Incest/Taboo Stepfather's Early Xmas Present

"Oh, I forgot to say. The girls are sharing a taxi, but I thought I would stay and grab a free breakfast with you in the morning. How about it? Sleepover?"

Steve thinks he is dreaming. The sadness he had felt minutes before, the feeling of loss, is obliterated. Replaced with a nervousness, a fear, but with it an excitement. He sobers up in milli-seconds.

"Er, yeah. Of course. Er. Yeah. That's fine. Sorry, that's great. Thanks."

He glances at Bobby. Does he see disappointment in her face? He's not sure, he doesn't think so. That's a shame. But does he imagine it? Does he see a smile? Before he can look further, she has turned, and the four nymph like goddesses are heading out the revolving door, with waves and goodbyes, to the waiting taxi. Leaving Steve and Kelly alone.

She breaks the silence. "What floor are we on?"

Steve can't remember. He pulls a key card and little cardboard wallet from his back pocket. "Seven, room seven eleven."

"Cool." She says guiding him round to the lifts.

As they step inside the metal box and start ascending, they feel the tension rising along with them. Is this going to happen? She has been confident to this point. Will she lose her nerve? Will he cheat on his wife? Will she cheat on her mother? Will they break an unwritten social code?

The lift pings, doors slide apart and they step onto a carpeted floor. He turns left, still arms linked with Kelly. His room is halfway down, on the right. Their bodies moving through treacle, their minds racing like superbikes. They want to reach the room, but they don't. The passion countered with caution. It takes an age. He can feel her breast against his side, rising and falling, her breathing getting shallower. She can feel his heartbeat against her arm, faster, faster. Cluck goes the door mechanism as he swipes the key card across the square, black panel. He pushes the door open and holds it for Kelly to walk through.

"Ever the gentleman," she says as she steps over the threshold.

He follows her, and the door slowly shuts behind him. As it clicks into place, it's like a cooking timer has gone off. The wait is over.

Kelly throws her coat across the room, onto the back of a chair, and turns to him. She closes the gap.

"I hope you're not always a Gentleman though." She wraps her arms around his neck, looks up to his face, and opens her lips. The tension is broken. Steve succumbs to desire. He leans into her and presses his lips against hers. He tastes the sweet alcohol from the final shot, the sharpness of the red wine. She tastes the same sweetness with the bitterness of the stout. Their mouths lock, tongues explore each other for the first time. Heads move from side to side. Noses hitting each other, lips slipping across each other. He puts a hand on her cheek, and a hand in the small of her back, pulling her in tight. Her slender body so light in his strong arms. She feels the tenderness of his touch, tingling with excitement. She's on tiptoes, reaching up to him, his legs slightly bent to meet halfway. Her hand grasps the back of his head, grips his hair. They are both moaning, their bodies squirming, electrified. She reaches down and starts to lift up his jumper, he reaches down to help and pulls it up and over his head. As their lips part, while the jumper is in front of his face, she kisses his chest. He is strong. Powerful. She gasps at his abs and chest before grabbing one of his breasts with her hand and circling his nipple with her tongue. Sucking it into her mouth. It feels sensational, but as his sweater falls to the floor, he takes her chin and raises her face back to his. Kissing her again, devouring her again.

It's his turn to reach down to her waist and pull on her jumper. She lifts her arms above her as he pulls it up and over her head. Immediately feeling behind her for the clasp of her bra, a delicate black lace affair. As she uncovers her breasts, it's almost like the bra needn't have been there, they bounce, staying firm, if pert had levels, these were off the chart. He wants to taste them, but before he can, she returns her lips to his. They are not finished exploring their mouths yet. Hands now go to bodies though. Each has one hand behind the other, his on her back, pushing them closer, her's on his head, holding their faces together. The other hand on each other's chest. Teasing a nipple, caressing the firm skin, investigating what feels good, what makes the other moan the most. It's fast and furious.

