Increase the slut make me happy – 2

“Increase the slut make me happy” Part-2 Continues….

There was no sense denying anything at this point. “Very!”

“So then you’ll probably squirt really big, lots and lots of thick creamy spunk?” she asked, working and frigging her clit wildly now.

“I think…you can count on it,” I told her.

**

The fact it had been several days since I’d jerked off pretty much ensured I was going to squirt a pretty sizable load. But in addition to that, it had been several months since I’d even seen a naked woman. Standing there looking down at Stella as she so openly finger-fucked herself, playing with her breasts, spreading her pussy lips wide open for me, soon had me teetering on the edge.

“Fuck, Stella! I don’t know…how much longer…I can hold out!”

I had slowed the pumping of my own cock, not quite stopping as it felt so fucking good, but I was also not wanting to friggin squirt so damn soon either!

“Shit, just do it!” Stella said, looking up at me with lust filled eyes. “Go ahead Robin, pop it off for me, let me see all that nice hot cream spewing from the head of that fat juicy looking cock!”

I couldn’t have prevented myself from doing that if I’d have tried now, just hearing the vulgarity of her wanton words, the dripping lust coming from her mouth, the glistening moisture of her sex, not to mention the very audible sounds I was hearing as she fingered herself, playing with her own slippery, squishy juices.

I pumped once, twice, and then felt the powerful surge of my spunk racing up the length of my prick. As though in slow motion, I hovered for an instant, the force of my climax nearly taking the top of my head off as I saw the long arching streamer of my semen suddenly burst from the tip of my prick. Seeing it,

Stella squealed in delight, offering her tits as the perfect target for that initial splash. I think we were both surprised at the copious amount of those first few discharges. In seconds, both breasts were simply drenched in my cream, and though the force of each rope I continued to toss was slightly diminished, I stepped forward, now aiming my prick at the pink precious target between her legs.

“Oh yeah, right there Robin, right there! Squirt my clit baby! Squirt my little clit!”

I’d never seen anything like it. Taking her hands, gathering up the cream that so thoroughly covered her breasts, she began spanking her pussy with her hand. As she did, I heard the squishy splat of each hard slap against her cunt, cum spittle actually flying off in near every direction as she did so. Within seconds she was screaming out her own pleasure, the intensity of her orgasm filling the air, her hand still slapping her wide open pussy with more force than I thought pleasurable, yet it seemed that for her at least, it certainly was.

I had collapsed back down into my chair, still watching her as she slowly rolled her spent clit between her fingers now, finally riding the last waves of her ecstasy, still looking at me through glazed eyes.

“Fuck,” I said simply finding my breath, still in a state of shock over what had just transpired here. As I finally shook off the fugue of my own lust, the nagging concerns I had shoved to the back of my head came out again. “Stella…as nice as that was…”

Once again she looked at me, “Don’t…I know what you’re going to try to say Robin, but don’t. I’m old enough to decide for myself who I’m going to see and sleep with, mom and dad have no say in the matter, which includes my seeing or sleeping with you.”

“But your father will kill me even so,” I managed to get in.

“I doubt that,” she said easily. “But…if it makes you feel any better, we’ll keep all this a secret then.” She stood up and began dressing, her breasts still smeared with my spunk, which I could easily smell as well. “They’ll be home soon,” she then added, “So I’d best go home and shower,” she giggled letting me know she could smell the heat of our combined spent passion covering her body. “What time do you have to get up to leave tomorrow?” she then asked, throwing me off for a moment.

“Four. I have to be at the airport by six, my plane leaves at seven…why?”

“Don’t lock your back door,” she stated, and then turned and walked out the back heading back towards her own place.

I stood there for several moments, just watching the sway of that tight little ass as she passed through the gate connecting our two yards.

**

I found it virtually impossible to go to sleep. Restlessly looking at the clock every few minutes, remembering the last time I had looked, 12:47 when I must have dozed off. It seemed like I’d just gotten to sleep when I felt an amazing sensation, my eyes popping open.

Even in the darkness I could see the vague outline of her shape kneeling beside me. The clock is now reading 3:15. I was stiff and hard, her mouth working my shaft, though for how long I honestly didn’t know. She had done it so softly that at first I hadn’t been aware of it, slowly bringing me around with that tantalizing tongue as she lapped at my prick like a slowly melting ice cream cone.

“About time,” she giggled pleasurably. I felt her move, and then straddle me, the warmth of her cunt capturing my prick before I could even answer her. The next sound in fact coming out of my mouth was a long guttural unintelligible string of pleasured moans and groans as Stella began working her pussy magic up and down the length of my shaft.

We made love slowly and for a very long time, our coupling not quite as frenzied as I might have expected. Even the near simultaneous orgasm we shared was almost silent in comparison to the one we’d experienced the day before. Stella lifted up, my cock literally plopping from inside her juicy wet cunt, the combined mixture of her juices pouring out of her as she squatted above me, working her pussy muscles.

Even in the dark I felt and heard the dripping splatter of our mutual cum as it fell back onto my dick. Seconds after that, I again felt Stella’s mouth on me, cleaning me up, licking and slurping happily away at my now very satisfied prick. When the alarm went off, Stella slipped out of bed, I was half dreaming with the soft gentle licking I’d been treated to.

“Call me when you get back,” she said, and then like a wraith in the night, disappeared from my room.

**

It wasn’t necessary to call her. She was sitting on the steps waiting for me when I pulled up. Surprised to see her there, I got out of the car, grabbed my overnight bag and headed towards her.

“How’d you know when I’d be here?” I asked surprised, yet smiling upon seeing her. She wore a tight fitting pair of white shorts and a red and white striped tube top that barely contained her magnificent breasts.

“Checked your flight, got the arrival time and figured how long it would take you to get home after that. Pretty close actually, I’ve only been sitting here less than ten minutes.”

Stella followed me into the house, and then up the stairs. As we entered the bedroom, she immediately headed off into the bathroom and began running a shower for me. “Take your time, I’ll be downstairs waiting for you when you’re done,” she said, and then left the room with a mischievous smile on her face. The hot water felt good, and though tired from the red-eye flight, I was soon feeling very invigorated.

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