Reunion

2. Long-lost Flings

When Elliot got back to his hometown, he realized how much he’d left behind.

He didn’t think what when Kate screamed “Ohhhfuck!” and made it sound like one word.

Elliot let out a noise of pleasure too, but his was a small grunt.

Not that it hadn’t before, but this felt too perfect for words. Kate was on all-fours and he was on his knees behind her, his penis arguing with her vagina. It wanted him in there, but it was gripping him so hard it seemed her vagina would’ve preferred a smaller version of him, or at least a narrower one. Generally Elliot used what he’d call a few different positions during sex, but he’d only used two or three with Kate – he wasn’t sure how many. What he was sure about was how he wouldn’t be able to withstand much more of it, so he did all he could to think about things that weren’t sex.

Elliot couldn’t bear it – she was driving herself back against him, humping, begging him to come, doing the same thing he was to her and hard. They moaned together while he bent over more, cupping her breasts (or trying to – they were bigger than he could completely cover) and playing with her nipples however it seemed he should. She moaned at whatever he did, oozing pleasure out of herself, her back as hot and sweaty as her vagina was hot, wet and so tight on him the floods of vaginal fluid already there almost didn’t feel like enough,

“Baby I’m gonna come,” Kate said, her moans becoming surprisingly more urgent just before she spoke. At least I did something right, he thought.

“Oh thank God,” he said, sliding mostly-out and then into Kate again almost twice a second, thinking Fuck I’m close.

“What? Doesn’t this feel good for you?” she asked.

He said “of course it does” while wondering why he kept having sex with girls who were so uncomfortable with their bodies.

Kate’s vagina started squeezing him and the rest of her body did the same. He could swear he felt her cervix poking at him cock a few times. Kate tried to grind back against him a lot like it did, then stopped, seizing up.

“AH! Ah!” Kate yelled. She didn’t make noise a lot, but it was great when she did, and after a while she started getting louder. He wanted to remember everything she screamed at him – like “Fuck me!” and “Oh!” – but forgot it soon.

What he did remember was when she said “Come on me!” between yelps.

“Okay,” he said, bending back up into the doggy style they’d been in. Being that close to Kate was pushing him toward orgasm so quickly he had to get out or he’d completely lose control of himself. He moved his hands from her breasts to her waist, with curves in it so perfect it annoyed him. She was panting now, orgasm subsiding, though she still yelped when he pushed in, and pushed back against him, but slowly.

“What’s takin you so long, honey?” Kate asked, sounding worn-out enough to make him feel proud. She sounded a little hungry, too, which teased Elliot as much as her body in front of him, his to do with whatever he pleased. I could splash my cum in her pussy and she’d probably like it, he thought.

“I tried to hold out. If I were religious I would’ve prayed to. But it worked,” he said, slowing and pulling her back into him softly in time to feel pre-ejaculant slip out of him.

He sped up suddenly, humping hard and jerking her back so it was even harder.

Then Elliot pulled out, and before he could help Kate move she flipped around.

They were at her house, in her bedroom, now next to her bed. He’d been on the bed, but when he pulled out he got off, standing aside it. She sat on the edge and pulled him close to her by his waist.

His cock poked her lips as if trying to get between them, and she kissed it about when he grabbed it. He wanted to blast her chest, repaint her tits, one hand doing nothing and one hand jerking over his cock, so slippery with Kate’s love essence he went very quickly very easily, making a slipping noise while he did, groaning with desperation in his voice. Kate put her hands on him too, redirecting him so he was aiming at her face.

“You should close your eyes baby – uh...” he groaned, loudly. He meant to say it earlier but forgot. Something about her holding his balls and the base of his cock as well as her pendulous tits squishing together between her arms, creating a dark line, a cavern of cleavage, that begged him to make it white – and sloppy and hot, though Elliot wasn’t sure why it’d want that.

Like the last orgasm he’d had, with Alice, a pre-emptive jet of cum leaked from him, somehow reminding Kate of some kind of warning that an atom bomb was about to hit them.

That sent a secret message to Kate’s eyelids, which hurriedly squeezed shut about 1/2 a second before he grunted, and 1/4 second before one of the biggest cum spurts he could ever remember leaving him slapped Kate’s mouth between her bottom lip and her chin. He’d been hoping it’d hit her forehead so he’d have the glory of watching it sluice down her face, but oh well – Didn’t know where it’d go, he thought, almost not in too much pleasure to think.

The cum slipped down and formed a ridiculously long-looking string between her chin and her upper chest, then halted nearly to a stop once it’d slipped down her chest a little, making a mad dash for her cleavage and failing.

