I had forgotten how tight Hannah’s pussy was.
So, when I slipped inside her from behind, and looked down at the pale, white skin of her back, leading up to the long, curly, red hair flowing over her left shoulder, I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to cum inside her.
“It’s been so long,” she said, looking back at me. “I missed you, Mickey.” I missed her too, but probably only for the fact that she was 22 and I was 40 and she gave amazing blowjobs.
She wasn’t k**ding, though. It had been awhile. About six weeks, in fact, since I fucked her last, just a day before she left to go back to college.
“I missed you too, Han,” I said, picking up the pace. Her sweet moist pussy gripped my cock as I slowly eased in and out of her.
“Fuck me hard, OK?” she said, but it was more of an order than a request. “And don’t stop.”
I firmly held her hips as the light claps of our bodies and her soft, sexy moans began to get louder as I bent her over the coffee table in her tiny, but nice, apartment near campus. Her tight cunt felt so good and just being able to pleasure her was amazing. I wanted her to believe I was fucking her slow because it was more intimate, but there was no question it was because I wanted to last as long as I could. Pounding her would end that.
“I told Sami she should find someplace to stay tonight,” she said, as she slid forward and my cock popped out of her.
“Why? I said, coyly.
“Because we haven’t seen each for six weeks, Mick,” she said, as she pushed me back on the couch. “And I wanna be loud tonight …”
She swung her hips over mine and gasped as she lowered herself onto my cock, sliding slowly down until she was completely filled. She slid forward and our mouths met in a deep, wet kiss. Her tongue dove deep into my mouth, muffling a deep moan.
I laid back as her milky white hips moved sensually and she let out a set of long, slow groans. As the pace quickened, Hannah got louder and louder, until she stopped moving and I started pounding hard up into her pussy until she pushed up without warning and shuddered as she came hard.
I eased her lightly to my left and maneuvered behind her, running my fingers across her pink pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the futon, I ran my tongue from the small of her back down, past her cute little pucker to her dripping gash. Letting my tongue linger on her clit brought out another long, slow moan, followed by a sharp “fuck” from her lips. I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and rimmed her ass while I fingered her. A few loud moans preceded the shaking of her legs and another intense orgasm left her gasping.
I rolled her over and climbed on top of her, guiding my cock inside her juicy pussy. I leaned into her and eyes widened and her mouth opened. “God,” she said. “Either it’s been too long or you’ve gotten much bigger.”
“Now you’re just sucking up,” I said, as I pushed her legs up into the air and began pounding her as hard as I could. As I thrusted away, her eyes locked with mine as her moans echoed through the living room. “Oh God — fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” she commanded.
So … I pulled my cock completely from her.
And she was pissed … until I dropped below her waist and went down on her again.
I didn’t just eat her. It was more like devouring.
With my face buried in her crotch, Hannah held my face in place while she began to grind on my mouth. I easily slipped two fingers inside her and sawed them in and out while continuing to furiously flick my tongue across her clit. Her thighs slapped against my head and damn near deafened me as she came yet again.
“Hooooooly fuck,” she squealed, while pushing my face away from her crotch. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck. Holy … I need a breather,” she said through gasps. “Jesus Christ, we fuck so good.”
Hannah and I met about two years ago. She was 20, a summer intern at my office and I was, well, freshly divorced and a little gunshy of real relationships. I swear I didn’t see anything except for a young, pretty girl who was a whiz at marketing for such a young age. Besides, I was fucking a waitress that I’d met a few weeks before. The summer came and went and I didn’t think anything more about her, to be honest.
The following fall, I went to her college on a recruiting visit. I met with 14 students in all that day, including an attractive young blonde, whom I later found out was Hannah’s roommate, Sami.
She was the last person I interviewed. Afterward, I was tired, but needed a drink. “Is there a place I can get a drink near here?” I asked Sami. “Something with some light music and good bourbon.”
“Yeah,” she said, describing an out of the way bar near my hotel. “My roomie is picking me up and we will drive right by there, if you want a ride.” I agreed and a few minutes later, a blue Corolla pulled up. “That’s her. Hop in the front.”
