Taken By The Wind Ch. 16

"Karen looks good," Courtney commented.

Rob smiled at her knowingly. "I think she missed you more than anyone."

"Hey..." Courtney said, "you had better missed me more than her!"

He laughed at her and rolled her over onto her stomach. "Let me show you how much I missed you," he told her.

Courtney giggled and opened her legs for him as he settled in behind her. He guided the helm of his cock to her entrance as she remained flat on her stomach. His flared helm passed through her opening and his rigid member slid inside once more. He settled on top of her and ran his hands up along her arms. His lips pressed against the nape of her neck and he inhaled her scent, the scent of a young woman that brought forth so many wonderful memories.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked with his mouth practically pressed to her ear.

Courtney shuddered at the tone. The voice heard so often over the phone guiding her to release. The voice heard in her dreams before she woke sweating and soaked between her legs.

"Remember that first night we were at the cabin?" she asked him.

"I think so," he replied.

"I told you to not stop until you came," she said. "No matter how many times I did."

Rob kissed her shoulder gently. "Yes," he replied. "I remember. You passed out."

"Just for a second," Courtney protested.

"Is that what you want?" Rob asked. His protectiveness came out in his uncertain tone.

"I just want to cum again and again," she told him, "without you stopping. We know I'll be okay if I do pass out. Besides, I doubt you'll last that long."

"Oh really?" he asked, letting her goad his competitive side.

"Yeah," Courtney said. "You've gotten soft since I've been gone. I hope you haven't been fucking Karen like this, she deserves better."

She was goading him and Rob knew it. The thing was... it worked.

"Hmm," he said. "Maybe that's just because I've been going easy on you."

"Then go hard," she replied in a husky tone.

Rob needed no further encouragement. He gripped Courtney's hips and pulled her up off the mattress so that she was up on all fours. Courtney's heart beat a little more quickly from that simple action because of what it foretold. Rob eased his cock out until just the head was perched up against the opening, the lips of Courtney's sex gripping just the tip of his helm, before slamming it back in with a violent tensing of his buttocks.

"Hoah," Courtney cried. Rob's hips collided harshly against her ass as he buried himself balls deep in one savage motion. The springy muscle of Courtney's buttocks let Rob rebound and he drew back again until he was once more perched on the outermost edge of her channel. He betrayed his intention by tensing his hold around her hips and this time Courtney was prepared for the explosive motions that jammed his full length inside of her.

"Ahn," she moaned.

Again he wound up and again he slammed his gleaming rod up into the furthest recesses of her channel.

"Gah!" Courtney cried.

Again and again he drew out and rammed himself back inside of her. He was barely breathing hard while Courtney was panting. It was the anticipation of the thrusts as much as the thrusts themselves. Those moments when he was drawing out were spent with her wondering just when the next teeth-rattling plunge was going to take place. He caressed her sides, he squeezed her breasts, and he tried to make her let her guard down before he would again ram himself inside of her.

And she fell for it every time.

Rob tugged on the nipples that capped off her hanging breasts and then palmed them. Courtney might have realized what he was doing if her head was not already foggy with lust. His grip tightened around the firm swells and he used them as leverage to deliver the first hard stroke that heralded the end of his game playing. Courtney cried out as his hips collided with her ass hard enough to make her reel forward, and came when his hand left her breast to deliver a firm spank to her right buttock.

"Oh fuck!" Courtney bellowed. As she had requested Rob did not stop. He drew his shaft out from her rhythmically squeezing sex. He perched his helm against the cusp of her drooling opening. And he slammed his rigid manhood back inside of her as her world was crumbling into a void of orgasmic bliss. Then he did it again, and again. Moving ever faster until he was forced to abandon his hold on her breasts in favor of the less cumbersome handhold of her shoulders to take her harder.

"Rob!" Courtney practically screamed. A second crest following the first crashed over her. The only reason her upper body did not fall flat to the mattress was because Rob did not let her. He held her up by the shoulders and continued to ram into her with everything he had. The bed shook and creaked in protest of the motions above it. Courtney's breasts shook, swayed, and collided against each other as they hung beneath her form while Rob's hips hammered against her ass brutally.

