Cable (MF, cons, oral, cheat)
By Paul Story [PaulStory77@nospamforme.aol.com]
http://www.asstr.org/~paulstory

DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you're under eighteen, or if the laws in your
very repressive jurisdiction would suggest that you not read smutty
stories such as this one. 

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It started out innocently enough. But I guess they all do.

I work in computer tech support for a major research university. As part of 
  my job, I deal with a lot of graduate students.

These kids are in their early to mid-twenties, some eight to ten years younger 
  than me. But I'm close enough in age to them that we get along, go out for beers 
  after work sometimes, etc. I'm friendly enough with all of them, maybe a little 
  friendlier to the cute females. But hey, I'm a committed girl-watcher; it's 
  what I do.

But in six years, I had never gone past looking, and maybe an occasional flirt 
  once in a while. After all, I'm a married man, so anything else would be out 
  of the question.

Or at least was, until I met Keri.

She's a second year grad student, at the younger end of the spectrum I deal 
  with -- 22 or 23. A beautiful Chinese-American, she has long jet-black hair 
  and gorgeous mocha-colored eyes. She's taller than most of the Asian students 
  I've known, only four inches or so shorter than my six feet.

She's what you would call "solidly built," particularly considering 
  her ethnicity. Certainly not fat; but broad in the shoulders and upper body, 
  with an impressive chest and a firm, nicely rounded ass.

OK, like I said, I'm a girl-watcher. So I had noticed all of these things before 
  this particular Monday. In fact, I had known Keri, at least casually, for about 
  a year at that point.

-----

Her lab was moving into some new digs, and she sent me an email on Friday afternoon 
  saying that they needed about a 40 foot Cat5 cable -- commonly called a "network 
  cable" -- because one of the computers was being positioned rather distant 
  from a network jack.

We don't normally keep cables that length around, but it's a simple matter 
  to make one. All you do is crimp the connectors onto each end of a raw cable 
  cut to that length.

So, I sent an email to Keri, letting her know that I'd make a cable for her, 
  and bring it to the lab on Monday.

She responded with:

Thanks &ucirc; you are a doll. --Keri :)

A "doll?" I thought. A little odd, since I wasn't usually that familiar 
  with Keri, or with most of the students I worked with. But, I didn't really 
  think much of it, as the day got busy and it flew out of my head.

Monday morning, cable made, I headed up to Keri's lab. She again acted very 
  appreciative, as if I was doing her a personal favor instead of simply doing 
  the job I was paid to do.

"Since you're here," she said, "maybe you can help me run the 
  cable." She explained that they wanted to run the cable up one wall, through 
  the acoustic tile ceiling, and down the lab's opposite wall.

Now, we're not really supposed to run cables through the ceiling. But like 
  I said, I'm friendlier to the cute ones, and so I agreed.

I climbed up on a chair, and started feeding the cable into the ceiling. Keri 
  stood in front of me, holding the chair steady.

This had the additional result of putting my crotch directly at her face level, 
  though I didn't think about that at first.

The chair was a bit wobbly, and as I continued feeding cable into the ceiling, 
  she moved the palms of her hands flat against the chairback to steady it. I 
  felt her fingers brush against my jeans, on my inner thigh, lightly. Without 
  glancing down, I assumed that it was an accidental touch.

When the chair wobbled again, her fingertips grazed my leg again, this time 
  a bit harder and a bit higher. I automatically glanced down and she withdrew 
  her fingers. "Oops," she said, smiling at me. There was a glimmer 
  in her eye that said maybe she wasn't that sorry about it, and I felt my cock 
  pulse in my jeans.

When her eyes automatically moved to my crotch, I knew the movement hadn't 
  gone unnoticed, and I quickly returned my attention to the ceiling. A blush 
  spreading over my face, I finished feeding the cable up into the ceiling.

"Now we need to pull it down from the other side," I said, hopping 
  off the chair. On the opposite side of the lab, I climbed up on the countertop 
  and moved one of the ceiling tiles aside, poking my head up into the stale air 
  above the ceiling.

When it became obvious that I needed another pair of hands to help move some 
  of the cables that were already up there, Keri climbed up and stood on the counter 
  next to me.