He looked to Kate’s face and realized he’d missed another squirt, one that hit her at the top of her forehead where he’d been hoping to hit before.

Thinking about the second shot and trying to remember when he’d felt it leave made Elliot miss his third, which he noticed when it hit her left cheek and streaked like a viscous rocket to her ear. Her eyes were open.

He thought Don’t open them now! just in time to see his white geyser, placed as sloppily as the first few. He hit her mouth, the cum jet flying straight in – she’d opened it a little. She closed her mouth and swallowed, and while she did another hit, just under her nose. It streaked to the left a little and then more or less halted, part of it hanging off her chin with his opening mega-shot and part of it looking dead above her lips.

But I kept coming, he thought later. Before he could appreciate how she looked with his cum on her another jet left him, and he now noticed it’d been thinning subtly. He hit her left eye where it met her nose. Kate’s eye shut and stayed closed. He shot a few more times.

After that he was pretty much done shooting, and let go. She took over, doing her best to milk the rest out. He saw a little bead drip out, leaving easily but then elongating into a thin string. She was sliding her hand over him like she was beating him off, and the little cum string bounced around. It looked so dumb Elliot grinned, then moaned again.

“Oh my God,” he said, a grunt, watching her smile at the string dangling in front of her. It hit her thigh and started moving around. She got another bead out, but this time put her open mouth under his cock and conformed her tongue to the contours of his cock so it leaked directly onto her.

He’d later hate himself for being so turned-on by something so stupid, but at the time, when they milked the rest of his load into her mouth, it was amazing.

“Thank you,” she said, sweeping her tongue over her upper lip. He loved how most of his seed there left with her tongue but some stayed.

“You liked that?”

“I almost came again from it, you sod,” she said, with a laugh. “That was great.”

“Even how sloppy it was? I mean, it’s gonna be messy to clean it up.”

“I think I’m gonna like that as much as I liked you coming on me,” she said. “Did you not like it? I won’t do it again if–”

“Shut up, Kate,” he said, and the cum-covered beauty laughed. Something about how she looked like something’d exploded on her seemed to contradict that. “I keep asking cuz it seems too good for...me you’d like me to come on you.”

“Why?”

“Cuz I like it. Normally when I pull out and spray somebody it offends them, or at least that’s how I remember it.”

“You poor baby,” Kate said, sweetly, holding his penis by the bottom and kissing its purplish/pinkish red head. Did Alice do that? he wondered. If she had, it was very different from how Kate did it. After a few kisses, she let go of his balls and penis, looked up at him lovingly and wiped some of his come off her thigh, then licked her hand clean.

Completely empty, with a flaccid penis, Elliot watched and became hard again while she wiped his seed off her forehead, looking up at Elliot while he sat next to her, both of them naked.

Elliot ignored his penis and kept watching. She pivoted to face him bodily and kept working, cleaning her ear off.

“Uh...I could try to jerk you off if you want,” she said, then licked her hand clean.

“No thanks, I just wanna watch.”

“Could...could you help with my ear? I don’t know if you like your own stuff, but–”

“I’ll help, but I’m not into that,” he said, getting closer to her side.

“You don’t have to,” she said, and he cursed himself for letting his reluctance come through in the tone of his voice so clearly.

“Shut up, Kate,” he said, licking his cum off her ear. He’d forgotten how much like eggs it tasted, then got mad at himself for not thinking “Cum is eggs!” After that he kissed her earlobe and slid his tongue over it, earning a teeny moan.

About to get sick from tasting his own stuff, when Elliot was just outside of the range he thought she’d make him get within, she kissed him. While he thought about how scientifically thought-out what they were doing was, she raked her tongue against his, cleaning him off himself. It left an aftertaste he hated, but at least he didn’t have the yolk stuff in his mouth anymore. She tasted a lot more cummy than he thought she would. I love watching this, he thought, but I hope I don’t hafta taste that anymore.

After that Kate wiped his cum off her chest, looking at him and his penis. He was trying to figure out whether he was enjoying watching her clean up when she said “Wanna go again?”

“Not really. I’m kinda tired.”

“Really? Your...thing’s sorta...thumping.”

He looked – it was. “Yeah. I’m out of energy though.”

She looked mad at herself. “I am too. Sorry, honey.”

“You’re tired too?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’d you apologize?”

“I just...feel like I should do more. You made me come a coupla times but you only had one orgasm.”

After a short silence, he said, “That’s not what’s bothering you.”

“Well...we should’ve done this about three years ago.”