Courtney's second crest did not seem to end before the third impacted her. Her arms gave out completely and Rob shoved her upper body down against the mattress. Courtney's breasts squashed against the mattress and peeked out from either side of her narrow back as she reached forward to grasp the spokes of the headboard. Rob brought his hands to her hips and redoubled his efforts. He went up on one knee, and placed his right foot flat against the mattress as he leveraged his thrusts.

Long, deep, hard strokes shook her body and dislodged a series of violent orgasms from within Courtney. Once she got started they just seemed to flow through her. She never truly came down from that second crest, but instead remained elevated. It was bit like how birds use air currents to stay aloft rather than flapping their wings. She was gliding on the currents of bliss, and moved from peak to peak with ease.

Courtney's moans lost any semblance of controlled orations. They were loud, blissful sounds made by a young woman who was growing ever closer to her limit. Rob was growing exhausted, but he fought against the burn of his muscles. Courtney had learned with Rob that she was capable, even built, to experience deeper, longer, and more frequent orgasms just so long as she did not psych herself out. She found that when she began to feel the first contraction of an orgasm she could keep pumping the muscles of her pelvic floor to urge it onward. The little spark would become a flame and then...

"Oh God!" Courtney cried blissfully into the pillow. Her legs shook and her body trembled as she entered the pleasurable realm beyond reason. She felt her legs begin to wobble and Rob shoved her down so that she was lying flat on the mattress. His knees went behind hers and he planted his hands on either side of her head as he continued to thrust into her. Courtney was in a daze now, but was aware of Rob breathing heavily behind her and knew he was not far from his own climax.

Rob's hand went beneath her, and found her erect clit. She was starting to get numbed to the constant stimulation of her G-spot and needed something different to trigger the next climax. Teasing her nipples probably could have worked, spanking her was an option as well, but nothing was more effective than rolling that little bud around with the end of his finger. Courtney's hips lurched back up against him, and he felt a flow of her nectar flow down his swollen balls as it was discharged from her convulsing cunt.

Now that he had had something of a break Rob was able to start hammering into her again. He wound his hand around her hair and pressed it flat against the back of her head. Courtney's cries of orgasmic bliss were muffled by the pillow in which she had buried her face, and a series of very intense, though short peaks traveled through her. These gave way to longer, stirring orgasms that made her grow quiet and writhe against him before exhaling explosively.

Courtney's hot sex was convulsing constantly at this point, and her entire body shuddered along with it. Normally he would have stopped now to give her a break, but she had told him not to. Indeed, even as he attempted to cheat and ease up she groaned in protest and pushed back against him to spur him on.

"Fuck me," she demanded hoarsely.

After that Rob needed no further encouragement. He pummeled her pussy with his cock as he rested on his forearms behind her. Her muffled screams told him everything he needed to know about whether or not she was enjoying what he was doing to her, as if her constant writhing and shaking were not enough evidence of her orgasmic bliss. It was as though her every nerve ending were firing off at the same time, and the gentlest touch triggered ripples of pleasure to surge through her.

The headboard shook, the bedsprings squealed, and his body slapped against hers as he bucked into her with a mad energy. His lust had taken over now, he needed to cum and he could hold out no longer. He took her selfishly, he took her harshly, and she came harder than she ever had before. Rob went up on his hands, bracing one on either side of the pillow Courtney was using to muffle her orgasmic cries, and worked his aching body above hers.

Sweat beaded his brow and gleamed on his chest as he took her with everything he was capable of giving. There was no more left, no more intensity he was able to deliver, and no greater love and lust he was able to experience. This was the epitome of carnality and tenderness. It filled him, the sensation of his love, it expanded inside of him until its vessel could no longer contain it. Rob was outside of his body now, and his control was wrenched from him entirely.

