When we came this time, he had less juice to release, but did manage to put a little more in my box.

Again, Joe did not pull out his prick. Instead, he kept it in and once more manipulated my titties. I didn’t know if either of us could come again, but I didn’t ask him to move.

It was several minutes before I felt that core inside me harden. When it was at full staff, I twisted to where I was on top of Joe. He took a tit in each hand and massaged them. As I rode his rod, he raised his hips to meet me and, at the same time, sucked my nipples, putting both of them in his mouth at the same time.

I was on my knees, riding his cock, but very slowly, enjoying the long piece of meat sliding easily and smoothly in and out of my hole. This was even better than the first two times, and I intended to make it last. When I mounted Joe, I had just happened to glance at the clock. It had said seven o’clock. When I looked up again, still astride Joe, it was seven forty-five, and neither of us was on the verge of coming. I was intrigued by the length of time we had been fucking. Never before had I done it this long without coming.

We continued our slow maneuvers, both enraptured by the thrill of it all, but Joe’s play with my tits, I knew, would eventually work its magic.

“Are you ready to come?” I asked, feeling my gates beginning to strain.

“Just about. Give me another minute or two.”

Joe didn’t miss his forecast. Within a couple of minutes, he pushed me upright, to where I was sitting on top of him and the full length of his pole was inside me. I felt his come splash my walls and then I joined him, adding a second coat. I rotated my body on his cock, causing him to spurt even more juice. As for myself, I drained my container. There just wasn’t any left when we finally broke apart.

This Joe Gordon was quite a stud. Three times he had fucked me, without once pulling his cock from my box. That was some feat for a man!

After a short rest, we went to the bathroom and washed off. I finished first and was standing in the bedroom, by the bed, with my back to the bathroom door, when I felt him come up behind me. He put his arms around me, took a breast in each hand, and slowly massaged. I could feel his prick hanging between his legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage. When I pushed my body to his, I could feel his rod stiffen.

Continuing to manipulate my tits with one hand, he dropped the other to my cunt mount and slowly rubbed, entwining the hair, moving to the slit, and then back to my mound. I was soon responding to his play by pushing against his cock and moving my hips. Joe pushed my shoulders forward until I was over the bed. I leaned on the bed with my hands, my hips facing him, and both feet on the floor. He put his finger on my cunt opening and rubbed, causing me to moan and move my hips. When my cunt was juicy, I felt his stiff rod head for home.

Placing a hand on each hip, he pulled my body up to where he could enter my hole better. Soon, we were fucking dog-fashion, with me still on the floor and on my feet.

Bent over this way gave Joe ready access to my pussy and allowed him to penetrate deeply, which he did. He pulled his prick almost all the way out and then slowly pushed it home. I could feel it rub my wall all the way, and it caused a terrific sensation inside my box. My nipples were itching and needed some biting and sucking, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was bracing myself on the bed with both hands and Joe needed his hands to support my hips.

Soon, Joe began ramming home harder and harder. I was on the verge of coming and knew he was, too. Moving the best I could without falling, I put one hand on his balls and squeezed. He rammed home so hard I thought his cock would come through my throat. When he did, I felt his fluid hit my box, at the same time I joined him. I pushed back against his body as hard as I could, feeling his cock straining inside me as his come seeped from its small opening.

When we were finished, I fell forward on the bed, on my stomach. Joe, his prick wet and drooping, lay down beside me and rubbed my back.

“Chris,” he said, his breath coming in short gasps, “not that this has anything what so ever to do with your coming to Stanford, but I have never had a woman like you before. Usually, one time and they’re through. But, you I believe you could come almost continuously.”

I hadn’t thought much about it before, but did know that I had little difficulty reaching a climax. When I had gone with the four men that night, long ago, I had continued to come, even when the men had to wait until their tanks were replenished.

“I don’t know about that, Joe, but I do enjoy sex, with a good partner, that is. And you certainly qualify in that category.”

“Chris, if you do decide to come to ‘Stanford,’ and I hope you do, you and I will be working a lot together and, maybe, well be able to do this more often.

But, I’ll tell you this, if you accept Stanford, I’m keeping you to myself.

I’ll be damned if I’ll let the other men know what I’ve discovered.”

We laughed and kissed. Our bodies were close and I could feel his cock hardening. Talk about me being able to come repeatedly, he didn’t do such a bad job himself!

Joe rolled me over on my back, then got on his knees. He deftly and expertly lightly ran his fingers over my entire body, teasingly moving across my again erect nipples, down over my stomach, inside my thighs, just barely brushing my hairy mound. I closed my eyes and reveled in his play.

His maneuvers sent chills of passion all through my body, but I didn’t want to move, not yet. I was enjoying it too much. But, soon, my legs began to open, as his fingers moved up the inside of my thighs, pressed against my cunt, and then back to my nipples. I felt the bed move and then Joe had his head between my thighs. He gently bit into my mound and I let out a soft, low groan. I put my hands on his buttocks and rubbed, then moved to his balls and massaged them gingerly. Joe kissed my cunt lips and I raised my hips to meet him. At the same time, he moved to where his steel-hard cock was now just inches above my mouth.

I skinned his meat back and licked at the large head. I knew this was one cock I would never be able to swallow whole, but I was willing to try.

Joe licked my cunt and more moans and groans came from my throat. I liked the normal sex act, but being eaten was a wonderful, side dish. I was still playing with his balls, and licking at his cock with my tongue. Biting gently into his staff caused him to moan pleasurably, and his hips began to move. I ran my tongue over the head of his cock and around the rim, then pulled it into my mouth, just to where I could take the bulb. I bit gently and sucked hard. When I did, Joe tried to lower himself to where all of his prick was in my mouth. I held him back with my hands and when he felt me press against him, he eased up and let me lead the way.

In the meantime, he was busily chewing my cunt lips, darting his tongue in and out of my hot box, and otherwise causing me to experience delirious feelings. I was gyrating my hips toward him, unable to control my movements. The hotter I became, the more I sucked on his throbbing prick, and the morel took into my mouth. I was becoming overly excited and squeezed his balls too hard, whereupon he yelped. I eased off but didn’t cease sucking his enormous prick.