DTF - Part 3 (Your panties were white!)

Part 3 of 3.

He'd asked about condoms on the phone. I laughed and told him not to worry, I had my own. 'I'm a modern woman'! I assured him. He reached over and grabbed one, ripping open the foil packet and easing it down over the swollen tip of his cock. I was so ready for him. As soon as his cock nudged open my labia I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. I was so tempted just to plunge down onto him but I restrained myself and inch by inch he eased inside of me. So fucking deep inside of me. I had to adjust myself a little to accommodate both his girth and length. I might be a bigger woman but my pussy isn't! I remember thinking 'oh fuck, I'm going to regret this tomorrow' .... knowing I would be branded with the pleasurable pain of this feeling inside of me for days.

I loved how expressive he was, not just his face but his vocalisations. His grunts were telling me that my pussy was clamping around his cock, milking it as I slid up and down it. I leant forward and my tits slapped into his face. He greedily caught one of them with his mouth and suckled on my nipples. The exquisite tug connecting my nipples to my cunt made me grind even harder and deeper. I reached for the bedhead above him to support myself as I gyrated around on his cock, loving all the different sensations and angles. We grinned at each other, just loving being in the moment and fucking with abandon. I remember us talking and laughing but I haven't a clue what about now. Just silly things that lovers share when caught up in lusty fun.

He wound his hands around the back of my neck and tugged me in hard, trapping me against his body. He forced me to stop moving on him as he took over, bucking his hips furiously, ramming his cock into me like a piston. I started feeling myself lose control and I remember panicking, struggling to get back the rhythm and pace I was comfortable with. I was starting to feel out of my depth, trying to avoid eye contact with him as I felt him getting too close. Too intense. I pushed my hand down onto his chest and levered my body back up straight. Sitting up high on him I grabbed his hands and together we squeezed my tits so hard. Fuck, he was so deep inside me. I giggled to myself as I thought it felt like he was going to split me in two. It was getting hot. In every way.

He told me he wanted to fuck me from behind. I thought that was rather convenient as I wanted to be taken from behind. Violated. I hopped off of him and got on my knees, submissively waving my fat white arse at him. I asked him if he wanted my thighs together or apart. 'Apart', he grunted. That wasn't a problem. I wanted to open myself up for him. I remember feeling his big strong hands gripping my hips and positioning me, then feeling his cock plundering my cunt from behind, the sound of slapping balls and my primal grunts filling the air. At one stage he was fucking me so hard and holding me so tight around the neck and throat area I thought I might just pass out from pleasure. Something in our rhythm changed and he told me to push my thighs together. He got up off his knees and absolutely tore up my pussy in that position. Deeper and deeper and god his groans and grunts and words were just driving me crazy.

I don't remember how long we stayed in that position, I was transcending into a state of bliss. I remember though wriggling out from under him and rolling over onto my back. He positioned himself between my legs and I instinctively drew my knees up to accommodate him. It was like he was entering me for the first time. Just another new, incredible sensation. His strokes in this position were long and deliberate and his pelvic bone was nudging my swollen clit each time. I reached down and grabbed a handful of arse and drew him even tighter into me. I hungrily sought his mouth and lips and at some stage I think I forgot we were kissing and we just moved together with our lips open, touching, panting into each others mouths. I rolled my hips up even further and that just deepened the pleasure. I was beginning to feel that intensity again though and could feel myself starting to let go. I bit my lip and hung on tightly to him, wanting it to never stop but at the same time wanting it to end because I was starting to feel so vulnerable and exposed.

I'm not shy about my sexuality in most sex-positive company, but this guy was driving me to the point where my language was so explicit and vulgar ... it was nasty. I was loud, I was encouraging him, I was just letting everything in my mind come out on my lips. I think this had an effect on him, and I know for damned sure that his dirty talk and appreciation was having a huge affect on me. I'd laughingly asked him earlier if I'd know when he came. He assured me he would tell me. I didn't need to have wasted my breath asking him that question. Our bodies were both slick with sweat and we were just fucking like animals. Our bodies were so intertwined it was hard to see where one started and the other ended. But then I sensed a change. A tightening. A tension. And I wanted that hot cum deep and high inside of me more than anything. He told me he was going to cum. 'No shit Sherlock' I cheekily murmured. He bent my legs even further back and grabbed me so tight. He fucked me with such frenzied lust that I almost lost control myself. Suddenly his back arched and his whole body went rigid. He shouted and grunted and fuck, there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to give me a huge load of hot cum. He stabbed my cunt with his throbbing cock several times, unloading inside of me. It seemed to last forever but of course it didn't. I felt like my pussy was greedily opening up even further to him, milking every last drop out of him. I felt my own spasming muscles and then as the tension subsided I felt that odd juxtaposition of his hard, unrelenting cock sliding out of my soft, yielding pussy. 'Thank you' I murmured. We grinned at each other and exchanged a lingering kiss. He leapt off the bed to get a drink and I did the same, gathering all my clothes and quickly getting dressed. I was in a down to fuck mood and now I'd fucked it was time to move on. We kissed goodbye and I drove off, loving that aching, violated feeling between my legs as I drove back home to my husband. Down to fuck indeed!

The End.