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Story: Soft Rebound

“Mm-hmm.” I nod. “Mm-hmm. Keep going.”

My hands are on his shoulders. His lips are pressed against my belly as the one hand not busy between my legs holds my hip. I rock against him and soon everything disappears except the wet slurping sound, Joe’s low inarticulable mumbling against my skin, and my moans that rise without permission, louder and louder, sounding more like cries of pain with every passing stroke.

“You look so fucking hot now,” he whispers. “I wish you could see yourself. Never seen anything like it.”

“Yes... There... A little deeper... Press a bit harder... And against the front wall...”

He does exactly what I say and I am so close, so close I am shaking, just need a little bit—

“What do you need?”

“Pinch... But not too hard...”

He understands. The hand that was on my hip moves to gently pinch the clit between the index and middle finger, squeezing it from the sides, as the other hand continues its maddening journey in and out of my pussy, sliding along it with each heavenly stroke...

And then he adds a rub with his thumb to the pinch as he focuses on thrusting inside me with his other hand, and it’s one two three strokes and fuck—

I explode with a wail.

He keeps stroking me, more lightly now, as the spasms subside.

“Wow,” I barely manage to say, sounding very winded. “That was ... amazing.”

He looks very pleased. “I’m glad I still have a move or two.”

“Excellent show of manual dexterity,” I tease. I’m holding onto his shoulders as my chest heaves and my knees wobble.

He’s stroking my waist and hips. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says. “It blows my mind.”

I lean down and kiss him deeply, cupping his jaw with both hands. I feel amazing but still way too worked up, and I want more. “Thank you. Now get naked.”

He grins and quickly unbuttons his pants, lifts his hips off the couch, and takes off his slacks and socks with the speed of a very motivated horny man. Then I push him back to lean against the sofa, and I straddle him again.

His face turns serious. “Fair warning. It’s possible I’m going to embarrass myself,” he says. “It’s been so long I might’ve gotten revirginized.”

I give him an exaggerated eyeroll. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll be gentle. I’ll take good care of your hymen.”

He grins, so of course I have to kiss him. Those teeth will be the death of me. ?

Chapter Five

Joe

My dry spell has lasted so long, I feel like I’m dreaming. Or maybe this is happening to someone else.

Liz is naked on my lap, rocking her hips, sliding back and forth along my dick, wet and warm, as I gorge on her tits.

Her hair is thick and wavy, hanging like a honey-colored curtain over one side of her face, falling down her shoulder.

She smells light and clean, with now a slight tinge of perspiration. I love how soft she is all over, how smooth her skin is. I keep pressing into her flesh, that beautiful creamy lightly freckled soft flesh, I know it might bruise but fuck I can’t help it, I dig twist pinch knead, her body is absolutely made for fucking, and I don’t know where I want to go, to her soft belly, the lovely rolls on her sides, her wide hips, her dimpled thighs. So much to touch, rub, squeeze, worship.

Her lips are open and she softly moans as she rubs the underside of my dick with her pussy, working herself up.

“Fuck, this is so good,” she says as she lifts her hips, grabs my dick and positions herself above it, and then takes it inside her in one fell swoop.

I almost choke on my tongue.

I wrap my arms around her back tight, my face between her breasts, her arms around my neck, and it’s as if we’re both trying to anchor ourselves against a surge of sensation. She’s very wet and very tight, and hot, so hot inside, and I am suddenly aware of the rapid beating of her heart, the light trembling of her whole body, the desperation with which she clings to my head, the little pants, faint, barely audible, flying off her parted lips, before she’s even moved. It’s not just me, the sad lonely man going through a long dry spell; she needs this, too. Needs me.