She stuck her head up through the same 18" square that my head was poking 
  through, and I suddenly became quite aware that she and I were sharing the same 
  personal space. In fact, most of the right side of her body -- from her knee 
  to her shoulder, more or less -- was pressing against the left side of mine. 
  I was acutely aware of her hip pressing into my own. I could smell the shampoo 
  she'd used that morning -- apparently, something citrus-scented.

As we fished the cable through the ceiling, my arousal grew. At some point, 
  the cable snagged on a ceiling brace in front of us. Keri reached with her right 
  arm and stretched out in front of me. I could clearly feel her full breast pushed 
  against my side, just above my ribcage, and my cock snapped to full attention, 
  uncomfortably trapped in my jeans.

Once we got the cable pulled all the way through, we climbed down from the 
  bench. My restricted cock was still at full attention, and I was quite uncomfortable 
  in Keri's presence. We got the computer connected, and I was quick to make my 
  departure, cock still straining against the denim, nostrils still filled with 
  the sweet smell of her hair.

I made it through the rest of the day in a bit of a fog, and that night made 
  wild love to my wife, all the while thinking of a stacked Chinese girl with 
  jet-black hair.

-----

The next day when I got to work, I had the following email from Keri:

Jake--

Thanks again for your help yesterday, I really appreciate it. You're the best!!

I'm wondering if you'd be able to help me get some loooong cable installed 
  at my apartment. I don't know anyone else qualified enough to install such a 
  long cable, and I can't do it alone. I could feed you dinner -- homemade Chinese! 
  -- or something in exchange.

Thanks!<br>
  Keri

The double entendres were impossible to miss, and I reread the email several 
  times, while my dick again swelled in my pants. Was she really asking what I 
  thought she was asking? Was it completely innocent and she really just needed 
  computer help?

I finally decided that it was somewhere in between, that she probably did need 
  some help and was just flirting a bit, having some fun with me. I emailed her 
  back for more info, and found out that she did have a legitimate need. She had 
  just gotten cable modem service at home, and the only cable TV outlet in her 
  apartment was in the family room. Problem was, she wanted to move her computer 
  to a desk in her bedroom, and needed a way to get a connection between the two 
  rooms without running cables all across the floor.

I called my wife and found out she was going out with some girls after work. 
  Grinning, I decided that if Keri wanted to have a little fun, so would I. I 
  still thought it was mostly innocent at this point, as I typed out my reply:

Keri--

No problem, I can help you out tonight after work. Dinner sounds great, I love 
  to eat Chinese.

I'll be sure to bring my long cable. How's 6:30 sound??

Jake

Keri responded in the affirmative, and I spent the rest of the day being alternately 
  amused and aroused by the situation.

-----

I got to Keri's place at 6:30 sharp, a 100' Cat5 cable slung over my shoulder. 
  She lived in one of the newer garden-style apartment complexes near campus, 
  on the top floor.

She opened the door with a smile, wearing what were obviously exercise clothes. 
  She had on a delicious pair of short grey shorts, exposing her alabaster long 
  legs. Up top, she wore a ribbed grey tank with "UCLA" spread across 
  the material, her tits stretching out the fabric.

"My undergrad alma mater," she explained, following my gaze. I felt 
  my neck and face heat a bit, caught staring at her chest. "Come on in, 
  she said, swiveling to walk back into the apartment. I chuckled as I saw the 
  back of her shorts -- they read "BRUINS" in block letters across her 
  ass.

"Can't fault your school spirit, that's for sure," I said. She looked 
  back over her shoulder and blushed, the pink color very evident on her pale 
  skin.

"Sorry for the casual attire," she said, as I followed her into the 
  family room. "I went to a yoga class at the rec center and just got home. 
  Didn't even get to take a shower."

"No problem," I said. "No need to dress up for me." I looked 
  around the room, which had crown moldings at the top of the walls, a fireplace, 
  and a sliding glass door on the back wall leading out to a 3rd-floor balcony. 
  Behind me, a pass-through window led through to a large, sparkling-clean kitchen. 
  A half-open door on my left appeared to lead into a bedroom; another led into 
  a half bathroom.

"This place is great," I said. "I thought all you grad students 
  were starving."