Mouths part and he kisses her neck. The neck he has admired all night. Her head goes back, inviting him. He smells her perfume; he smells her scent from the night. He licks and nibbles. She moans and gasps. Pushing her fingers into his hair, pulling his nipple with her fingertips. His hand moves from her back to the clasp of her skirt. He feels it against his legs as it falls to the floor. He licks her throat, down to the crevice as it meets her chest. She pulls him into her, letting him lick and suck, before sliding his head down into her cleavage. It's warm, it's salty from her sweat. He laps it up. Her firm tits squashing his cheeks between them. She guides him across to one breast. His hand cupping it as he slides his tongue around it. He licks under it, again salty sweat, he licks over it, she shivers. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, darting his tongue against it as he does so. She whimpers and pulls him tight. Thrusting her bare torso against him. Pressing her burning pussy against his thigh. He continues to make her squirm in his hands, in his mouth. She pulls him across to the other breast, wanting him there forever. Her pussy is already swollen, she feels wetness slipping into her panties, her clit aches to be touched.

She has to slow him down, she reaches for his belt, and clumsily undoes it. Her breathing short and sharp, her hands not as dextrous as usual. She pulls his head back as she undoes his fly, pulling the front of his trousers over the growing mound in front of him. His trousers slip to the floor. His head comes back up to her face and they kiss once more. Frantically, tongues charging and retreating. Her hand slides down his chest and across his abs, meeting the waistband of his jockey shorts. Two fingers pulling it away from his skin. He shivers now, the electricity hitting his body at her touch. She drops off of her tiptoes, and he loses her mouth. She slips her body lower, tracing her tongue right down the centre of his mass. Her hands either side of his waist.

He looks down. Her breasts look even bigger from this angle. Her nipples pointing forwards like bullets from his sucking and playing. Her stockinged legs parted around his shins. Now he can see the black straps connected to a thin, black, floral lace belt perched just above the top of her panties, which are the same black floral pattern. She has both hands on the waistband of his shorts, she is looking up at him with a look in her eye that says Lust. Pure Lust. It's the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

"Is this what makes her scream?" She kisses the shaft of his cock through the material. It bounces. "Ooh," she giggles, "it wants to play." The smile radiates through her whole face.

Slowly she pulls the shorts away from his body and lowers them across his thighs. Her eyes and mouth open wide in unison as the full extent of his penis is revealed. She looks up at him again. "This is what makes her scream."

"I'll make you scream without it too." Steve says.

"Promises, promises." But her eyes, and brain are now concentrated on his manhood. "My, my, Steve, you really are exciting."

He is wide and long, smooth and hard. She's only seen bigger in porn movies. She definitely hasn't experienced one so vast. She can't wait to try.

Kelly starts with her hand, caressing Steve's shaft while her head moves around him, observing him from every angle. Taking in the sights. Her delicate hand can't wholly encase him. He lets out a groan as her fingertips play across the tip. One hand twisting around his shaft, the other swirling over the head.

"I love how it curls to the left." she says. "And the veins bulge out so much, I guess it needs a lot of blood to keep this monster fed!"

She spits on it. She's never done that before, only seen it. This cock deserves it. It needs it. Her hand slips over his head covering him in her spit.

She slides her fingers under the shaft and takes his balls in her hand. He moans again, each touch sending pulses down his cock and through to his anus.

"Big balls too. I wonder how they taste."

He trims his pubic hair, not smooth all over, but his balls are. She brings one up alongside his cock and presses her tongue against it as if she is licking an ice lolly. "Mmmm. Niiiice." She looks back up at him and smiles. She pops it into her mouth, sucking it deep, not moving her eyes from his. His legs shudder and he gently places his hands on the top of her head, stroking her curly locks from her face, his eyes flutter, but he doesn't break the gaze. Her cheeks expand and contract as she sucks on him, licking him within her mouth. Her fingers playing with him, stroking him gently. Then she lets it drop from her mouth, now wet from her saliva. "Ahhhh." She breathes. She runs her hands up and down the front of his thighs, feeling the raw power of the muscles. She raises her eyebrows twice, and then drops her gaze to his cock again. It's rock hard now. Pointing straight at her. A challenge.

She realises slowing him down has done nothing to diminish the excitement in her pussy, it's still throbbing and burning in her panties. If anything, the sight of his long hard cock has got her more excited.

"Has he got a name?" She smiles.

"No."

"Okay, I'll think of one. I need to get to know him first."