Long story short, it was red-haired Hannah in the blue Corolla and, a few hours later, after the two ladies joined me for a few drinks and a shot or two, she confessed our co-workers that summer had told her not to get involved with me — even though she found me attractive — because I was on the rebound.
When I excused myself to take a phone call at one point, Sami was gone when I returned. “Where’s our ride?” I asked.
“It’s a quick walk to your hotel,” she said, with a side eye that made me feel like an idiot for not noticing that she’d sent Sami on her way to get me alone. As we walked, she told me that she was really happy to see me again. We stopped, knowing the moment, and kissed.
When we got to the room, I opened the door and she pulled me into the room. “I want to take a shower with you,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. A few minutes later, I gazed into the bathroom mirror as Hannah’s head bobbed at my groin.
That’s how our affair started.
And that’s what it was. Pure lust. Well, not just lust, I guess. We went to the theatre or a concert every once in a great while, but mostly it was just fucking. Neither of us was getting hurt because we knew we were just enjoying the orgasms.
“Everyone needs to have one person in their life that just teaches them what’s like to be completely, sexually taken by another person,” she told me once. “That’s you for me. No one has ever eaten my pussy like you … NO ONE … I’ll never get fucked like this by anyone else ever again.”
After a quick drink in the kitchen, we moved to her room, where we sat on the bed naked, talking about other things for a few minutes before she got that look in her eye again. I kissed across her collarbone and started pawing her 34Cs, gently pulling her pink, button nipples as she squeezed my stiffening dick.
“Lay back,” she said, as our lips broke. I didn’t need further coaxing.
She quickly moved into 69 position and began sucking my cock, while I buried my face in a well-kept mound of crimson curls between her legs. Swiftly, I found her clit and began circling my tongue around it, as I felt her warm mouth break free of my manhood and let out a nice, slow moan as she buried her face in my left thigh.
We continuing pleasuring each other until I pulled her off of me, rolled her onto her back and slid my dick into her once more. I moved forward and our faces were inches apart as I stroked in and out of her wetness.
She arched her back as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and fucked aggressively. I felt her pussy spasm and tighten around me and after hammering her for a few more minutes, I slowed down and pulled myself from her hole.
She ordered me to lay back, then slid down and turned around, facing me between my legs.
“I hope you’re ready to cum,” she said softly and looking right into my eyes. I didn’t answer, but I knew what was coming as she spit on my cock. “I’m going to make you cum — hard.”
I looked down to see her hand wrap around my fullness and begin stroking it slowly. Her ice blue eyes stared at the head and she kissed it softly before wrapping her full, red lips around my thickness. She swirled her tongue around me and I felt her wet mouth take it deeper into her throat.
She was so fuckin’ good at sucking cock.
Her eyes never left mine as she blew me, then she backed off of it slowly but didn’t take it out of her mouth. I felt her saliva coat my cock and she started sucking me frantically as her tiny, freckled hand stroked me powerfully as well. As my head fell back in ecstacy, she pulled her mouth off and stroked my throbbing tool harder. “I want that cum,” she said, squeezing my balls with her other hand, sending me closer to the edge.
“Give it to me,” she ordered.
She worked the head with her mouth, then worked her way to my sack. Taking each of my balls in her mouth, she gave them a quick suck while jerking my rod with her left hand.
“C’mon … you know you wanna cum for me,” she coaxed. “Just tell me and I’ll give you what you like.”
I don’t if she got the sign she was looking for, but before I knew it, Hannah slipped her mouth over the head and began furiously milking me as I tried to hold back the inevitable.
But I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot three big ropes of jizz into her mouth, which didn’t appear to phase her at all. She continued moving her mouth swiftly up and down.
She gulped and swallowed my load, then licked her lips before cleaning me off with her mouth for a few minutes as I writhed in pleasure on the bed.
“Next time, I want you to cum inside me,” she whispered, before standing and bounding toward the door. “I’m going to the kitchen, you wanna glass of wine?”
“No,” I said, still recovering, but starting to climb out of bed.
“Don’t get up,” she said, smiling. “We’re not done here.”