The first explosion of his orgasm ran up his spine before he had even begun to ejaculate. He sank his cock into Courtney in a jarring motion, and she felt his shaft expand inside of her. Rob groaned gutturally above her, and the first surge of his seed was at last expelled inside of her. Courtney's heart was rattling around her ribcage, her breathing was shallow, and her brain was floating in a stew of ecstasy. A bright light filled her consciousness as she felt the first streamer of his seed splatter against her cervix, and then she felt no more.

Rob's arms grew weak and he lowered himself onto Courtney as he continued thrusting spastically against her. His bulk forced her against the mattress as he continued to pump his seed into her. Rob's cock pulsed within her as his limbs shook and his slick chest slid against her sweaty back in his orgasmic writhing. He regained control of his hips and he ground himself against her as his erection began to soften inside of her. Then his strength left him entirely and he simply slumped over her.

They lay in a heap of sweat and flesh and Rob laughed breathlessly.

"Well," he said. "How was that for a welcome home?"

Courtney remained still beneath him.

"Courtney?" he asked softly.

Courtney groaned groggily as she began to return to the real world. One moment she was experiencing the greatest orgasm she had had in her life, and the next Rob was shaking her shoulder. She smiled tiredly as she realized what had happened. She felt drunk on pleasure, and her body felt extremely heavy. She felt Rob slide out from her and moaned in protest weakly as he turned her over onto her back. She felt his seed trailing from her and continued to smile dopily as he caressed her tenderly.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

Courtney exhaled shakily. "That... was... awesome."

Rob laughed softly and hugged her against him. She giggled as he kissed along her neck playfully and nibbled on her earlobe.

"Who's soft now?" he asked her.

"You actually," Courtney countered as his cock wilted within her.

"Very funny," he said.

"Well," she said. "You'll have to do better than that to get rid of my wit."

Courtney rolled onto her side so that she was facing him. She ran her hand along the side of his face and looked at him through half closed eyes. Rob drew her closer and she pressed her forehead against his collarbone.

***

Rob awoke with Courtney still in his arms. She was sleeping heavily and he allowed himself the rare luxury of watching her peaceful slumber, now recognizing its significance. He ran his hand gently along the side of her face from temple to chin to carefully draw her hair out of it. Courtney stirred and Rob grew still until she had settled back into her sleep. He ached with the happiness her return brought and though he desired her then he decided to leave her sleep. They had all the time in the world to make up for the time they had spent apart.

Rob carefully slid out of bed and was nearly drawn back in by Courtney's unconscious moan of unhappiness as her snuggle partner was suddenly taken away from her. It did not trouble her unduly and she settled once more. Rob left their room and grabbed his phone from the kitchen table. He scrolled through his messages and cursed under his breath. One of his classmates who had been helping them over the summer with their new venture had dropped out. The message was to apologize for leaving the rest of the group in such a difficult position.

Rob had also received a flurry of text messages and e-mails from the rest of the crew who were panicking. He was project leader, and they needed some reassurance that the entire thing was not going to fall apart. He went to his laptop and wrote an e-mail organizing a meeting for that evening. Unfortunately that meant that he was going to be at school late on Courtney's first day back. Rob grimaced unhappily but attached all the necessary contacts to the e-mail before sending it.

Deciding he was going to need it, Rob went to the coffee maker and got a pot brewing. He looked at the clock and realized that his body had become conditioned to waking up about a half hour earlier than he really needed to be. As he went to adjust the tumescent member in his boxer shorts he understood why. The reason was sleeping in the 'guest' room, or more accurately Karen's room. However, he had not actually considered it that for nearly two months now.

Rob realized with some regret what he and Courtney had done the previous evening. They had celebrated her return privately and did essentially nothing to include the person who probably missed her just as much as Rob had. Karen had just faded into the ether after dinner, and Rob could just imagine what sort of things she was thinking. She might have wondered if it had all been temporary. If perhaps she had just been some sort of disposable distraction for his entertainment for him until his 'real' girlfriend returned.

Rob sighed to himself and rubbed his temples tiredly. This was precisely the sort of predicament he had considered himself being in should he go through with Courtney's scheme. He went to the cupboard and pulled out Winston's dog food. He filled the little dish the pug ate from and placed it on the floor. He went to the living room where Winston usually slept but he was not there. Realizing where he must be, Rob went to the guest room. He opened the door and sure enough the prized creature was curled up against Karen's side.