She starts with her hands again, using both to pump him back and forth. Alternating front and back with each, twisting around. Pulling at the base tightly, more gently at the tip. Still observing what every movement does to him. His ass clenching, his legs bending, his cock bouncing. She feels the pressure of his hands on her head increase and decrease with different movements, his hips thrusting. Suddenly, she opens her lips and slides the tip inside her mouth. The sudden change takes his breath away, the warmth, the pressure, her tongue flicking across his head. She looks up at him. A hand still twisting and jerking the base, her lips are strained around his head, but at the corners of her mouth and shining bright through Kelly's eyes, she is smiling. This has surpassed the sexiest thing he has ever seen. She starts to feed more of him in. Her mouth is full, with less than half of him inside, but she won't stop. Her eyes are wide open, she feels him press against her throat and she gags, pulling him back out. Laughing and spluttering at the same time.

"Fuck, that's good." She gurgles.

"You're telling me." he says, shivering all over.

She laughs again. "You're fucking huge." Before he can respond to that she is back on him. This time taking him down to the same point in one quick movement. She sucks her cheeks in and out, pressing against him, jerking his cock with her hand and grabbing his firm tensed ass with the other. Saliva is spilling from her mouth as her throat convulses around him. Pulling him out again, dragging her teeth across his shaft and over the tip. His legs nearly give way, through each wave of sensation. At once, she pulls him back into her mouth, this time bobbing back and forth, still only just over half of him inside, slobbering over him,

"Ggchk. Ggchk. Ggchk."

Her tongue squashed to the bottom of her mouth, licking him, flicking up, fucking him with her mouth. Her eyes opening and closing now, each time she takes him in and out.

"Ggchk. Ggchk. Ggchk."

He arches his back, pulls his abs tight, holds her head tight. She bobs back and forth, swirling around him, gagging, choking, gurgling, before finally pulling him out and gasping for air. Her hand still busy jerking him as saliva spills in ribbons from her open lips.

"Shit, I don't think I can take anymore of you. I've found my limit."

"Do you want to?"

"Fuck yeah. I want it all."

"Okay, come here." He reaches down below her arms and pulls her up to him. He kisses her again, tasting himself on her lips, lapping at the saliva she has spilled. Tongues again exploring each other's mouths and faces.

He lifts her up, she instinctively wraps her arms and legs around him. Their mouths still locked as he walks them to the bed and sits her down. Standing in front of her. His penis still pointing firm. As she sits there, boobs heaving from lack of breath, hair messed across her face, with her legs spread before him. He wants to drop to his knees and sink his tongue into her pussy. But he has to wait, she wants to take him in her mouth.

"You want all of this?" He gives a quick thrust of his hips.

"Stop teasing me. Yes, I want that." She gives it a playful slap.

"Lie on your back, with your head over the edge of the mattress."

She swivels around and gets into position, kicking pillows out of the way. It's another majestic sight. Her lower half still dressed in panties, stockings and suspenders, her top half stretched tight towards him, breasts expanding sideways and upwards, her neck pulled backwards, her chin pointing up towards him, her hair falling toward the floor, her eyes looking up at him, expectantly, nervously.

He steps forward, placing his cock on to her lips, but no further. "You take control, he's all yours."

Her arms reach behind her head, and she wraps her hands around his shaft again.

"I'm calling him Leo."

"Leo?"

"Like Da Vinci. It's a fucking work of art; A masterpiece."

His cock bounces again as he laughs.

She responds by opening her mouth and taking the tip inside. She jerks his cock with her hands and starts to pull him forward, licking him and sucking again with her cheeks. Steve has stopped laughing, he's already lost his ability to coach her, his body wants to explode. He reaches forward and takes her breasts in his hands. He feels her body jolt as he caresses them, her legs bend and she puts her feet flat on the bed, pushing her body forwards more, pushing his cock deeper inside her. He spits on his palms and licks his fingers and puts them back on her breasts and nipples. They feel firm but with some give, bouncy, but pert. A real-life contradiction. But a contradiction that he can't get enough of. He can see her pussy pulsing through the tight material of her panties, as he plucks her nipples, her bottom squirms on the bed, he wants to taste her. His cock twinges with the thought. It's that, or the fact she has pulled him deeper into her mouth.

