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As I sank into the silky wetness of Beth's pussy, she let out a satisfied cry at the same time a deep moan escaped my lips.

"I think I've found my new favorite place in the world," I said as I started to fuck.
 
I clung to him, my legs tightly around his waist as he fucked me against the wall of the shower. My cock would push in deep and he accentuated his words with hard thrusts into me. His hips slapping against me as I screamed in pleasure. "Yes! Oooh fuck yes!" I moaned, tilting my head back against the wall. My breasts bouncing against my chest for his viewing pleasure.
 
God, but fucking again felt good! And having a partner like Elizabeth made it that much better. Who knows what would happen after this fervor had a chance to cool and we had time to think about it, but at the moment, I was willing to take advantage of the situation as long as it presented itself.

I loved how those lovely, natural breasts bounced as we fucked. I worked with a woman who had tits this size, but her husband had no problem letting anyone who'd listen know how much they'd set him back. These were the real thing, and they were fabulous. Best of all, at least for the moment, they were mine!

Y'know how you always sound better when you sing in the shower? Goes for fucking, too. All the animal sounds and raucous begging and demands became amplified in the confined, smooth-surfaced space.

And it'd been so long since I'd had a woman Beth's age, I forgot how young pussy grips a cock. It was as if we hadn't already fucked a couple times, not so long ago. It just built me toward orgasm much faster than it might have otherwise.

"Fuck, but I love your pussy," I panted as I felt my cum rising quickly...
 
"Oh god this feels so good!!" I screamed, my pussy soaked around his cock as it began to tighten while my little tremors rocked through me. Another orgasm rising to the surface as I clung to him. Tightening my hold on him with needy whimpers. "Ooh fuuuuck I'm going to cum! Make me cum!!" My toes began to curl.

I didn't know how things would change between us after this, if anything would. I didn't know if this would be a one time thing or if there would be more moments like this. I hoped there would be more moments like this but I'd understand if there weren't. So for now, I let my brain purely focus on the cock inside of me and on how good everything felt.
 
As Beth begged/demanded I get her off, I increased my thrusts, bouncing her harder on my cock, her pussy slamming harder against me on each stroke.

My own climax was getting closer too. I'd probably need a break for a while after this, but I was prepared to make this beautiful, horny girl cum as many times as she wanted.

"You're going to make me cum again, too. Cum, Beth. Cum hard. You're even more beautiful when you cum."

By this time each thrust was a hard, jarring thump.

Remembering what she'd responded to outside, I wrapped my hand into her hair and pulled...
 
His thrusts became hard and jarring as his hand wrapped into my wet locks. Giving my hair a tug, making me scream in pleasure as my head was tilted back, as he demanded me to cum. And as if to obey this demand, and my own plea, my body came undone. "FUUUUCK!" I screamed as my body trembled against him. Wrecked with the powerful force of my orgasm as I came hard for him. "Oooh goood! Cum for me Dan! I want you to cum!!" I whimpered for him, my pussy was practically gushing as I was fucked through my orgasm. Begging for his cum with, needy for it. Needy to feel it spurting inside of me and making me warm. My pussy quivered as it seemed to be milking him for all he was worth.
 
It didn't take much of this slamming - and hair pulling - to push Beth over the edge. Her cunt grabbed hold tighter as she gushed around me and her halting demand for my own cum helped to tumble me over.

I pumped another load into her pussy, just as she wanted. Just as I wanted, too. This orgasm seemed at least as big as the last ones had. This woman knew how to get the cum out of me.

Unfortunately, as good things do too quickly it was over. We both panted, looking the other deep in the eyes.

My hand was still tangled in Beth's hair. My cock slowly softened inside her and I looked at the hair in my hand.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked, tightening my grip and giving a gentle tug.
 
We were both left a little breathless by the time we had rode out our respective orgasms. Panting, our gazes met through hooded eyes fogged with the remnants of lust and desire. My womb had pumped full of his warm, thick cum. Making my stomach feel warm. His hand was still tangled in my hair, and as he gave it another gentle tug, I whimpered in response to his question. Squirming just a bit as I blushed. My head slightly spinning from my heavy breaths and the steam of the shower. "Uh huh....I like having someone pull my hair during sex or play with it to relax me...."
 
