Catherine Ch. 26

Holding her trembling body back against me, her legs not yet ready to hold her up on their own, she's limp as a rag doll in my arms. And I couldn't be more in love with her!

Soon her breathing slowed, her legs taking her weight, she lays heavily back against me. These are the times most precious to me with all the women I've been so lucky to have in my life --- no cum and a smack on their ass, then run with me.

Twisting around in my arms as Catherine's are going up around my neck, pulling my head down to meet her mouth in a crushing kiss where it's backing her up till she pressed back against the sink counter top where this mauling of each others mouth gets more intense as we try to swallow each others tongue. My hard, aching cock rubbing over the front of her leather skirt --- I could cum like this all over the front of it --- but what a waste.

Breaking away it's down on my knees to remove her ankle binding panty cuffs. Then it's back up taking her hand, to pull her out of the kitchen, down the hall, into the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed where I pile on top of her to pick up right where we left off back in the kitchen.

Only this time it's rolling around, squeezing her to me, running my hand back up under her leather skirt grabbing hold of her fat, wet peach, while her hands are wrapped around my cock, jerking on it like she's trying pull it off my body.

"Give it to me, give it to me, you bastard!" She curses into my mouth. Bur she pulls roughly away from me, pushing against my shoulders wanting me over onto my back.

But no, not yet, I want more.

Rolling her, onto her back, I'm already grabbing her leather boots, pulling her back till her bare ass is right at the edge of the mattress, holding her legs wide apart the sight below is mouth watering. Her wet, glistening, rosy fat pussy is to much to ignore. An down on my knees I go, holding her legs wider apart as I go, it's my face into her sopping wet pussy, my mouth feeding on it, licking her, teasing her already tortured 'girly-dick' again, keeps her twisting, rocking and rolling her hips, trying to get away from me; but not happening yet girl!

Too soon for me though, it's back up, grabbing a leather boot, working it off as well as the boot stocking inside. Now the other leg, the boot off too. But standing there doing that, holding her leg like I was it's this thought as I look down at her, bare, beautiful legs, leather skirt bunched up exposing her naked lower belly, her sweet trimmed triangle of pubic hair, wet glistening, fat peach, a more beautiful mouth watering slut I could never imagine has my breath catching in my throat!

Quickly off with the other boot, she's right back up, wrapping her hands around my cock to gobble it into her mouth; revenge now Catherine? Her saliva wet and slick on my cock, she works her tight hands around the shaft, sliding them roughly up and down, the head, she's sucking on it like she's trying to pull it off --- sucking my cock like a whore and I love it.

Pushing her away as I fall down next to her, she already crawling on top of me, stretching out over the length of me she crushes her mouth hard onto mine, but not giving me a chance to return her hard kiss because, she's right back up, positioning her ass over my cock, reaching back between her legs to position it right where she wants it, where she drops her ass down hard onto me, her pussy swallowing all eight and half inches of my thick, fat cock all at once.

The look on her face as her ass, bottoms out onto me, the words spilling out of her mouth, "MY GOD.., I love your cock!" As she stares down at me to a sudden uncontrolled shiver induced twist of her shoulders. "You take my breath away," she says, leaning down getting her face right in mine. "An I hate you for it," she tells me, her lips just touching mine.

"But Catherine..., I love the way you hate me," saying it right back against hers.

"Fuck You!" I get back. Both of us laughing at her cursing me for the way I make her feel.

Sitting up, her fingers working at the buttons of her long sleeve cashmere sweater, comes off and tossed a side. Her lose bra slides down her arms to follow the sweater. Her hands going behind her working at the claps and zipper that held her leather skirt, now bunched on her hips, comes up over her head and disappears in the direction the previous garments went to.

Sitting on me like she is now with her arms up, hands, fingers running through her hair, she's the complete wet dream any man could ever hope to imagine sitting on top of him with his cock stuffed up inside her delicious pussy. Her perfect breast, with their tantalizing, hard raspberry tipped nipples, I pull her down to suck them into my mouth, lapping my tongue over them, making them even more stiff form the air cooling them. She leans closer, rubbing those gorgeous tits back and forth over my face, making me work at capturing those hard nipples with my mouth. Nipping them lightly with my teeth gets her pulling away but it's just far enough to break them free, before she's right back teasing them over my mouth again.

I love her sexy play.