One hand has dropped from his shaft, it's now gripping his ass. He is further in than he has been, she is gagging, and releasing, but building a rhythm, less gagging, more sucking. Saliva pouring from her mouth down into her nose, across her eyes and through her hair. He can see her throat bulging, pulsating, as she stretches her neck to take him. She pulls him in and out, a little bit more each time. His cock is going crazy, her mouth is going crazy. Her other hand drops from his shaft and grabs his ass alongside the other one. She was going to take him all. She had to take him all.

She opens her mouth wide, bends her head back further to give a straight route down her throat, and pulls him in. The gag reflex rises, but stops, she keeps going. She feels his balls against her eyelids. Her lungs and chest are screaming, her lips are screaming, her mouth is groaning, he is groaning and grunting. She has him, completely, totally. She thinks she will cum there and then. He pulls out, and she slobbers and gasps. "Again." She says. This time he slides himself in, pausing as he feels her gag, edging forward until once again she has him deep down her throat. He thrusts his hips, he feels her gag, her hands now gripping the bed. He pulls back, but slides back in. She leans her head back further as he fucks her mouth. His balls slapping against her face, saliva bubbling and falling from her lips. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten times, grabbing her breasts, teasing her nipples, before he pulls himself out. His cock ready to explode. She gasps and dribbles. "Again".

He slides back in, she gags, she splutters, he doesn't know the noises he is making, they are animal like, he needs to cum but doesn't want to yet. He tenses all over as he fucks her mouth again, trying to stop the cum. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten times, it's torture and pleasure. His body is shaking, his head twisting. She grabs his ass again and pulls him deep, holding him. Her throat convulsing against his cock. He can't hold it. Her eyes fly open, and the muted squeals come through her chest as he pumps his load straight into her. He sees her throat swallow, and swallow and swallow, he feels it swallow and swallow and swallow. His legs go numb, he falls forward, still with his hands on her tits. His hips pull back and his penis slides out of her mouth. He's gasping for breath, she's gasping for breath, still spluttering, semen now mixed with the saliva flowing from her mouth.

He deftly pulls her round, her breathing not yet recovered, her face covered, her eyes still dazed. He sinks his head between her legs, pulling the panties aside with his tongue before darting it inside her pussy. It's hot, wet, throbbing. Sweet, thick juices cover his mouth and chin. He stretches her legs wide with his hands, grabs beneath her and pulls her body into his mouth. She is already bucking, twisting, turning, not yet recovered from his cock, and his cum, not able to recover. She tries to grab his head to control him. Instead, he puts his lips on her clit and sucks. And sucks. And sucks. She loses her mind. She screams loud long screams, her body jumps from the bed, her legs kick, her arms pound against his head and back. Her pussy cumming in waves straight into his face. She doubles up, she flings herself backwards, up and down. He's holding her in place. He inserts a finger, bending it, pumping it, as he keeps sucking her clit. Two fingers, sliding, pumping, gripping. His tongue beating her clit as he sucks it in. It sends her body over the edge again. This time short sharp screams, her lungs won't allow anything more. Her head thrashing from side to side, out of control. Fingers grabbing whatever they can find to hold on to reality. He keeps sucking, probing. More juice explodes, her body giving itself to him.

Gradually, he slows, caressing, not pumping. Circling, not probing. He moves himself off her, she relaxes, gathering some air. She feels something hard on her clit again and gives a shudder, not realising what it is. It's when her pussy lips start to part, her mind realises what it is. Her eyes flick open. Steve is knelt between her legs, his powerful physique above her, his mammoth cock on her pussy. He's not fully hard again yet, but it's scary.

"Don't worry." He says. She is flushed, her mouth wide open seeking air, she has his cum all over her face, her hair matted. It's the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

She nods. She can't speak yet.

