Her sturdy thick legs were wrapped around my thighs. Her strong arms were around my torso and were squeezing tighter and tighter. She was riding another wave. I moved my hips adjusting my manhood deeper eliciting an immediate shiver.
"OoowoooOooo" Poetry's voice quivered. "Another wave??" She said aloud shocked.
Her legs quivered as she squeezed me tighter. Another orgasm. There was an alternating grip that spasmed with each muscle contraction against my firm manhood. Her hands slid down my sweaty back and squeezed my ass cheeks. I arched my back and rubbed the bottom of her inner core and she shook again.
"Fuck!" Poetry bit her bottom lip and smiled through another wave.
When that orgasm subsided, I lifted myself to my knees. Her solid full brown curves lay on the sheets like a baroque masterpiece. Her fingers reached up to trace my abs down to my waiting, throbbing, condom sheathed dick.
As you can imagine, this session didn't start out nice. Poetry was ravenously horny. We'd fucked hard almost immediately as I'd arrived at her place. There wasn't much time. She was squeezing me in before she had to leave on a trip. My purpose was to give her a much needed tune up. She wanted to be fucked hard before it was time to go. What started as a one hour window was now on its second hour.
"Turn around." I smiled.
…there was no end near.
"You're trying to make me late."
"You've had enough."
"I didn't say that…"
"So, turn over."
Poetry rolled over. She motioned to get on all fours, but I stopped her with a firm hand on her sweaty hip and pushed her back on her face. I angled and climbed her hips, positioned my stiff tool where she wanted it and plunged to the hilt.
She groaned into the wet pillow. She lay flat, me on top of her perched high angled like a seesaw deep fucking her from the back.
"You want that fucking dick."
"Yessss."
I plunged deep feeling her soft slick skin against mine and hissed a number of "fucks", "pussies" and "cum for mes" into her ear. When she groaned I grinded harder. An unrelenting sweaty grind then I lifted Poetry by her hips to all fours and continued.
The slick sweaty sound of my hand slapping her ass echoed through the room. When Poetry was ravenous, she liked it hard. When she was ravenous, she wanted to be consumed…
I checked the time…we were pushing it too far.
I removed myself to the sound of her disappointed groan. Not to be denied or outdone, She spun on her knees to me, pulled off the magnum xl and took a jawful. Poetry worked her mouth eloquently. Sloppy wet drool pooled in her mouth then slathered across the tip of my dick. She used the remaining to held her hands simultaneously jerk me off.
I wanted to cum in her mouth. I needed to. When and if I did, Poetry would make it well worth it. I concentrated on the sensations. I focused on her gusto and willed it to come.
With my first groan, she turned on the suction. In moments I was floating on a cloud of bliss as she sucked out every drop of my pleasure. She removed me from her mouth with a tight grip and watched my face as licked the tip. The sensation was like a tuning fork on my spine. I shook away from her and stood on the side of the bed.
"You don't' want to gimme some more…?"
"You have to go. There's almost no time for a shower."
"We'll have to shower together."
"No funny business." I waved my finger.
She walked passed me with unsteady legs, retrieved a fluffy washcloth and towel from the closet, tossed it to me and headed into the bathroom.
I climbed into the hot water letting it roll down my chest then turned so the warmth could massage my back. Poetry stepped in and immediately looked down.
"Oh, look at all that right there…" She smiled.
"Don't look at me like that, you're making him get harder…"
"So?"
"If he gets harder then he'll want more…"
With the warm water on my back, She stepped right up to me and kissed me softly but passionately. Her tongue felt like velvet on mine. She sidled around me to the water and let her body get drenched. There was no need for me to be close to her, It would only attract more trouble so I stepped back and watched the water cascade down her brown curves.
I moved closer and pressed my firm manhood against her ass cheeks. It slipped and slithered landing between them. I pressed my chest against her back. My dick pressed against her cheeks.
"Mmmm. Don't start none, won't be none…"
She stayed pressed against me as she maneuvered back to the other side. The water hit my back again. I lathered my front.
"Let me help with that.." Poetry soaped up my raging hard-on letting the soap and shaft slither through her fingers. With each stroke, my manhood grew harder.
I turned away and rinsed myself in the hot water. Her hands snaked around me again and stroked.
"You want to cause trouble?" I said turned and grabbed her. My hands turned her back to me.
She knew as we always know.
Poetry's foot rose and rested on the side of the tub, she bent over giving me access to her wet pussy. I held my dick and stroked her outer lips. Her head swiveled on her neck uncontrollably.
"You wanna feel it don'tcha"
She nodded.
My dick stroked.
"You want it?"
She nodded harder.
My dick stroked her even wetter lips.
"How bad do you want it?"
Poetry pushed back and I moved back with her.
"oh you TEASE!" She turned to me pointing.
My devilish smile shone through the now foggy bathroom.
Poetry dipped to her knees and before I could warn her about her hair getting wet, she took me into her mouth and sucked. She moaned with pleasure with each suck ad stroke. Her right hand stroked me hard the water spray ricocheted off my back and into her face and across her hair. I was too busy enjoying how wet she was making me.
The water sprayed across her face. Poetry let it flow and drip onto me and gave me a porn star open mouthed smile.
"You start that and we'll never get out of here."
We washed and got out. After we got dressed, Poetry checked her wet hair in the mirror. It wasn't a great look for travel.
"Do you need to fix that?"
"No time. It'll have to do."
"Hope it was worth it."
"You know it was." She kissed me softly.
"Let's go before I get wetter."
I smiled and headed for the door.
They call me The Fury wanna get wet with me?