But now, with her hands resting on my chest, she begins that hip rolling action, switching back and forth riding her pussy over my cock as she fucks me. She's that devil looking back at me, my hands lightly hold onto her hips, following their every move. I love the way she fucks me like this, watching the different and every changing expressions washing over her face as she pleasures herself on my dick. If there were ever a time I could have an out of body experience, it would be standing back from the bed watching her fuck like this. My out of body cock splattering cum all over both of us I'm sure.

She's killing me slowly and I'm not going to take it laying down!

Gripping her hips tightly stops her motion at the same time I'm up taking her onto her back, lifting and splitting her legs around my arms and shoulders it's my time to fuck the devil out of her.

Her arms up, hands holding onto the back of my neck as I bang into her first slowly, then harder and faster, the loud slap, slap, slap of two naked bodies meeting, she rocks her hips to meet me slamming into her where I have to force my mind somewhere else because I'm not ready to cum yet.

Stopping to break away from her, she screams, "NO! NO!, don't stop now!" She cries.

But I'm already off her, gripping her legs to flip her over, pulling her up onto her knees, where it's stuffing my cock right back into her gaped pussy. It's an easy target to hit as it goes all the way into her till my belly meets her ass, where the fucking her brains out thought starts up the, slap, slap slap of my belly meeting her ass fills the bedroom.

Tease me with that Neil, "Nancy," and that kinky talk of James and you rubbing his cum over your nipples. Jon, fucking you just this morning, slapping your ass smartly as his cum was already leaking out of your freshly fucked pussy; thoughts taking my revenge.

She screams, burying her face into a pillow, it's the pulsing of her pussy around my cock, forcing me to lose control where it's pumping spurt after spurt, my cum up inside her brings on those pussy fart sounds as it's squeezed out around her tightly stretched pussy clinging to my cock each time I pull back to push back into her.

My strength, sapping, orgasm, has me falling heavily onto her back, pushing her down into the bed, my full weight now piled on top of her.

The bedroom that was filled with the passionate sounds of a man and a women fucking each other senseless, it's now only the sound of their heavy breathing. "Oh..., My..., God...," Her words sounding almost painful. "You do it to me every time," she says, lifting and turning her head from the pillow

Lifting myself enough to take my weight of her, it's a kiss to her exposed face cheek. My movement though, letting my deflating cock slip out of her lose, cum lubricated pussy with her, "Oh nooo..., no...,not yet! OH My God, Oh, My, God.., Not.., Yet!" Her long drawn out lament.

Her protest, or disappointment I wonder?

"Sorry gorgeous," telling her as I'm rolling all the way off her onto my back to stare up at the ceiling ."You got it all..., again!" Where Catherine's weak effort only partially gets her on top of me, her head laying on my chest where it's just the sound of our breathing as minutes tick by without another sound from either of us.

"That's not my phone," saying out loud, already knowing it's Catherine's.

"Oh My God I bet it's..." As she climbs over top of me and off the bed heading into the bathroom. Where seconds later it's the sound of water running in the shower; only to be on a very short time before it's turned off. Where it's Catherine standing in the bathroom door with a bath towel she's using to rub between her legs.

"I keep asking you, where do you keep all that stuff?" She says, pulling the towel from between her legs. "It was running down the inside of my thighs before I even got to this door," she's telling me holding the towel in her hands now.

"It's a gift, I suppose..., brewing up extra when ever you're around," telling her.

"You are still..., so full if shit Swaggart," she saying to me, as she walks by the end of the bed, tossing the towel at me as she goes. Where I watch her walk down the hall with that easy natural sway of her hips, the beautiful globes of her ass moving in sync with them. Heart stopping beautiful and just the way I imagined she would look naked as my eyes followed her as she walked away down that concourse the day I first met her.

Off the bed now and into the bathroom and shower, the hot water flowing over my bowed head, neck and shoulders, hating the thought she has to leave again. When it's the shower door opening letting in some cooler air, then the feel of her body pressed up tight against mine.

Backing out from under the shower spray, turning around, wrapping my arms around her to a series of long hard kisses.

"Is everything alright," at last asking her.

"Yes," she replies, As she wipes the water from her face with her hands. "It was Maria," she tells me. "She was just worried because she hadn't heard from me since before I took Jon and our guest to the airport. I told her I stopped by a friends house and I kind of a..., got..., distracted; but I was fine," I told her.

"Distracted huh," laughing at her excuse.

"Go To Hell!" I get back.