Adorably, she blushed again. "Daddy's money," she admitted. "Our 
  deal was that if I got a fellowship in a lab to pay for my tuition, he'd cover 
  living expenses."

"Good deal," I said, nodding.

"Definitely. And since you mentioned starving, unless you are, I thought 
  we'd get the dirty work out of the way first."

"Sounds good to me."

Keri showed me the particulars of her setup. The cable company's modem was 
  stacked on top of her TV, connected to a splitter and then to the coax outlet 
  in the wall.

"I've already moved my computer in here," she said, leading me to 
  the bedroom, or more accurately a bedroom suite. An open doorway on the far 
  wall led into a large-looking bathroom. Keri had a new-looking Dell set up on 
  a small desk in one corner of the room. There was a skimpy green lace nightie 
  strewn across the foot of the bed, and a pair of black silk panties on the floor 
  next to the bed. I was distracted and not listening when she continued talking.

"Huh?" I said, turning my attention back to Keri.

The hint of a smile crept up around her lips, and she repeated herself. "I 
  said, if you open that closet behind you, you'll see where the attic door is."

I swung the door open, revealing a large walk-in closet and, on the ceiling, 
  a square trap-style door leading up into the attic. "This will work," 
  I said. "What we'll do is drill small holes in the ceiling above your TV 
  and above your computer. Then, I'll go up into the attic and you can feed the 
  cable to me from down here, I'll take it to the family room, and feed it back 
  down to you from there."


Keri had a nice Makita cordless drill, making easy work of the holes in the 
  ceiling. I stood on a chair to reach the family room ceiling, and again she 
  did her "I better hold the chair for you" trick, her fingers gently 
  stroking my thighs. "Looks like you really know how to drill a hole," 
  she said, her eyes sparkling.

In the bedroom, I offered to let her take care of the hole in that ceiling, 
  and this time I held the chair for her. Keri's eyes widened as I gently brushed 
  my fingers across her bare knees, and the drill wobbled a bit in her hands. 
  When she hopped down from the chair, her breasts bounced nicely beneath the 
  tank top, and I could see her erect nipples pressing against the middle of the 
  'U' and the middle of the 'A' across her chest.

I dragged the chair over into her closet, and kicked off my shoes. Hopping 
  up on the chair, I slid the attic trap door aside. I was just tall enough that 
  my head and shoulders protruded into the attic, and I took a look around. It 
  was almost completely empty, with only a few boxes pushed into one corner.

"I can't even climb up there without a ladder," Keri said. "My 
  dad threw those boxes up there when I moved in."

I nodded. "I can haul myself up here without one, I think. It's a good 
  workout anyway."

"I'll help boost you," Keri said, standing in front of me and putting 
  her hands on my knees. "On the count of three?"

"Sure," I said, bracing my arms on the rim of the attic opening. 


"One...two....three!"

As I hauled my upper body into the attic, Keri pushed on my legs. Problem was, 
  she pushed too much "forward" and not enough "upward," so 
  my waist bent and my legs swung away from her, just a little bit. This caused 
  her hands to slide up my jean-covered legs rather quickly, the friction heating 
  my thighs. Before I really knew what had happened, the palms of her hands were 
  directly on top of the front pockets of my jeans, with her thumbs pressing directly 
  on my cock.

My cock, already semi-stiff, swelled to full erection under Keri's touch. Involuntarily, 
  I moaned softly, and Keri jerked her hands away, apologizing. This caused my 
  lower body to swing back towards her, my hard cock bumping directly into her 
  face!

Absolutely throbbing by this point, I hauled myself up into the attic. Keri 
  recovered enough to push again, this time keeping her hands firmly on my shins, 
  and I was able to swing my entire body up into the attic.

There was a small plywood platform built around the attic opening, and I rolled 
  over onto it, on my stomach. My erection butted up uncomfortably against the 
  surface, and I reached down to adjust Mr. Happy into a better position. Putting 
  my face down through the opening, I looked at Keri. "Are you OK?" 
  I asked.

She was beet red, flushed from her face down her neck, and across the exposed 
  top of her chest, and the swells of her tits. I could see straight down into 
  her cleavage, practically to her nipples.

"I'm -- I'm fine," she stammered. "I was just...surprised," 
  she said.

