Cupping a breast in each hand, Kyle kneaded them firmly, enjoying the yielding resilience of her sensitive mounds. He twirled the blood-engorged nipples between his thumb and forefingers, pulling carefully on them when Peggy seemed ready. He tried to urge Peggy to lower herself so he could suck on her nipples but she resisted. She wasn’t willing to slow or stop the rhythm she’d built up riding his cock in a simple back and forth motion.
She rode him hard, plunging her hips down hard and thrashing her lower body around in a tight circle to rub her pussy against Kyle’s groin. He couldn’t move very well. He tried to push his cock deeper into Peggy’s hot cunt but he didn’t have any leverage. After a while, he let Peggy do all the work. There was no style to what she was doing. It was simple animal lust. Two animals who’d gone without sex for a long time pushed and shoved at one another, each straining for a long withheld release.
It was only a few minutes. Kyle had tried to get into a better rhythm, timing Peggy’s plunges with his own thrusts, but there was no way. Before he could begin working with her, Peggy was beginning the high-pitched keening that preceded one of her better orgasms.
“UUUUUUEEEEEEIIEIEIEEEEUUNGGGH!” Peggy groaned as she slammed her pussy down on Kyle’s groin. She stopped in mid-movement, whipped into frantic motion seconds later, and pushed her head back to stare at the ceiling as she reveled in the sensations spreading through her body.
“Unnngh, unnngh, unnngh, unnngh, unnnnnngh,” she grunted, slamming herself down onto her husband. She was delirious, hardly aware of what she was doing. She was intent only on making the approaching climax as intense and long lasting as she could. Abruptly she froze at the top of her stroke, lowered herself in tiny increments until Kyle’s cock filled her completely and there she stayed. A series of tiny tremors, uncontrollable muscle contractions, swept over her…and she collapsed onto her husband’s body. It was done. She lay there gasping for air, suddenly exhausted. Kyle waited.
“Did you cum?” Peggy asked when she had enough breath to speak.
“Huh-uh,” Kyle replied cheerfully. He often refused to let himself get off in their first sex in an evening, preferring to keep the ability to give her–and himself–a second, and sometimes a third round of pleasure.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Peggy said dreamily, still panting a little. They lay there, still coupled by virtue of his hard penis still trapped within her vagina.
Peggy pushed her hips up, disengaging her sex from his and dropped at Kyle’s side. Grinning at him in the dim light from behind the closed bathroom door, she took his cock in her left hand and began to jack him off. She worked at it hard for a few minutes, moving her fist deftly up and down the shaft. Smoothly, she shifted her body, worming her way up until she could lock her lips on his.
“Cum for me,” she whispered. “I want to watch you cum.” She worked her hands up and down smoothly, her own juices providing all the lubrication necessary. He was uncircumcised. Just the motion of her hand sliding up and down the shaft pulled his foreskin down over the glans and across that sensitive area on the underside just behind the bulbous head. Peggy was good at what she was doing. She loved to see him spray his seed into the air. Kyle had no idea why she found it so fascinating, but she was. He’d learned to live with it.