Chapter 31: Painted Her Face

Debbie stayed on his lap for a long moment, the thick heat of his cock trapped between the slick folds of her pussy. Every small shift made her wetness smear along the shaft. She could feel how hard he was, how ready. Her own breathing was uneven. The slow grinding had left her aching and empty.

Ethan looked up at her, eyes dark.

"You ready?"

Debbie answered by lifting her hips just enough. Her hand reached down between them, wrapped around his cock, and guided the swollen head to her entrance. The moment the tip touched her, she felt how soaked she already was. A thick string of her own arousal clung to him as she rubbed the head slowly up and down her slit, coating him.

Then she sank down.

The first inch stretched her open with a wet, sliding pressure. Debbie’s mouth fell open on a long, shaky moan.

"Ahhh... fuck..."

She kept going, taking him deeper. Her pussy was dripping, the wetness making every inch glide easier even as the thick size forced her walls to stretch. Halfway down she paused, breathing hard, feeling him pulse inside her. Then she dropped the rest of the way until her ass met his thighs and he was buried to the base.

"Ahh... Ethan... so deep..."

For a few seconds she just sat there, full, adjusting. The wet heat of her squeezed around him in soft pulses. Ethan’s hands settled on her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. He didn’t rush her.

Debbie started to move.

She lifted slowly until only the head stayed inside, then sank back down with a wet sound. Up. Down. Slow. Controlled. Each descent made a soft, filthy schlick as her dripping pussy swallowed him again. Her heavy breasts swayed with the motion. Ethan watched them, then leaned up and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking while she rode him.

"Ahh... ahh... yes..."

Debbie’s hands braced on his shoulders. She kept the pace unhurried, rolling her hips at the bottom of every stroke so the head rubbed deep. Wetness coated his cock completely now, glistening every time she rose. Soft moans left her throat with every downward slide.

Ethan let her set the rhythm for a while. Then his grip tightened.

He lifted her slightly, holding her up so only the tip remained inside, and started thrusting up into her from below. Short, hard strokes at first. Debbie gasped, the sudden change forcing a louder sound out of her.

"Ahh~!"

He didn’t stop. He raised her ass higher with both hands and began driving into her properly, hips snapping up while he held her in place. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Bang. Bang. Bang. Each thrust punched deep into her dripping pussy, the sound filthy and rhythmic.

"Ahh... ahh... fuck... Ethan... harder..."

He gave her harder.

Debbie’s breasts bounced with every impact. Her moans broke into short, punched-out sounds. Ethan kept lifting and dropping her onto his cock while thrusting up to meet her, the wetness making everything louder. Her juices ran down his shaft and onto his thighs. The bed creaked under them.

After a long stretch of that he flipped them without warning.

Debbie’s back hit the mattress. Ethan hooked her legs over his arms, spreading her wide, and drove back into her in one deep stroke. The new angle made her cry out.

"Ahhh... yes... right there..."

He fucked her hard and steady. Bang. Bang. Bang. The wet sound of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy mixed with her broken moans. He leaned down and sucked one bouncing breast while he kept thrusting, never slowing. Debbie’s hands scrambled for the sheets, then for his back, nails dragging as another wave of pleasure built.

"Don’t stop... ahh... please don’t stop..."

He pulled out suddenly. Debbie made a needy sound at the loss. Ethan turned her onto her hands and knees, gripped her hips, and pushed back into her from behind in one smooth thrust. The new position let him go even deeper. Debbie’s arms nearly gave out.

"Ahhh~fuck!"

He started pounding her. Hard. Fast. The wet bang bang bang of his hips against her ass filled the room. Her heavy breasts swung under her with every thrust. Ethan reached around and grabbed one, squeezing it roughly while he fucked her. The other hand stayed on her hip, holding her steady so he could drive deeper.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... Ethan... it’s so deep..."

Spit and her own wetness had made everything slick. Every thrust made a loud, filthy sound. Debbie pushed back to meet him, chasing the feeling. Ethan’s breathing grew rougher. He leaned over her back, still thrusting hard, and bit gently at her shoulder while one hand slid down to rub her clit in tight circles.

"Come on my cock," he muttered against her skin.

Debbie’s thighs started shaking. The dual stimulation pushed her over. Her pussy clenched hard around him as she came, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat. Ethan kept thrusting through it, the wet sounds turning even louder as more of her juices coated him. He didn’t stop until her arms finally gave out and she dropped to her elbows, still trembling.

He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back again. Her legs were still shaking when he pushed back inside. Debbie moaned at the renewed stretch, oversensitive but still wanting more. Ethan hooked one of her knees over his shoulder and started fucking her in deep, measured strokes that still landed hard.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Her breast bounced with every thrust. He took the nearest nipple into his mouth again, sucking while he drove into her. Debbie’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him there as soft, continuous moans spilled from her.

"Ahh... ahh... yes... keep going..."

He shifted both of her legs up over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and fucked her even deeper. The wet slap of their bodies was constant now. Debbie’s eyes had gone glassy. Every thrust punched another moan out of her. Ethan’s cock was coated thickly with her arousal, the glistening length disappearing into her over and over.

After another stretch he sat back on his heels, pulled her into his lap again, and let her straddle him once more. Debbie sank down with a shaky moan, already full again. This time she rode him harder from the start, hands on his shoulders, breasts bouncing in his face. Ethan buried his face between them, sucking and biting at the soft flesh while she fucked herself on his cock.

"Ahh... ahh... fuck... I’m gonna... again..."

He gripped her ass with both hands and started lifting and dropping her in time with his own upward thrusts. The wet bang bang bang returned, louder. Debbie’s second orgasm hit harder than the first. Her whole body locked up around him as she came, a high, broken sound leaving her throat. Ethan kept moving her through it until she was limp and gasping against his shoulder.

Only then did he push her onto her back one last time, spread her thighs wide, and drive into her with short, hard strokes aimed at his own release. Debbie was too spent to do more than moan weakly with every thrust, her soaked pussy still clenching around him in aftershocks.

Ethan pulled out at the last second.

He stroked himself twice over her face. Thick ropes of cum landed across her cheeks, her lips, the bridge of her nose. Another pulse hit her chin and slid down toward her neck. Debbie’s eyes fluttered half-closed as the warm ropes painted her skin. Ethan kept his hand moving, milking the last of it out so more of it landed on her tongue when her lips parted on a soft, tired sound.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, looking down at the mess he’d made. Then he used two fingers to spread the cum slowly across her face~over her cheeks, across her lips, smearing it into a glossy layer that glistened in the thin moonlight. Debbie didn’t turn away. She just lay there and let him, chest still rising and falling, one heavy breast shifting with each breath.

When he finished, Ethan finally dropped onto the bed beside her. He pulled her against him. She came willingly, soft and warm, the sticky wetness of his cum still on her face as one breast pressed to his side.

Outside, the horde kept crashing against the walls.

Inside the room, the only movement left was the slow settling of their breathing as the night stretched on.