Being distracted in the shower with her has always been lots of fun and right now it's no different as she tries to fend off my pinches and groping of her sweet, gorgeous body parts. Laughing, girlish giggles, chirps and squeals echoing around off the walls of the glass enclosure at last comes to a stop when I wrap her wet, slippery body in my arms is followed by another round of long hard kisses. Then it's turning off the water and out of the shower to begin the fun again with each of us trying to towel snap one another's butt.

"What have you got to eat in this place," she ask, stepping out of range of my arms and wet towel.

"Well I'm looking at the best thing in the house right now," telling her as I lean back against the vanity.

"I meant.., food.., Swaggart!" Her sharp reply, standing here in front of me, gorgeous naked body and wet tangled hair.

"Well, I think I can scrounge something up like..., there's some cinnamon raisin bread and some peanut butter and jelly around; my, sometimes before bed time snack," telling her. "Or we can order something delivered; but only if you answer the door naked like you are right now," teasing her.

"Well..., if that means I'm ordering something ery expensive, that you're paying for..., I just might." she comes right back as she's stepping into me.

"When do you have to be home," asking. getting serious now, at the same time wrapping her up in my arms.

"Late would be fine," her reply, followed by more long hard kisses.

"I like the sound of late," telling her on breaking from another kiss. "Now I'll go see what I can scrounge, while you're finishing in here," telling her as I pull myself away from her. Where it's out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, noticing as I go, her clothes scattered on and off the bed.

But when entering the kitchen I also spot her sexy hipster pantys' laying on the floor where I left them as well a my sweat pants and tee shirt too. Putting my clothes back on its picking up her pantys' and laying them on the island top, where it's back to foraging through the kitchen cabinets for things to eat --- the PB&J looks like the most promising thing we'll have tonight after all.

Laying out the bread, jars of PB & Jelly, it's fixing a fresh pot of coffee, all completed in time to see her coming into the kitchen wearing the flannel shirt I wore today to this thought, I could spread some peanut better on her gorgeous tits and pussy and have dinner and dessert all in one delicious package.

But the thought is broken with her, "You weren't kidding were you," she says, at seeing what's on the island top.

Glancing back over my shoulder from pouring coffee into the cups in front of me, "Eating the crotch out of your pantys' Catherine, is my snack, the PB & J is for you," telling her. To a loud scream of laughter from her.

Turning back to finish what I was doing is interrupted by Catherine coming to stand behind me with her, "How about if I fill them with me first," she says. Which has me almost spilling the coffee at hearing that has both of us laughing.

"Seriously Catherine," asking, now that we're sitting at the island. "Do you really have to go home?"

"Yes Bobby, I do" she replies. "I have to be in the office earlier then usual because Sarah is leaving for Atlanta, a business trip, it's..., ah, her turn to do the business traveling. An this trip is very important, plus she's very excited for another reason --- an old friend is there..., he..., ah lives and works there too. There's..., ah..., bit of a story behind that." Catherine telling me as she's making up a sandwich for both of us.

"The way you said that about Sarah..., I can assume..., a boy friend; Catherine?" More stating it than asking it.

"Yes," Catherine replies, sliding the sandwich plate over to me. "She ah...,"

"She ah," what Catherine, asking her after she suddenly halted what ever she was going to say.

"I ah..., met, know..., a man like him," Catherine says. "But with me, it didn't go as far as it has with Sarah with her friend. Although with me, it did go pretty far before I stopped it before..., ah..., it went, that far!" She says.

"I remember you saying something like that Catherine, on one of our long phone calls when you were on that two week business trip."

"You have a good memory, Swaggart!" Her reply.

"I'm a good listener, Catherine..., if you want to talk about it?" Telling her.

"How about I tell you about Sarah first..., so you know before you ask about me and what happened with me; okay?" She ask.

"Catherine...," pausing to think first, before regretting later. "I'm pretty sure I know already where it will go, because I already know where I've been with what I think I'm going to here." Telling her. "So after I hear from you about Sarah, then you..., I'll tell you about Sally; okay?"

"SALLY!" Catherine blurts out, her eyes boring into mine.

"Yes Catherine..., Sally."

"With her it was with one of my closest friends, Catherine. An yes, he and I are still very close friends, who saved each others life, as well as the lives of twelve other Marines one day on what was just us passing through this dusty village only he could properly pronounce it's name --- so, how's Sarah?"