Around the halfway point through the movie, John realized they had finished their meal but neither had made an effort to resume their activities. Instead, they were intertwined with each other as they occasionally mocked the movie or gave little kisses. He smiled to himself and just enjoyed the experience.
At last until a movie hit a low, somewhat boring stretch. He used it as an excuse to head up to the bathroom to relieve his bladder and wash off some of the dried juices from his face, chest, and balls.
He felt strange walking naked in someone's house, but the afterglow and promise of more brought a smile to his lips.
While heading back, he peered into one of the rooms and saw Olivia's uniforms for Foggy's hanging from a makeshift clothes bar. It didn't look like she had been there long, most of her things were still in boxes. Glancing over, he saw college books on writing and literature. Next to it was a certificate.
Curious, he crept into the room and picked it up. It was a diploma rested against one of the boxes, a BA in English from Vassar College.
Feeling like an intruder, he backed out of her room even though he only more questions like why she was working at Foggy's instead of the college. He sighed, hating that he knew very little about the women that had invaded his life; he wanted to know them, to feel the closeness that he had a chance to experience with Erin.
Returning to the living room, he look into the woman waiting for him and stopped sharply.
Erin was on her generous belly, feet curled up above her and her breasts propped up on the edge of the cushions. She had a brilliant smile on her face as she rocked her ankles back and forth. “Have a good snoop?”
He blushed. “Um…?”
“It's an old house. The floor creaks everywhere and I could tell you were in her bedroom.”
John sighed. “Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.”
Erin shrugged and sighed. “It wasn't Olivia's fault. She graduated just as COVID hit. Her entire class didn't have a chance. I mean, her degree is a difficult sell in general, but with a pandemic? No one was hiring and all the colleges locked up tight on hiring. It was pointless to even try.”
“So she moved in with big sister?”
“Moved back, you mean. She grew up in this house. We all did. Christine and I were born here, but Olivia moved in when she was three after mom got remarried. Later, when mom and dad moved down to Florida, I bought the house from them.”
“You're a good sister, Erin.”
She grinned. “I might be, but I'm also a woman who is hungry for desert.”
“What do you…?”
His question died as she rolled over on the cushion. Her breasts rose up as she settled on her back with her legs splayed opened and her head dangling over the edge of the cushion. She slid down hand around the softness of her belly and cupped her pussy.
Erin grinned and licked her lips. “Time to shut up and serve.”
John stroked his own cock but it only took a few pumps before he was hard again. “I think I agree on that.”
“Then come here and give me something good to eat.”
“Yes, madam,” he said playfully. He walked over to her, still pumping his cock.
Erin reached up for him, arching her back as she did. Her large breasts were flattened by gravity but no less desirable as she slipped her hand around his thighs and gripped his legs tightly. Her eyes were filled with lust and hunger. “Come here,” she moaned as she tugged down.
He tightened his legs as he sank down. His balls dangled over her mouth and she lifted her head to suck one into her mouth.
Erin giggle as she mouthed his nut, rolling it with her tongue and lips.
Despite holding himself off the ground, John couldn't help but close his eyes to enjoy the moisture bathing his ball. Her tongue was talented as before, slathering over the delicate skin and short hairs. “Yummy,” she said before moving to his other side.
He almost lost his balance. His knees thumped against on the cushion and he snapped his hands out to grab whatever he could; his fingers dug into the soft tissue of her tits.
Underneath his tight fingers, she moaned and pushed up into his palms. Her nipples were hot and hard.
He slumped back, grinding his balls hard into her mouth and his perineum into her face. He could feel her nose against his asshole and her chin on the bottom of his shaft. The illicit situation and position set off a flare of pleasure that ran from his base to his tip.
A spray of pre-cum coated her breasts. He pumped his shaft a few more times and more pre-cum oozed out across her throat but he wasn't close to an orgasm for anything else. He just moaned and rocked back and forth on her face.
She pushed him forward. As he moved, his balls popped out of her mouth and her lips slid up to work her way against his asshole. Immediately, her tongue slurped against his sphincter.
“Fuck, you really do like ass play.”
