Courtney Cat

Before we began the next stroke, Courtney raised her arms into the air. The invitation was unmistakable and, once again, I couldn't refuse her offer. I slid my arms along the bed so my weight was resting on my knees and elbows, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face to hers so we could share a long kiss. I knew I was smearing the remains of her costume all over my body, but it was already covering my arms and legs, so I didn't care about a minor thing like that.

What I did care about was Courtney and me fucking slowly and lovingly for a long time, and that's what we continued doing. Our mouths were still pressed together when I drew back the next time and, not until our bodies came wetly together again, did I raise my face so we could both sigh happily. The next stroke of my cock, and the next and the next, and many more after that were just as slow and long, and I plunged my cock just as deeply into Courtney's responsive pussy.

We kept fucking like that for a long time. Even with the deliberately slow pace, I could feel my climax steadily mounting, and I knew hers was building up too, because of her physical and vocal responses. Courtney's body rocked and bucked under me every time her pussy thrust back to meet my cock as it drove into her, and I could hear her blissful sighing and her moaning into my ear. We would both delay our climaxes as long as we could before reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

I knew Courtney wanted the same destination as I, but she wanted to change the route we took to get there. "Stay where you are, George," she whispered. "Let me fuck myself on your nice, big cock."

That sounded like a fabulous idea to me too, so I pushed myself up from her sexy form so I was on my hands and knees. Courtney took a tight grip on my upper arms and started using that hold to push and her legs around mine to pull her body under me and impale her pussy on my cock. I waited until almost all my shaft had been enveloped and thrust forward, our two bodies making a soft "smack" as they met. Courtney sighed happily after the first stroke and slid her body back toward the head of the bed to start another one.

We quickly set up a very pleasurable rhythm, with me plunging my cock deeply into Courtney when she moved under me. Our movements were still slow, and the meetings of our bodies still produced the same pleasant splashing noises, as her juices spattered all over both of us. For a long time, we fucked in that position, and her movements went from smooth to erratic as her high level of pleasure mounted toward the point when she would soon start cumming. With every stroke, both of us expressed our joy, until Courtney knew it was time to change again.

"I'm almost ready to cum, George. Start fucking my clit."

I knew what she meant by that, and I knew it meant that Courtney wanted me to take over and set the pace. Once again I lowered my torso so the weight of my upper body was supported on my elbows and her breasts were pressed against my skin. We had been fucking with little contact between her clit and my cock, and I moved up slightly on Courtney's body so I would be driving it more down into her pussy. That would mean having much more contact with the sweetest of her sweet spots, when I drove my cock into her and when I drew it back out. I also started to increase the pace of my thrusts into her.

She put her hands back on my shoulders and matched the increased tempo. With every stroke my cock raked against her clit, and her body thrashed under me. Courtney was whimpering and sobbing by then, and I knew she was only seconds away from starting to cum.

"Uh! Uh!" she whimpered. "Oh! Oh, my god!" she cried out joyfully.

Her hands and legs tightened their grip on me. Courtney clung so strongly that our two bodies were like one. When I drew back, she stayed with me, her fingernails digging into my back and, when I thrust forward again, I squashed her body into the mattress, eliciting even louder cries of ecstasy as my cock plowed in even more deeply..

For the next several minutes we fucked as hard and fast as we could, with both of us losing more control by the second, until Courtney warbled of her delight in climaxing. Her back arched as all her muscles clenched, followed by her hands and legs completely releasing their grips. After her orgasm, my very happy and very satisfied partner seemed to melt into the bed, like a beautiful orange and brown and black puddle.

I didn't even slow down, because I was just as aroused by Courtney as she had been by the body paint, and I continued driving my cock into her pussy. My climax boiled up from all my extremities, concentrating in my groin until it erupted. I shot a big was of cum into my condom, but I had no wish to stop until I was really through. Two more times I ejaculated, and then I knew I was done, and sagged on top of the hotsy in the calico body paint.

After our extremely satisfying climaxes, we lay happily together while my cock softened and slipped out of Courtney's pussy. When we finally did get up from the bed, we decided to shower together to remove the remnants of her costume. By that time, she still had most of what she had started with, but a lot had smeared onto my skin. I could have waited until I got back home to my own bathroom, but showering with a naked hotsy like Courtney Katt is vastly more fun than washing myself.

While standing under the warm spray, we did more fondling and caressing than washing, but we did remove all the paint. As we were toweling each other off, Courtney made another request that I could not refuse.

"George, I'm almost certain that the regular Mungojerrie won't be at the play tomorrow night, and that means that my costume will make me all horny again, and needing to fuck after I dance off the stage with his replacement. Like I said, he's gay, and will turn me down like he did tonight. Can you wait for me backstage and take care of my needs? Then and after the final curtain? I'd really appreciate it. After that, we can return here and do like we just did, even showering together again."

I could have suggested to Courtney that she have a dildo waiting backstage for herself, but I believed that would have been a rather churlish thing to do, so I didn't. My being there to take care of her urgent carnal needs would be a lot more fun for her, and for me too, of course. As I like to say, it's a well known fact that I never reject a reasonable request from one of my lady friends, and I considered that to be well within reason.

On that occasion, I had a second reason for wanting to help her out too: After all, as Courtney had said earlier, the show must go on.

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