Sam's Slut Weekend: Saturday Night

Then he gripped a handful of hair and tugged roughly, just as he pushed into me with another sharp, deep thrust.

I gasped and arched up towards him, my thighs clamping down around his waist.

He just smirked and moaned, his lips sliding down my neck as he kissed and sucked on my skin there.

"God, I love making you cum, Sam," he growled into my ear, nibbling on it. "I want to feel it again."

"Fuuuck," I groaned, arching under him, my toes curling.

He groaned, then pulled back suddenly, and all the way out of me.

"Please..." I begged, already moving to pull him back onto me.

"Don't worry, I'm not stopping," Chris smirked, winking at me as he pushed my legs up and then to the side. "Get on all fours."

Despite his command, I hardly had to move at all. He flipped me onto my stomach and then dragged me up to my knees by my hips. Then he pushed back into me right away with a groan, thrusting hard as he pulled me back onto him.

"Oh god!" I yelled, feeling how deep Chris' cock went as he resumed fucking me, hard and fast.

He kept going, fucking me from behind with unrelenting force. His balls slapped against me near my clit, and it was almost enough to make me cum again without touching.

"That feels so fucking good!" I moaned, looking back over my shoulder and pushing back on his cock, meeting his thrusts.

Chris groaned, letting me do the work, squeezing and slapping my ass as I rode his cock.

I smiled back and moaned, gradually picking up speed until my ass bounced on him. I reached down to rub my clit again, and soon I was moaning and cursing through another orgasm.

"Fuuuck!" Chris grunted, slamming into me and shooting a second load of cum into my pussy as I clenched on his cock.

"That's such a hot view," Chris moaned as we both calmed down. He squeezed and slapped my ass again once my bouncing had mostly stopped. "I need a video of your ass bouncing on my cock like that, Sam."

I laughed and blushed, remembering the video he already had of me bent over just like this, with his cum leaking out of my pussy. "I don't think I'm in any state to say no. If only you'd asked..." I teased.

Chris groaned, bumping my ass again with his hips to make it jiggle. "Fuck, lesson learned."

I laughed and moaned as he gradually resumed thrusting, building back up to a hard, fast tempo.

"Ohh, god!" I moaned, once again getting wrapped up in the amazing feeling of his cock stretching me, filling me deeply. I continued rubbing my clit, reaching back to tease his balls as they slapped against my pussy.

"That feels so good," Chris said, sucking in a breath between his teeth as he fucked me. "I've been wanting you so much, Sam!"

I clenched around him in response, unable to hide how it turned me on to hear him admit to wanting me like that. I couldn't help it; having Chris' attention felt good. Especially hearing that he'd been thinking about me, while there was probably a line of girls vying for his attention and for his big cock.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, as if reading my mind.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I teased, barely getting my sentence out before he punished me with a sudden, hard thrust. "Fuck!"

Chris laughed at my exclamation, continuing the harder thrusts. "Sure about that?"

Rather than answering, I just leaned forward, moaning and rubbing my clit as he brought me closer to climax once again.

"You feel so good squeezing around my cock," Chris moaned, his hands squeezing and caressing my ass and hips.

His touch caused my skin to tingle. Then he pulled my ass cheeks apart, his thumb sliding between them and rubbing over my puckered hole.

"Oh god!" I moaned, clenching again as soon as I felt it.

Chris pulled back out of me again, causing me to cry out in protest. But those cries quickly turned into moans as I felt him spreading my ass again and swirling his tongue around on me there.

"Ohhh fuck!" I yelled, pushing back on his mouth, instinctively.

Chris moaned and squeezed my ass, pulling me onto him harder as he pressed his tongue in and around my hole.

Then he started up a thrusting motion, and I lost it, moaning and thrusting with him, feeling his tongue pressing in and nearly breaching my asshole. I could feel wetness seeping out of my pussy as I rubbed my clit faster, moaning uncontrollably until I was cumming hard with his tongue on me again.

Chris waited until I started to cum before he pulled back with a groan, quickly straightening up and thrusting back into me, fucking me through my orgasm as I clenched around his cock again.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Sam!" he yelled, and kept thrusting hard and fast, extending my pleasure.

"Oh, my god!" I moaned, my fingers flying over my clit as he continued to fuck me hard and fast. "Chrisss!"

"Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, I'm cumming!" he cursed, groaning and suddenly shooting a third load of cum into me.

Feeling his hot cum shooting into me triggered me again, too. It made me feel powerful, to make him cum like that. Especially knowing how much power he seemed to have over me, too.

Still rubbing my clit, I clenched and came again on his cock, squeezing everything out of him as I pushed back on his cock once again.

"God damn!" Chris cursed, giving me one more hard thrust before slowing down to regroup.

"Mmm," I moaned, laying down to rest my face down on the bed, my ass still up in the air and pressing onto Chris as his still-hard cock continued to throb inside me. "Not getting tired, are you?" I teased, looking over my shoulder at him.

He laughed, bumping me forward with another thrust and a slap on my ass. "Maybe a little. But I'm not stopping until I feel you gushing on my cock again."