"You and me both," I said, grinning. "Let's just say we're not 
  going to win any contests for graceful entry into an attic."

"You got that right. But we might get points for style or....effect," 
  she said, grinning. Now it was my turn to blush.

I moved over to the hole we had drilled in her bedroom ceiling, taking care 
  to step only on the joists in the attic. My erection still throbbed in my pants, 
  and I suspected my wife would get another solid workout tonight, if she didn't 
  come home too drunk.

Keri fed the cable up into the attic from below, never missing a chance for 
  a little innuendo ("I can't find the hole....oh, there it is.") and 
  then I pulled it to the opposite side of the attic.

Crouching down above the hole in her family room ceiling, I gave her a little 
  of her own medicine back. "This hole is almost too small for this big cable," 
  I said. "Oh wait, with a little force, it slides right in."

By the time I went back over to crawl down out of the attic, I was dusty, sweaty, 
  and still rock hard. I swung my legs down through the opening, and Keri grabbed 
  my ankles to guide my feet to the chair. She must have been leaning in on purpose, 
  because as I lowered myself down through the trap door, my crotch brushed against 
  her face once again.

She was grinning at me like the Cheshire cat when I hopped down off the chair, 
  and we moved into the family room to connect the cable to the cable modem.

Keri had a good-sized entertainment center in the corner of the room, and I 
  leaned over it to grab the cable extending from the ceiling. I couldn't quite 
  see around the back to where the connection needed to be made. Keri said "Let 
  me see," and leaned into me to look, her firm breasts mashed against my 
  back. I could feel her erect nipples poking me, and her hand brushed against 
  my ass as she looked.

"I think I can get to it from the other side," she said, and she 
  moved around the left rear of the entertainment center, motioning for me to 
  hand her the cable. I swear she stroked it slightly, looking at me to make sure 
  I noticed. She leaned over to connect the cable, giving me a delicious view 
  of her breasts hanging free and braless, the complete upper sides of her tits 
  visible inside her tank top.

The cable snapped into place with an audible -click-, and we moved back to 
  her bedroom to connect the other end. On my knees, I crawled under her desk 
  to connect the cable to the back of her PC. Keri leaned over the desk to feed 
  the cable down to me, and placed one foot between my own. I could feel her bare 
  shin pressed against my left ass cheek, and my cock lurched.

Because of the way her desk was built, the PC was in a small enclosure on the 
  right, and I couldn't get my hand behind it enough to connect the cable. (Admittedly, 
  I was also distracted by what Keri was doing behind me.) I mentioned that maybe 

  she could try, she had smaller hands than I did.

Of course, thinking about viewing her on her hands and knees was part of my 
  decision to trade places so quickly. She agreed, and dropped down beneath the 
  desk. I simply admired the view, her "BRUINS" shorts riding high up 
  her thighs, and my cock got even *harder*.

"I can't reach it either," she said from beneath the desk. "Can 
  you scoot the PC forward a bit?"

"Oh yeah, good idea." Scooting the PC forward a few inches would 
  give Keri more room to get her hand behind it.

Problem was, Keri was on her hands and knees to the left of the PC. To the 
  right of the PC was a wall. Which meant, that to lift the computer and pull 
  it out a few inches, I was going to have to be on my knees as well, next to 
  Keri, leaning across that gorgeous ass.

Not really a problem for Mr. Happy; he was all excited about it.

Dropping back down to a kneeling position, I moved over and leaned across Keri's 
  legs, trying to avoid any direct contact between my crotch and her body. My 
  crotch was about three inches directly behind her ass. I pulled the PC out a 
  few inches.

"How about now," I said. "Can you get it?"

"Almost..." she said. "Just about...a couple of inches more," 
  she said. Then, suddenly, she moved backwards and pushed her ass directly into 
  my crotch!

I exhaled, and nearly dropped the PC. On some primal instinct, I said, "Here, 
  let me help," and I pushed my cock harder against her ass. At the same 
  time, I lifted the PC up a little higher. "Get it?"

I think I heard Keri moan softly, and then the -click- as the cable snapped 
  home. "That did it," she said from under the desk, as I set the PC 
  back down in its original location. I clambered to my feet and extended a hand 
  to Keri, helping her up. She was blushing again; I probably was too.