He uses his hand to guide his cock over her clit. She closes her eyes again enjoying the new sensation. He caresses her breast with one hand, she grabs her other breast herself. He moves his cock faster, rubbing her clit. He caresses her breast in time, speeding up, slowing down. She gives little jumps as the excitement builds again. His cock so close to sliding inside her. She reaches behind her and pushes herself against the wall, inviting him to do more. He keeps circling her clit with his cock, teasing her breasts with his hand. Then he slides the tip of his cock inside her. She squeals, as she feels her pussy stretch to take just the tip. She opens her eyes and looks down at her pussy, stretched around the tip of his cock, his shaft extending from her. It's truly a magnificent specimen, Thick and firm, a monument to masculine beauty and power. There's so much of him to go in. It's the sexiest thing she has ever seen.

He slides his cock to her clit and continues to circle and press. Then again, he inserts the tip into her. Gasps, moans from each of them, as he gets harder, and she takes more. Her head now back, her eyes again closed. He returns to her clit, but this time places his cock back inside her almost instantly. Clit, pussy, clit, pussy. A new rhythm. Her breath starts to catch again. Her pussy throbbing. She scrunches her eyes tight as she feels another orgasm build. Her fingers digging into her breast. "Fuuuuuuuck, Fuuuuuuuck." Deep waves rippling through her. Clit, pussy, clit, pussy. A little deeper, a little harder. Kneading her own breast, him squeezing the other. Electricity between her legs, electricity between his. Clit, pussy, clit, pussy. This time, he keeps the tip inside her, small movements in and out, in and out, in and out, as he rubs her clit between his thumb and finger. Her clit swollen in his fingers. Speeding up. Speeding up. He feels her pussy tighten round his tip, her clit throb, juice now soaking his cock. Speeding up. Speeding up. She feels her body shudder from head to toe as he wrecks her again. She writhes and jumps, squeals and groans, another orgasm powering through her.

He moves on top of her, holding her tight as she pulses and gasps under him. She throws her arms around him, they don't feel like they belong to her, but they clasp his back and hold on. She twitches and spasms with him in her arms. Slowly her breathing returning to normal, slowly coming back to the here and now. They kiss. He tastes her, he tastes himself. She tastes him, she tastes herself. The kisses are softer, but no less intense.

"Wow. You keep your promises." Kelly says as their mouths finally part.

"Experience," Steve replies.

"Well, a young pup better teach you some new tricks." She uses her remaining strength and the element of surprise to flip Steve on to his back, and she jumps on top of him, gripping him between her thighs and immediately ducking down to his chest and sucking on his nipples. He lets out a long moan as he takes her head in his hand. He feels her breasts against his stomach, and her wet panties grinding against his thighs. His cock twitches and hardens. He caresses her breast as she moves between each of his nipples, biting, sucking, teasing. Her hands replacing her mouth as she alternates. Slowly her hand starts to slide down his body, hunting the snake below. As she touches it, he moans and shifts his body against her. She pumps him slowly, as she licks his nipple, bringing him back to the boil.

Her body slides down him. Lips kissing as it goes. His cock slips between her tits as his legs part to take her body. She pushes her breasts together, forming a tunnel, his hard dick pushed within them. Their firmness like a glove. She slides him in and out, building up speed. Lapping at the tip as it comes up to her mouth. Her eyes watching him pop through, locked to his penis. She stops when he reaches her mouth this time and takes more inside. Sucking the tip, licking it all over. She spits over him. He's moaning and writhing beneath her. She slides it back and fucks her tits with his cock. Rising up and dropping down over and over. He's in ecstasy. "Argh. Argh." Slap, slide, slap, slide. "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."

"Does Leo like my tits, Steve." She's looking at him now as she slides her breasts around him.

"He. Loves. Your. Tits." Each word exploding from his mouth with a breath as she drops her breasts down on his cock.

"He likes fucking my tits, Steve."

"Argh. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Then she stops, dead still. His cock still wedged in place.

"Your turn then Steve. Fuck them Steve, Fuck my big, juicy titties."

He is more than happy to oblige and thrusts his hips as she holds her tits in place. She ducks her head and greets his cock with a lick or a spit as it crashes through. His ass is bouncing off the bed as he wants to keep fucking her till he cums. Her head is thrown up and down as he keeps pumping. Her body lifting with him on and off the bed. His breath is now short, he is grunting and puffing. Up, down, up, down. She tastes his precum, warm and salty.

"You want Leo to cum on my titties, Steve, all over my titties."

