Page 27 of Mr. Principal

He pulled my hips forward even more and pushed my thighs apart. I came again as he kissed and licked, making me shiver and my thighs ache.

Silently, he stood up. And with heavy lids, I looked up at him as he pushed his shorts down. I felt myself growing wetter as a memory I’d forbidden myself from recalling for years surfaced.

After all these years, I would have Carter inside me again.

But the circumstances were different now. I was free to enjoy this moment and so without a smidgen of guilt, I reached out and grabbed his member. I stroked his cock and pulled him towards me. I pulled him into my mouth, greedily sucking the tip while my hand moved up and down his shaft. I took more and more of him inside my mouth and licked and sucked him, feeling him harden even more at the feel of my warm mouth around his thick, long cock.

And then abruptly, he pulled my head away.

I lay down on the couch and wantonly opened my legs as wide as I could, inviting him to take what I happily offered.

He didn’t hesitate as he settled on top of me, engulfing me in the warmth of his body. I adjusted under his weight and wrapped my legs around his hips.

I could feel his cock against my opening. It was pushing against my folds, when he stopped abruptly and raised his eyes to mine.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’m on birth control.” It was habitual now and I continued to take it even after my divorce.

He didn’t need any more reassuring as he pulled my hips closer and gently sheathed his entire sex into mine.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned as we stayed like that, connected, but not moving and then slowly he did just that.

He moved his hips just a little, pulling himself out of my wetness. And then he pushed slowly back in, making me shake as I tightened my thighs around his hips, and dug my heels in his behind.

I went to raise my arms around his neck, but he took my hands and pinned them right above my head, holding me down as he had his way with me, shoving into my wetness.

It felt aggressive and wanton and it was exactly what I wanted and needed. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feel of his cock, pushing into me, stretching me.

I felt him release one of my hands and so, I began to fondle my own breasts and nipples as he thrust in and out of me.

The pleasure was building, my heart rate picked up, my inner muscles began to tighten, and then my whole body tensed as I orgasmed.

I couldn’t breathe, think, or move, as my orgasm took over my entire being. I could feel my inner muscles clenching and then unclenching around Carter’s sex.

But he wasn’t done yet and as I lay gasping for air, he pulled out of me.

“Turn over,” he commanded. I opened my eyes, not realizing that I’d closed them, and saw that he was still very erect.

He began to rub his cock, that was still wet from penetrating my sex, while he looked at my body.

“Turn over,” he repeated lustfully, his voice nothing but a soft whisper.

I did as he said, slowly rolling over until I was on my knees. I looked over my shoulder behind me and watched him as he kept one hand on his cock and used the other one to open me. He slid a finger into me and my hips bucked.

I grabbed the arm of the couch and planted my hands there, just in time, as Carter slowly pushed into me, stretching me yet again and I shook at the feel of his dick entering my quivering wetness.

Just like before, he didn’t bother going slow. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back, bringing my sex onto his cock over and over again, changing up the tempo and rhythm, but not pulling completely out.

I started moaning and I could hear his breathing quicken, until we were both panting each other’s names with every single one of his thrusts.

He surprised me then by reaching around and playing with my clit as he penetrated me from behind. I didn’t want to come again so soon, but who was I kidding? Carter was completely in control. I was just a willing bystander.

I could feel my sex seizing up around his cock, squeezing him, trying to keep him deep inside. And just like that I began to come, this time shaking.

He groaned and leaned over to place kisses down my spine, but then the gentleness was gone as he pushed into me over and over, gripping my hips as he sheathed himself in me as far as he could go. He stretched me and filled me in a way Tom never could, and I came again as Carter grunted one last time before filling me with his seed, thrusting a little as he came hard.

He pulled out immediately and I collapsed down on the couch, spent, but satisfied.