I felt like a sweaty and dirty mess, and I told her so. "Do you mind if 
  I take a shower before we eat?" I asked, thinking that I could probably 
  relieve some of my "tension" at the same time.

"Not at all," she said. "In fact, I'm kind of a mess too. You 
  can shower, I'll start dinner, and then maybe you can watch the food cook while 
  I take a quick shower." I nodded, and she led me into the bathroom in her 
  master suite, which was open off her bedroom.

"My only shower is in here," she said apologetically. But I'll be 
  in the kitchen, and I'll close the bedroom door. I think I've made you blush 
  enough today," she said, grinning.

As she pulled a fresh towel out for me, I looked at her bathroom. It was huge, 
  completely open to her bedroom. And that included the shower stall, which was 
  large, with a slightly frosted glass door. The door was mostly transparent, 
  and I could see that from one side of the bedroom, the shower (and its occupant) 
  would be completely visible.

*Maybe I won't be masturbating in here after all,* I thought. 

Keri showed me what shower necessities I could use, and then left the room. 
  I heard the bedroom door close behind her. I stripped off my clothes and started 
  the shower, my dick still hard as a rock.

Under the hot shower spray, I washed up, all the while replaying the events 
  of the afternoon, only making my situation worse. My cock absolutely throbbed 
  for release. I decided to just go for it, and was turned away from the glass 
  door, stroking myself, when I thought I heard a noise from the bedroom. I froze, 
  my hand motionless on my cock.

"You don't have to stop on my account," Keri said as she swung the 
  shower door open. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Although, 
  I might have some better ideas."

I stared at her naked body, as my cock pulsed in my hand.

She was absolutely flawless, her entire body creamy white, like vanilla ice 
  cream. Her breasts were high and large, easily 36D's, with tiny round areolae 
  and jutting, erect pink nipples. My gaze travelled lower, across her tight, 
  flat stomach -- her belly button was pierced and held a bright green stud -- 
  and down to her sparse, jet-black bush, trimmed to a neat oval above her pussy.

"Keri -- I --" I stammered, but coherent sentences were beyond my 
  control at that point. I had never cheated on my wife, but at that point, I 
  knew I was going to. I was powerless -- and unwilling -- to resist.

Keri placed one finger over my lips and reached down with her other hand, gently 
  pulling my hand off my cock. "I know what you need," she said, and 
  she sank to her knees in front of me. "I love this cable you brought me," 
  she said, gently stroking my shaft, her other hand caressing my balls.

She brought her lips gently to the tip of my shaft, and kissed it softly. She 
  swirled her lips around the head of my cock, extending her tongue to lick off 
  the single drop of pre-come at the tip.

Opening her mouth wider, she engulfed the glans between her lips, swirling 
  her tongue around the tip of my cock. I groaned, and leaned back against the 
  wall of the shower for support, the water cascading around me.

Keri moved her mouth further down over my cock, taking the whole head of my 
  shaft into my mouth, her lips locked around my dick about three inches down. 
  She didn't really take me any further than that, but it still felt fabulous. 
  Her right hand was alternating between stroking the base of my shaft and gently 
  massaging my balls.

When she started bobbing her head up and down, her lips firmly locked around 
  my shaft, I knew I wouldn't last long. As I looked down at this Asian goddess 
  sucking me off, her hair splayed out across her neck and back, and across my 
  crotch, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, I groaned loudly.

Just then she started using her tongue along the underside of my shaft, her 
  grip on the base of my cock tightening, and I felt the come boiling up from 
  my testicles.

"Keri...I'm gonna come," I croaked.

She pulled her lips off my dick and started stroking my cock furiously, her 
  grip even tighter. "Come all over my face, Jake," she said, closing 
  her eyes and aiming my dick at her forehead.

That did it. With an incoherent moan (or maybe a shriek, I'm not sure), I finally 
  gave in to the arousal I had been holding back all afternoon. "Unnnngggghhhhh," 
  I moaned, as my orgasm raced up the shaft of my cock.

Thick jets of semen blasted from my cock, the first few splattering her forehead, 
  her hairline, her eyelids and her cheeks. "Unnngggggh," I said, closing 
  my eyes as my vision blurred and my cock continued to spray Keri with my come.