"Yes, yes, yes. Fffuuck."

Up and down, up and down. Sliding, slipping, fucking, sliding, fucking, slipping.

"Tight, young, firm tits, Steve. Big fucking, young tits."

He speeds up, she squeezes him tighter. She dips her head and takes the tip in her mouth each time he thrusts. In and out, in and out. Saliva dripping from her mouth, hanging from the tip of his cock.

"Argh. Argh. Argh, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

But he isn't. Not yet. She stops. Releasing him from her tits. Lifting her head from him. He keeps pushing before knowing what has happened.

She uses his thighs to push herself up and stand above him. Her panties soaking wet, but still covering her pussy. His cock twitching and shaking. His mind fuzzy and dull.

She runs a finger from her chest down to her waist, down her thigh, where she unclips a suspender from the top of her stockings. It hangs down from the lacy belt, against her pale fleshy thighs. Slowly she does the same for each suspender. Smiling, dancing a little, teasing, gyrating. His eyes not wanting to miss a single part of her show. She turns around and wriggles the belt down over her bottom. The sexiest thing he has ever seen. Bending away from him as the material gets pushed down to the bed, where she steps out of it. Steve is entranced, his cock reacting to every sensual movement. She faces him again and removes her stockings, rolling them down, gradually revealing more and more of her bare legs. Finally, only her panties remain. She makes a show of pulling each side down, before finally, inch by inch slipping them down over her pussy and down her legs. She totters around in a spin, the mattress shifting beneath her.

"You like?" She repeats the question from earlier in the pub.

This time Steve has a better answer. "I want."

Kelly smiles, and steps across his legs, so she is straddling him. A young, naked godess towering over him. She runs her hands across her slim stomach, he wants to feel it, he wants to lick it. She runs her hand across her chest, circling her nipples with her fingers, and then tracing up to her neck, flicking her hair from her shoulders. Her lips parted, her tongue sliding around them, her eyes looking down at him, watching him. Her hands go to the sides of her head, closing her eyes and slowly moving her head from side to side as she lowers herself, her hips moving in the opposite direction from her head, her torso twisting as it drops toward his body. The time in the gym has definitely been worth it, her thighs taking her weight, gently supporting her body.

He can sense the heat from her pussy radiating toward him. His cock touches her pussy lips. She stops and opens her eyes, her hands slipping down her body onto his stomach. A little unsure, but excited.

She is so wet, that sliding him in again is no problem at all. The tip slips inside, and she starts to feel the gentle pressure pushing outwards on her pussy lips. Stretching her, filling her. He feels her tense around him as the tip pops into her, and she lets out a squeal. She drops her gaze to his cock. Watching him slide in, inch by inch. She sees her pussy lips expand around him and feels the burn. But it's mesmerizing. His beautiful hard cock sliding into her. It's the sexiest thing she has ever seen. She relaxes, enjoying the pain, feeling the tingles of fireworks inside her pussy. As he gets deeper, the feeling intensifies. She starts to pant, and blow air through her mouth.

He is starting to moan as he feels her gripping his cock, half of him now in to her and the feelings on his shaft so tight and delicious. She leans forward, pressing down harder on his stomach, but she doesn't stop lowering. The pain now consistent, if anything abating. Her pussy is full to bursting, and still there's more to come. She is squirming on him, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her. She's squealing as the cock moves an extra millimetre, applying pressure in new places. She feels him hit her cervix and it takes her breath away as her pussy lips close and engulf his hard cock. She starts to bounce, gently. At first, it's painful, then it's incredible, then it's orgasmic. She's feeling parts of her pussy she never knew existed, the fireworks in her pussy are now explosions, everywhere - in her mind, across her tits, along her legs, down her arms, through her finger tips. Steve grips her hips and somehow feeds more into her.

She doesn't know she is screaming, her head cannot register it. Her tits are flying up and down. Her legs slip from under her, and she is impaled on him. She shrieks in pain, in ecstasy, but keeps bouncing. she can't stop, she wants more. She doesn't want it to end...ever. Her hands now on his chest, her hips twerking on top of him, pounding him. Tits now moving backwards and forwards. He is screaming, groaning, moaning, grunting, roaring. Her pussy so tight he thinks it will rip his cock off as it grips him with every slide in and out. He thrusts himself off the bed as she lands on him, her head thrown back, her mouth wide open. Screaming, panting, moaning. Their bodies slapping together, his balls hitting her ass, the bed creaking, the mattress complaining. He's deep inside her, she's got him all, her pussy dilates and grips, she feels everything in stereo.