I felt another tingle as soon as he said that, but bit my lip to hold back my reaction. "But I just changed my sheets," I joked.

Chris laughed, but then pulled back. "Good point. Maybe we should lay a towel down first."

He offered to grab one, so I directed him to the hallway closet and then moved aside as he draped one of my biggest, thickest bath towels over the middle of the bed. Then he smirked and patted his hand on the towel, indicating for me to lie down.

I smiled and blushed, moving into place. "Are you sure you don't want a rest? I could get on top instead," I offered.

Chris just shook his head, guiding me back into position on my back. "Nah, I'm good."

I had to admit to myself how much of a turn on his stamina was, as he moved back between my legs, only a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead even after all the hard fucking he'd already accomplished.

"I loved hearing you moaning my name like that," Chris said, leaning in close until our lips were only centimeters apart.

"Yeah, I gathered that," I teased, smirking, but not pulling back.

He smiled back and then leaned in the rest of the way, brushing his lips over mine in a soft kiss.

I felt another tingle between my legs as he kissed me. And then again. As we kept kissing, I slid my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and behind his head again, pulling him deeper as he moved over me and pulled my legs back around his waist. I moaned and clenched as he slid his still-hard length along my slit once again. Then I teased his tongue into my mouth and sucked on it as he sank back into me with a groan.

"Fuck," Chris gasped, finally pulling back from the kiss to hold himself up over me, thrusting in deep. "I can't get enough of feeling you squeezing around my cock like this."

I moaned, my face contorted in pleasure as I looked into his eyes while he moved inside me.

He held my hip, moving around a bit and thrusting at different angles, stretching me more. I felt him vying for the right angle to make his head rub against my g spot, building me back up and trying to make me squirt on his cock, like he'd done the last time we were together.

Then he reached down, pressing his fingers onto my clit and rubbing as he fought to grind his cock against the same spot inside me.

"Oh, yes!" I yelled, feeling the familiar pressure building up again quickly as he kept grinding.

"That's it. Soak my cock again, Sam. I need to feel it again. I've jerked off so many times remembering how it felt to make you squirt like that. And watching the video of my cum dripping out of you. I think about it all the time."

Chris' words made me moan louder, and I pressed my hips up, encouraging him to rub my clit faster.

Then he slid his other hand under my back, gripping a handful of my hair and yanking it back once again, causing my back to arch, my breasts pressing into his chest. He buried his face in my neck, kissing, sucking, and biting me there as he continued thrusting and grinding into me. At that angle, I felt his cock rubbing against just the right spot inside me every time he moved.

"Oh fuck, right there!" I moaned. "That's it, don't stop!"

Chris growled into my ear, pushing harder on my clit. "Cum hard for me, Sam!"

I felt the pressure building up once again, my thighs shaking as I kept grinding on his fingers and cock.

Chris seemed to study my every move and expression, kissing my neck and rubbing my clit faster as he fucked me, guiding me closer to a big release.

"Oh god!" I gasped, when I could tell I was close.

I pressed back on his chest until he was holding himself up over me again.

"Right there... faster..." I panted, squeezing his arm to hold him in place.

"Like that?" Chris asked to verify as he continued fucking me at an angle, his cock rubbing inside me, up against my g spot.

"Yes! Fuck, just like that!" I moaned.

I gripped two fistfuls of the bed sheets and arched my head back as Chris kept up the fast, shallow thrusting, his eyes poring over me.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" I warned as I felt it building up, the pressure feeling like a geyser waiting to erupt.

Chris bit his lip, a look of pure determination on his face as he flexed his hips and kept thrusting against my spot, faster.

Then I felt it, and let go. "Right there! Now!" I shouted, moaning and pushing back on Chris' chest again until he pulled out just as a fountain of liquid gushed out of my pussy.

I watched as his eyes flashed with surprise and then gleamed with pride as I writhed and gushed on his cock.

Chris groaned and leaned over me, kissing me deeply as I continued panting and moaning. Then he sank into me for a few more deep thrusts before emptying another load of cum deep inside me.

"Fuck!" he cursed, flopping over beside me once he'd finished cumming.

I laughed and moaned, leaning up to inspect all the wetness between my legs. Luckily, most of it had landed on the towel. I knew I should get up and start cleaning up the mess, but I let myself flop back down instead, resting and luxuriating in the moment.

"Hope that makes up for the douchebag that left without making you cum," Chris said.

"Yeah, I'd say it does," I laughed. "And then some."

"Good," he smiled, slapping my thigh playfully.

"I would say that it's even making me regret not taking you up on your offer last night, but it seems like getting you all riled up like that was part of the fun," I teased.

Chris laughed. "Well, you definitely got me riled up. And I think I've discovered a new favorite hobby."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked, turning my head to look at him, smiling.

"Yeah," he smiled back. "Making you mess up your clean sheets."

I laughed and squirmed around a little, feeling the wetness under me. "The towel was definitely a good idea."

"I hope you have a durable mattress cover."

"I hope so, too."

"A worthy investment."

I kept laughing, feeling giddy from all the orgasms.

Neither of us made any move to get up as we kept talking and laughing together.