I felt what seemed like hundreds of individual spurts pulse from my dick -- 
  in reality, it was probably only seven or eight, still more than usual for me. 
  When I opened my eyes again, Keri was absolutely covered with my spunk, from 
  her hair, all down her face and neck, and running in rivulets down over her 
  tits. It was an incredibly erotic sight, and despite the massive orgasm I had 
  just completed, my dick throbbed in Keri's hand.

She felt the movement, and laughed. "Down, big boy. Can I at least wash 
  my face first??"

I chuckled, and helped her to her feet, swiveling her so she could get her 
  face under the shower spray. "Hand me -blurb- a washcloth from -blurb- 
  over there," she said, pointing.

I did as she asked, and Keri, washed her face, taking care to scrub the semen 
  from around her eyes before she opened them. Finally she did so, and looked 
  at me, her eyes glittering. "I think you liked that!"

"I *know* I did," I said, grinning back at her. "Now, let's 
  see what you like."

I grabbed the bottle of shower gel sitting on the shelf in the corner, and 
  squirted a generous amount into my palm. I gently swiveled Keri around so she 
  was facing away from me, and marvelled at her full, round ass. It was gorgeous when 
  clothed, but breathtaking when naked.

Starting from her shoulders, I gently washed her backside, standing close to 
  her, my legs against hers, my semi-stiff cock brushing against the top of her 
  ass crack. I washed down her arms, enjoying the feel of her impossibly soft 
  skin.

Moving lower, I washed her back, and along the inward flare of her waist, and 
  the outward flare of her hips. She giggled softly as I knelt behind her and 
  soaped her ass cheeks, then sighed as I gently washed her inner thighs. She 
  spread her legs further for me and leaned forward, and I could feel the heat 
  emanating from her pussy. I rinsed most of the soap from one hand and moved 
  a finger up slowly to touch her cunt, which was dripping. She groaned loudly 
  when my finger came in contact with her outer lips, and ground her hips in a 
  slow circle.

I massaged her pussy a bit harder, slipping one fingertip inside. She was very 
  tight, her pussy gripping my finger. I stroked in and out gently, slowly.

With one finger still moving in and out of her, I continued washing down the 
  backs of her thighs, calves, and ankles. Then, I put one hand on Keri's hip 
  and swiveled her gently to face me, all the while continuing to fuck her with 
  a single finger, making sure my knuckles touched her clit on the upstroke.

I slipped another finger inside her, and she yelped, then moaned. I washed 
  the fronts of her legs, then moved back to my feet, my fingers sliding in and 
  out of her, faster now.

I used the last of the shower gel to massage her glorious breasts and her stomach, 
  then used the showerhead to rinse the soap from her, still plunging my fingers 
  in and out, in and out.

As my pace increased, she pulled my face down to hers, and we shared our first 
  kiss, hot and wet. Our tongues danced as I increased the pace of my fingers, 
  using my thumb to strum her clit.

I could tell she was close, and probably as pent-up from the afternoon of teasing 
  as I had been. So as we kissed, I curled my fingers inside her, searching for 
  her g-spot, while my thumb twiddled her clit.

Gasping, she broke our kiss. "Oh, oh Jake. Oh oh oh oh oh oh...."

I moved my mouth down to one of Keri's amazing breasts and put my mouth over 
  her erect nipple. When I sucked it hard into my mouth, that's when she exploded.

"OHOHOHOHOHOH SHITTTTTTTTTTT...." Keri said, her hips bucking against 
  my hand. "Aaiiiiiiiiiyeeeeee" she screamed, and a torrent of wetness 
  covered my hand, as every muscle in her body tensed and released.

Her pussy muscles clenched and forced my fingers out of her tight box as her 
  release splashed on the shower floor. One hand against the back of my head, 
  she pulled my face tight against her tits. "Oh shit oh shit oh god Jake."

Her knees seemed like they might buckle, so I put one arm around her waist 
  to steady her. "I think you liked it."

"I *know* I did," she said, grinning at me. "Jesus Jake, I haven't 
  come that hard in a long time."