Her pussy explodes, drenching them both, she is screaming like a banshee, eyes almost popping from her head. Her hands slap his chest, fingers gripping him, scraping against him. He keeps thrusting, she keeps bouncing. Pushing herself down into the bed, wanting more. He lifts his knees up, feet flat on the bed, she falls forward before stopping herself with her arms, he uses his legs to pump into her, hips faster, harder, deeper, she feels like she will pass out. She wants to see everything, but her eyes roll back, her body is in ruins. It's surely experienced all it can. She is shaking, her arms and legs like jelly, still screaming, still panting as he smashes his cock in to her over and over. She falls on to his chest, her hair cascading on to him. He grips her shoulders and keeps pumping. Her breasts sliding across him, feeling every touch.

As if it was possible, she feels his cock get harder, throb faster. She wants his cum. Her pussy responds, somehow gripping tighter, bouncing faster. She grabs his chest, digs her nails in and launches herself up, screaming, pushing her pussy back on to him, she can't believe the feeling, he can't believe the sensation. He grips her tight, she grips him tighter, back and forth his thighs power his cock into her. They holler, they groan, she screams and screams, slapping their bodies against each other, not knowing where they are anymore.

She hears his scream as she feels the jets power into her as she feels the orgasm wrack her again.

She collapses on to his chest. Her body a limp rag on top of him as he continues to pump his thighs, draining everything from him. Adrenaline coursing through their veins, semen spurting through him and into her. She's sure she comes again in the afterglow. She's lost count. Her body will never be the same again, sex will never be the same again.

The exhaustion, the remaining effects of the alcohol, the complete satisfaction, the overwhelming sense of calmness. One, some, or all of these factors mean they sleep in that position. His cock slips out of her at one point, draining both of them across his groin and thighs, but apart from a few twitches and moans their bodies don't wake to sense it. He holds her, she sleeps on him.

Steve eventually awakes with the sound of the shower in his ears. Not quite knowing where he is but knowing he has been drinking. His mouth parched; his head painful, even to the touch. As his eyes clear, the rolled-up stockings on the floor, bring the day into sharp focus. Before he can start asking himself some difficult questions, the shower stops, and moments later Kelly appears with a towel round her body and her head.

"Morning, Sleepy."

"Uh. Hi."

"Yes, I am here, it wasn't a dream," she drops her towel, "This isn't a mirage." She spins around tentatively, still feeling the effects of the night before.

Bathed in the soft, warm glow of the morning light, she is an exquisite vision that takes Steve's breath away again. Every curve and contour of her lithe, athletic form is a stunning reminder of what happened last night. The gentle flare of her hips and the toned definition of her arms and shoulders, her lusciously round breasts, their firm, supple mounds begging to be worshipped and worshipped. He wants to fuck them again and again. He prays she lets him cum all over them. And her pussy. Oh, her pussy. He sees the manicured tufts of hair that he felt with his mouth last night, framing her beautiful pussy lips, which are still swollen and moist.

His eyes trace every delectable curve as he is overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her sex, of her beauty and presence.

The difficult questions can wait, this just needs to be enjoyed. For as long as possible.

"If only words could ever do justice to the truth of your magnificence."

"Wow, poetic in the morning. I approve."

Kelly walks over to the bed and climbs on top of Steve again. The warmth of her body, the steam and fragrance of the shower still radiating from her.

She kisses him on the forehead. "You need a shower and clean teeth, Mister. Get in there and I'll order breakfast."

She rolls off of him, her soft breasts gliding across his chest. He watches her ass as she pads back over to the dressing table and picks up the room service menu. 'Oh. My God,' he thinks, less poetically. 'What a fucking ass.'

She looks back. "Go on, I've got this."

He wants to watch her all day, but reluctantly gets up and heads into the en-suite for a shower.​