I am completely taken with a position where I am flat on my back in the bed. Jack lays on top, pins me and keeps my legs together with his knees. Actually, it lends itself well to more bondage, where my thighs, ankles are tightly bound together.

His cock probes slowly, between the soft top of my bound thighs, coaxing open my shaven cleft. I have the unbearable need to spread open but I can’t. Slowly, he dips in and out of my now fully engorged lips, with the head of his cock dredging through the spreading wetness and against my swollen clit. I struggle on the edge of orgasm, trying to control it so I miss none of the sensation of him moving up and down my outer pussy. It feels somewhere between sweetly illicit and completely depraved, as if we are not allowed to be fucking, as if penetration were forbidden. We get more and more erotically entangled, just can’t help ourselves. We grind harder, the tip of him partially entering my hole, increasing my desire to spread and swallow him entirely within me. So now I try to press my legs together more, feel more of him moving in and out. I try to encase his shaft in some way. I am unbelievably wet and amazingly slick. I lose control and come. He manages to hold on a little longer, savoring my orgasm. He climaxes and covers the outside of my hungry cunt with his cum.

As he rolls to lie next to me I reach down with my fingers to gather some of his gift, now slowly flowing on my lips and down my ass. It feels so wonderfully warm, wet and a bit sticky. I can’t help but bring my hand up to lick each finger clean. I imagine that if this were a forbidden encounter, I would have to use my panties to wipe away the evidence and hide them until they could be rinsed clean. Perhaps I would discard them nearby.