"Just wait 'til I get you to the bed," I said, leering at her. I 
  had already decided that if I was going to cheat on my wife, I was going to 
  make it spectacular.

-----

We hurriedly rinsed off in the shower and then Keri practically pulled me to 
  the bed. Falling on the bed on her back, she pulled me on top of her.

"Fuck me, Jake. I need that monster in me."

"Not yet."

She pouted. "Why not??"

"Because, I have some other ideas. Remember, I emailed and told you one 
  of them.

She looked back at me, puzzled.

"I told you, I love to eat Chinese."

Somehow, Keri managed to look amused, aroused, and embarrassed, all at once.

I started covering her neck and upper chest with kisses, feathering my lips 
  across her skin as she clutched at my head, running her fingers through my hair. 
  I've always been a sucker for that, and my dick throbbed, once again fully erect.

My lips moved lower, trailing across the upper curves of her breasts. I hefted 
  one in my hand as I covered it with kisses, moving around in circles, coming 
  near her stiff nipple but avoiding it at first. Keri arched her back and tried 
  to push the center of her breast into my kiss, but I avoided her nipple still.

I moved my lips to her other breast and used my hand to play with the one my 
  lips had just vacated, still moving around and near her nipple but not directly 
  on it. Finally, as she moaned in frustration, I clamped my lips onto her left 
  nipple and sucked hard, while my fingers tweaked her right one.

"Ooooohhh yes," she said, arching her breasts.

I moved lower, trailing light kisses and a little tongue across her trim stomach, 
  pausing to lick the green ball protruding from her navel. "This is sooooo 
  sexy," I said, touching it and looking up at her.

I pushed myself lower, licking down across her lower abdomen and her trimmed 
  patch of pubic hair, before coming to rest between her thighs, my face directly 
  in her pussy. "But this is sexier," I said, kissing her labia gently.

"Oh," was all she said, exhaling forcefully.

I licked all around her outer labia. Her scent was intoxicating, and her pussy 
  was like honey...the sweetest I had ever tasted. I was like a man possessed, 
  I couldn't taste her quickly enough.

My lips and tongue were all over her outer lips, and I used my fingers to spread 
  her gently, her pink inner lips swelling and becoming evident. I licked all 
  around her pussy, thrusting my tongue into her tight hole, which made her hips 
  come off the bed and push into my face.

Finally, I licked up to the top of her slit, and my tongue found her hard nubbin. 
  "God yes, Jake, yes," she said, spreading her legs even wider for 
  me.

I licked up and down her soaking pussy, hitting her clitty with each pass. 
  I moved my thumbs to the sides of her pussy, spreading her open like a flower, 
  so I could taste every single part of her. My dick throbbed against the green 
  nightie I had seen earlier.

Faster and faster I licked Keri's pussy, my thumbs rotating in circles, massaging 
  her lips. When I could tell she was getting close, I slipped a finger into her 
  and sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Oh oh oh oh oh Jake," she said. "God I'm gonna cum."

I put my whole mouth on her pussy and sucked on her clit even harder, twiddling 
  it with my tongue, and thrusted my finger all the way into her, twisting it.

"Ngggaahhhhhhhh," she said, as her pussy spasmed around my finger, 
  her juices gushing out explosively and coating my face. "Yes yes yes yes 
  YESSSSS," she screamed.

I pumped my finger with decreasing speed as she came down from her orgasm. 
  My cock was a steel rod, trapped between me and the bed, and I was gently fucking 
  Keri's nightgown.

"Jake," she said softly. "You had better get on top of me and 
  fuck me. I might die if you don't," she said, smiling at me. I'm sure I 
  was quite a sight, my face soaked with her secretions.

I wiped my face with a hand and did as she told me too, climbing on top of 
  her and positioning myself between her spread thighs. I reached down to guide 
  my dick into her, but she was faster, reaching for my shaft and stroking it.

I groaned as she rubbed the head on her slit, coating my cock with our combined 
  fluids. Gently, she eased the tip inside, and I watched, fascinated, as my glans 
  spread her lips open, pushing them aside.

Slowly, I eased my hips forward, burying my cock deeper inside Keri's pussy. 
  She was so tight, so hot, and so wet, I was overwhelmed by the sensations.