Erin pushed him up to take a breath. “Just a lot,” she panted. He could hear that she was smiling. “But as tasty your balls and ass are, I want to feel your cock buried in my throat. I haven't gotten around the world before Phileas gets back.”
His shaft jumped at the thought then he laughed at her final words, it was surreal with his ass pressed against her face.
She pushed him back away with her hands.
John lifted himself as he dragged his balls back across her lips and then her nose. When he felt it bump against her brow, he was able to crawl back off her face and settle down just above her head.
He started to pull his hands up but she shook her head. “No, keep them there.”
She giggled. “Maybe bruise them as you fuck me as fast and hard as you can? See if you can get this bad boy in my stomach?”
His shaft jumped at the thought. He moaned as he clutched her tighter. Using his hips to guide it, he drew his cock back. It was shiny and swollen again, ready to dump another load into his willing slut. He grinned as he smeared pre-cum along her lips and nose with the effort to aim.
Erin followed it with her hungry mouth.
He guided it into her lips, rolling it around and coating her tongue with his juices before sinking it deeper into the tight confines.
Both of them moaned loudly.
Her hands fluttered against his ass before she pulled him into her.
John dug his hands into her generous tits until his knuckles turned white. As Erin moaned loudly, he thrust forward and muffled her with a single stroke. His cock sank into her mouth, tickling along her teeth before lodging up to the tight entrance of her throat.
He spread his knees for balance. Even the little reposition caused his cock to grind up against the entrance of her throat, cutting off her moans with wet slurps as he got the right angle to ram it deeper.
Underneath his grip, Erin's body pushed up hungrily. She wanted him as much as he wanted to take her. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she held him place, making it difficult to pull back even he wanted to.
With only one way to go, he drove forward with steady pressure. He felt the tight ring resisting his intrusion, but it slowly gave way, dilating as his cock slipped deeper into her mouth and bulged her throat.
It was one of the most erotic sights in his life. He held his breath as he continued to steady pressure, pushing harder and harder.
Then, all the resistance was gone in a gulp and he slipped deep until his balls ground against her nose and lips. He was fully sheathed in her throat.
Underneath his hands, Erin's body jerked reflexively. He could feel her gagging on his length but her hands kept him tight against her. With every clench, her fingers dug in deeper.
He pulled back, fighting her, until he could get an inch of movement and then rammed it home again.
Almost instantly, her legs spread apart as she relented but only a few inches.
Throbbing, his cock slipped out and rammed again as he took more forceful thrusts into her lips and throat. It didn't take long until he was pumping steadily, with longer strokes that brought little muffled sounds of gagging and gurgling.
Encouraged that she wasn't pushing him away, he bore down to fucking her face properly. Every stroke was harder and louder, smacking loudly as drool and juices covered her face. He moaned as he leaned into it.
Her hands never let him escape her completely. But he could hear little gasps of breath between his longer strokes. Her hips rocked and writhed as her entire body bucked underneath him.
Releasing her left tit, he reached out and grabbed her snatch. His fingers sank into the wet folds as he crushed her clitoris to his palm and hooked his fingers on her bone. The added balance gave him a better angle and he rammed into her faster.
Erin came underneath him, her body taut underneath her soft curves. She dug her nails into his thighs and yanked him violently into her. Her movements were frantic and demanding.
John's balls grew tighter and his cock swelled in her throat. He was approaching an orgasm and the added friction only made him work harder to impale her throat while pushing him closer to an orgasm that felt like a tsunami. His legs strained as he smacked into her face repeatedly, maybe even bruising it as he strive to conquer her throat just as he did her womb.
It wasn't going to last long. With a guttural cry, he rammed home and pulled out. Cum began to shoot out of him, spraying the entire length of her throat before painting her mouth and then plunging back into her tight confines even as he continued to blast inside her. It felt like he was plunging into a heated ocean as he continued to come continuously.
Erin's gagging grew even louder as her body writhed. Her movements were frantic as she bucked up against him.
Lost in his primal need to seed her, he could barely register that she was no longer yanking him into her mouth. She wasn't pushing him back though and he continued his short, powerful thrusts while flooding every part of her in his semen.