Winston looked up as Rob entered.

"Breakfast," he said softly.

The dog's ears perked up either from the tone or because he understood the word. He hopped out of the bed and made a beeline for his food dish in the kitchen so Rob was fairly sure it was the latter. His attention turned to Karen, who was sound asleep and lying flat on her stomach. The blankets were in disarray, and Rob got the impression that she had not slept very well. She was making audible sounds as she inhaled that were not far from snores but cuter and more feminine.

Karen's right leg was peeking out from beneath the comforter, and Rob ran the tips of his fingers along the sole of her foot and upward to her calf. She stirred as he lightly traced the shape of her calf muscle with the ends of his fingers before continuing upward. He caressed the back of her knee, and turned his hand inward as he pushed up beneath the comforter. It dragged up with his hand and exposed more of the thigh he was running his hand along.

The warmth beneath the comforter was great, and all came from the petite form laying beneath it. The form which had been pressed against him nearly every morning for the past two months. Rob felt his tumescent member stirring within his boxers as his hand continued upward and came to the union of Karen's leg and torso. Karen was a much heavier sleeper than Courtney naturally, though that had changed after the events of a year earlier. However, she had returned to her more peaceful sleep habits since she and Rob had grown intimate in their relationship.

Rob turned his hand inward, and pressed two fingers against the gusset of Karen's already damp panties. Had she been dreaming? Rob wondered. He slid his middle finger along the groove formed by the lips of her pussy and Karen groaned sleepily. Rob was fully erect now and his boxers were tented dramatically by the protuberance. He climbed onto the bed and kissed the back of Karen's shoulder as he continued to rub her pussy rhythmically through her panties.

"Karen," he said softly.

Karen groaned and pushed her ass back against his hand. Still asleep but growing increasingly aroused, her nectar began to flow into the soft cotton material covering her sex. Rob pushed it aside and used his knee to push her legs further apart. He dipped his fingers into her channel, and Karen groaned again but this time there was a lot less sleepiness to the sound. His fingers slid deep inside, and her pussy gripped them greedily as he wiggled them inside of her.

"Karen," Rob said. "Time to wake up."

"No," she said groggily. "My turn..." she protested in a state between sleep and wakefulness.

"Your turn to what?" he asked her. Karen had a tendency to talk in her sleep when encouraged. She said some downright hilarious and bizarre things sometimes.

"Don't take him..." she said with some distress.

Rob realized then how much the previous evenings events had troubled Karen.

"I'm right here Karen," he told her.

"Don't you still want..." Karen murmured, her words muddled but the meaning clear. She was still asleep, but Rob knew that these concerns were more than dreamlike imaginings.

"Of course I want you," he told her.

"Second, always..." Karen mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Rob asked.

"Waffles," she replied in a soft voice. Rob realized she had woken up now, she did not know how she talked in her sleep and he could always tell when she was faking.

Second? Rob wondered to himself as Karen's voice grew clearer. What did she mean by that?

"What about waffles?" he asked her gamely.

"Chasing..." Karen replied in the same soft tone that she assumed she used when sleeping.

Rob began to move his fingers inside her once more and she hummed happily. Then her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Rob groggily for a moment.

"Good morning," Karen said with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Was I talking again?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Nothing embarrassing?" she asked with a sleepy grin to mask the unsettled feeling with which she had awakened.

Something passed behind Rob's eyes but he shook his head. "Something about waffles."

Karen hummed and arched her back to push up against his squirming digits. Rob turned his hand and pressed the pads against the anterior wall of her channel.

"I must be hungry," she replied distractedly as his fingers searched for her G-spot.

"For what?" Rob asked with a sly grin.

Karen gasped as his success proved fruitful. "Same thing as Courtney last night I suspect."

Rob continued to move his fingers rhythmically against her G-spot, and applied more pressure to it.

"You were listening?" he asked.