Inch by inch, my cock disappeared inside her, until I was buried to the root, 
  my balls nestled against her ass, my pubes mingled with hers.

Keri pulled me down on top of her and my chest pressed against hers. She pulled 
  my lips to hers for a hungry kiss, her hands moving down to grip my ass and 
  hold me still deep inside her.

"Now," she said, when we broke our kiss, her brown eyes staring into 
  me. "I want you to fuck me, and fuck me HARD. I want you to fuck me however 
  it feels good for you, and don't worry about me coming again. I've had two mind-blowing 
  orgasms this afternoon, and I doubt I'm up for a third. So don't even think 
  about that. Just fuck the daylights out of me!"

Who was I to refuse?

Slowly at first, then faster, then faster still, I stroked my slick cock in 
  and out of Keri's tight channel. Before long, we were both covered with a sheen 
  of sweat, and my cock made sucking noises each time I pulled out of her pussy. 
  Keri groaned on each instroke, saying she had never felt so full. My balls slapped 
  against her ass on the downstroke, and I knew I was getting close very quickly.

Pumping in and out, I stopped on one downstroke and held my cock all the way 
  inside her, grinding my hips against Keri, my pelvis grinding against her clitty.

"Ohhhhhh," she said, closing her eyes briefly. "Are you close?"

"Uh huh. Are you protected?"

She shook her head. "No. It's a pretty safe time of my cycle, but still 
  probably better if you don't shoot that monster off inside me."

I grinned. "In that case, I would love to fuck you doggy style and come 
  all over that gorgeous ass of yours."

Keri opened her eyes, and her smile lit up the room. "God, Jake. I love 
  it from behind!"

I slid my cock out of her, and Keri quickly rolled over. Scooting up on her 
  hands and knees, she swiveled around and pointed that incredible ass at me.

I scooted up to her, kneeling between her thighs. "God, Keri. This is 
  all I could think of earlier when you were under the desk."

I slipped the head of my cock into her pussy, and she moaned. "Oh God, 
  Jake, me too. When I felt your hard cock pressing against my ass, I wanted you 
  so badly. I was dripping."

She continued, pausing for a second to moan as I slid my full length into her 
  velvet grip. "When you pressed your cock harder against my ass, I knew 
  you were as excited as I was."

I started pumping in and out of her, my hands gripping her ass as I fucked 
  her.

"God Jake, when I felt that, I almost came right there, under my desk."

I bent myself over her, my torso against her lower back, and reached around 
  to fondle her hanging tits. Meanwhile, Keri had moved one of her hands to her 
  pussy, fondling both her clitty and my cock on every stroke.

I pumped into her harder and faster, clutching at her tits and pinching her 
  nipples as I fucked her. My balls were slapping against her with each stroke, 
  and we were both moaning incoherently at this point. My orgasm was building 
  like a runaway freight train, and it was about to barrel through the station.

"God Keri...I'm...so...close."

"God me too Jake, I can't believe....almost, again."

That made me fuck her even harder, moving my hips in circles against hers, 
  squeezing and pulling on that delicious ass.

"Oh god Keri....I'm gonna come," I said, pulling my cock out of her 
  cunt. Pressing it between her ass cheeks, I stroked my dick furiously. "Keri, 
  I'm cummmminnng," I gasped, feeling the first gush of semen race up my 
  shaft.

"Oh god, me too, so close," Keri said, her fingers busily frigging 
  her own pussy, pushing her ass back against my cock, erupting between her cheeks.

"Yessssss," I hissed as my orgasm overtook me. Slightly less powerful 
  than the first one, it was still amazing, my cock pumping spurt after spurt 
  of pearly white come into the air, landing on Keri's ass cheeks and lower back.

"Oh god, you're coming on me, oh it's so hot on my skin, aieeeeeyeeee 
  I'm cummmminnnggggggg...."

Keri shrieked in orgasm and pressed her tits and face into the bed as her pussy 
  spasmed. Still in the throes of my own come, I watched as her pussy actually 
  throbbed and ejaculated down onto the bed.

"Oh oh god god god god god," she said, collapsing onto the bed.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," I said, collapsing next to her.

Keri giggled. "I'll say this for you, Jake. You certainly know how to 
  install cable!"
