No Restraint

Greg had been married to Hannah for over ten years. Their sex life was explosive. They had dated for over four years, and Greg had mastered her body during that period. He knew where to touch, where to caress, and where to tease. He was a maestro, and her body responded to him without fail.

Everything was going on well until Hannah’s sister came to spend a few weeks at their home. Pamela had the type of body that could seduce a monk. Greg’s attraction to her was instant. Her large tits and full mouth were all he could think about, but he kept his distance. Then Hannah’s work took her away from home for a few days, and his lust waxed stronger.

Greg’s desire reached a crescendo hours after his wife left. It was a sunny afternoon, so he went for a swim. Pamela arrived minutes later, clad in a yellow bikini that showed off her fit, trim body, and long legs. Her abs were tight, and her c-cup breasts made his cock throb. She shot him a lingering look, and his cock grew hard in his trunks as he stared at those breasts. Her dusky areola was evident through the thin fabric. Greg groaned, feeling his arousal build.

When he stepped out of the pool, Pamela was still watching him. Her throat bobbed. Desire and lust were boldly written on her face. It took every ounce of his willpower not to grab her and crash his lips on hers. He had been fantasizing about fucking her ever since she arrived. He’d jerked off to fantasies of her three days in a row. He wanted to bury his head in her huge tits and plunge his cock into her tight cunt., to hear her throaty moans as he fucked her until she was spent.

Pamela’s eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants. She licked her lips, and he felt his cock twitch. Then she looked at him, and the air sizzled. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. His self-control almost snapped.

“I’ll prepare dinner,” she said heavily before turning away. The gentle sway of her hips turned him on further.

Greg pulsed with need, longing to grab and fuck her till she screamed. But he held back. He swam five more laps, went upstairs for a shower, and tried to distract himself from thinking of Pamela.

Hours later, he went downstairs for dinner. He stopped abruptly when he saw Pamela was still in her bikini. His heartbeat increased, and he felt blood rushing to his groin. His cock struggled to get out of its confines, but he kept it in check.

Pamela’s lips spread in a slow smile. She stared at his cock, then she turned and bent over the table slightly so her round ass was in his direct view.

Greg’s restraint thinned to the last shred.

“I hope you like it.”

She smiled at him and sat on a chair. He stared at the food on the table and nodded at her before digging in. Pamela smiled as she watched him devour the dinner. His body responded to the hunger in her gaze.

“The food is great, Pamela. It’s very delicious,” he said, staring at her breasts.

“If you think this is delicious, you should wait to taste the cream-pie I made for dessert.”

His mouth went dry. She glanced at him with a coquettish smile on her face. That look shattered every ounce of self-control he had, and in the next instant, he had her in his arms as they tore off each other’s clothes.

Pamela gasped in shock when she saw the size of his cock. A wave of excitement shot through him as she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. Grabbing her head, he slid his cock into her warm wet mouth. She held his ass and relaxed her throat, urging him on. Despite his size, she deep-throated him without difficulty. Moaning, she started moving her mouth over his cock. She made a low hum in her throat, sending another shockwave through his body.

Soon enough, he couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted her onto the couch and spread her legs apart, lowering his mouth to her cunt. Her juices glistened along her pussy lips. She dug her fingers into his hair and moved her hips toward his face.

A loud moan escaped Pamela’s lip as he sucked her clit. Greg trailed the folds with his tongue, and she writhed beneath him. Her legs bucked and quivered as she let out a deluge of fluid.

He lifted her till, placing her legs around his waist. Holding her ass cheeks, he shoved his cock inside her pussy and began to pound her. She clung to him, her breasts bouncing against his chest as he fucked her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering. The house was filled with moans, groans, and grunts of pleasure.

“Fuck me, Greg. Fuck me hard. Gimme that dick, baby,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

 He increased his pace and gripped her ass harder. Her nails dug into the skin of his back. The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room. The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock then she let out another scream as her juices flowed out. He increased the intensity of his thrust before he bucked and spilled a load of cum inside her.

He set her down slowly. She staggered against him, laughing as she gripped his arm. Her face was matted with sweat. They exchanged a glance, and the gravity of what they had just done sunk in. Pamela leaned toward him and placed her lips close to his.

“How long do we have?” she whispered. Her breath tickled his lips.

“Three days.”

She trailed a hand down to grab his cock, biting her lips. Already, he could feel himself start to lengthen in her grip.

“Then we have to make the most of it.”

He crushed his lips on hers and swept her off her feet, heading toward the room. They had no time to waste.