When he finally slowed, he was panting and covered in sweat. Tremors ran through his body as he kept his cock just inside her lips.
Erin worked her lips around his still pulsating cock. A gurgling moan escaped her lips as she suckled on his sensitive head.
With a gasp, he finally sat back. His cock popped out of her mouth and he looked down at his lover.
Her face was completely covered in sperm and juices. A thick layer of slime dribbled off as she looked up through cum-dripping eyelashes. Then a giggle. “You come so much!”
John nodded, panting. It was more than he had ever done before, far more than the few spurts in his hand for his morning masturbation. He wondered if that was part of the side effects because he had never glazed a woman with a single orgasm.
“H-Help me up.” She held out her hands.
He helped Erin into a sitting position, then grabbed a few napkins from the sushi bag. His eyes drank in the sight of her dripping body as she cleared off her face before tossing the sodden wads of paper back onto the bag.
“Fuck, you have to be able to handle us with that much cum.”
John grunted with agreement.
She glanced at him and then grinned. “I'm still horny.”
He looked down and flicked his cock. It was still hard and throbbing. He was sure he could easily go another round.
“Want to beat Phileas? We have seven minutes left on the clock.”
John leaned over and kissed her. He could taste his cum on her lips but it didn't matter. His cock was already ready to go again and this time, he was going to empty his load directly into her womb. The thought set him off and he crawled over to her, pushing her back to the cushions.
Erin worked her legs up against his chest until her knees were resting in his shoulders and her wet, dripping snatch was open and receptive to his hard cock.
He looked into her eyes as he sank into her hot depths. It was different than her mouth and ass, but it felt like where he belonged as he bottomed out inside her cunt and squeezed her knees between them.
Erin moaned. “I always love this position.”
“What is it called?”
“The mating press.” She blinked her damp eyelashes at him. “Will you mate me?”
His length throbbed. “I'm going to knock you up.”
Her length clenched his opening.
John started slow, pumping deeply. The frantic urge when he raped her throat was gone, leaving only a tenderness. He wanted to enjoy it, to draw out her orgasms with thrust at a time.
She held him tightly as they made love. No frantic thrusts, no pounding, just a slow measured pumping as they said nothing.
He had never made love to anyone in his life, but he couldn't help but think he was finally doing it as his shaft slipped in and out of her tight, wet channel. He knew it was the drugs that were affecting both of them, and if it wasn't for that box, this would have never happened, but the closeness gripped his heart as much as his balls.
Little orgasms rippled through her body, punctuated by the wet slurps and splashes. Her moans filled the air as the rest of the universe faded away until there was nothing but the two of them.
His orgasm came up just as sweetly. A pressure building up in his balls and a swelling of his cock. He continued to plunge it deep into her, enjoying how her tightness enveloped his entire length. Even though his cock head wasn't pummeling her cervix, it was still just bliss as he came inside her.
John didn't stop pumping as he flooded her cunt with his seed. The wet slurps and splashes grew louder as did her moans, but neither looked away as the continued to fuck until he was done and just sloshing around her well-seeded pussy.
She kissed him and he kissed her back.
Then they continued until they were both sated. No words were needed, it just was time when he finally pulled out of her with a slurp.
Erin's pussy was a frothy mess of cum and juices, red with bliss, and sated. She moaned as she cupped the opening and slumped back. “That was… wonderful.”
John sighed. “Yes.”
“Mind if I stay here for a little bit?”
He looked to how she was possessively holding her pussy. “Want to keep it inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Back to the movie?”
Erin grinned and tugged down a cushion for him. “Come on. I already beat him but I kind of want to see the end.”
He grabbed a blanket from another couch and draped it over them. Then, naked and sated, he nestled up to her.
She started to resume the movie but then hesitated. “You don't mind staying, right? I realize I didn't ask you.”
“I was kind of hoping you were going to. It's been a while since I've shared a bed with anyone. Not since I moved to this side of the ocean.” He had a girlfriend but that relationship didn't have nearly the intensity of his current ones or the sexual freedom.
“Good.”
Then, she rested her head on his shoulder and they finished watching the terrible movie.