I got the impression the wild stuff was over. Hopefully not forever, but nobody can fuck 24/7.

"I like your hair. I'll remember that," I said as I felt my now-soft cock fall free.

Lowering her to the floor, I made sure she was able to stand before I let go.

"Boy, you got rid of that braid in a hurry," I laughed as I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and started in on washing her hair, not caring whether she'd already done so...
 
I blushed as he commented on how fast I'd taken out the braid while he washed my hair. My back to his chest, my head tilted back as he lathered the shampoo. "I've had experience getting my hair undone from styles. But I did like the braid. Did...Did Sarah teach you how to do that o-or did you like...have sisters growing up?" I asked carefully. Hesitating a bit.
 
Beth's question told me our recent experience hadn't scared her off. That was good. I liked her, and it wasn't because she was pretty and fucked like an animal. Those were definitely ticks in her favor, but it wasn't all I liked about her.

"The longer you know me, the more you'll learn Sarah is responsible for a lot of my behavior.

"When I met her, Sarah's hair was pretty short. Had to do with her competitive swimming days. She let her hair grow at my suggestion. However, she told me I'd have to learn how to help her keep it from floating everywhere when she was in the water. It took some time before I got any good at it, but I found I liked the look of a woman with a long queue."

I was slowly massaging Beth's scalp as I talked, and she just leaned into it like a cat when you're scratching its head.

"I hope you don't mind that I've been calling you 'Beth' these last couple times. 'Elizabeth' just feels like a mouthful to use on a regular basis, and you don't really look like a 'Liz' to me. But if you prefer the full name, by all means, that's what I'll use."
 
"Mmmnh...I don't mind. I always went by Liz cause it's what my dad calls me so when I started to giving folks a shorter version to use, I defaulted to Liz." I tell him, shrugging. Beth was nice. Mari's mom had called me Beth...and then Mari was the only one to call me that. And then she'd only call me that when she wanted something. I quickly pushed that thought and memory away. I wasn't going there. Not right now. I'd come to him to relax and boy did he find one hell of a way to relax me. I wasn't ruining that. Not for either of us.

"And yeah. Trying to swim with long hair not up in a ponytail or a braid is kinda obnoxious. But I used to love it as a kid. Made me feel like a mermaid." I tell him, giggling. Still leaning into his touch and his fingers in my hair.
 
I was reaching the end of dealing with her hair, so I brought her under the water to rinse, which halted her explanation briefly.

Her hair done, I soaped my hands and began latherimg her body, not wanting anything more between my hands and her skin but some suds. Her curves were heaven beneath my touch, and I luxuriated in every glorious inch of her, lingerimg on her beautiful breasts, pussy and ass.

"One day, Sarah and I had just finished having sex and she asked me:

" 'Do you ever wonder what it tastes like?'

"My reponse was:

" ' What does what taste like?'

"She said, 'What you just shot into me.'

"I told her, 'Never really gave it much thought.'

'Wanna give it a try?'

"I wasn't sure and I said so.

"She begged me, and so I got down and started to lick our combined orgasm out of her. The taste wasn't bad, but what I liked most was Sarah's reaction. It became a regular thing after a while and I got to where, particularly because of the response from the pussy owner, I grew to relish going down after cumming."

By this time, Beth was all coated in soap. I wanted to just keep touching her, but the hot water wasn't going to last forever, so I put her under the spray to rinse again so I could get mysel cleaned up, in preparation for what the rest of the day might offer...
 
I listened to his explanation about earlier. Having eaten me out after emptying his cum inside of me. The memory brought back to the forefront of my mind with a bitten down moan as his hands lingered at my ass and my pussy while I was lathered with body wash. I squirm a little. Rubbing my thighs together. "It was the first time I've had that happen... Hell it's been the best sex I've had in a long while." I admit before I'm nudged under the water to get rinsed off.
 
I smiled. "I'm glad you're okay with it. Sarah got me in the habit. She liked being assured an orgasm during sex, and eating pussy's one of my favorite things. The clean-up just makes it kinky and taboo."

I watched the water cascade over Beth's gorgeous curves once again as she rinsed. As I'd said: I could watch her all day.

"Let me get cleaned up and we can go swimming, we can find something to eat, there's a lot of day left.

"I assume you're staying here tonight, since it sounds like you need time away from what's going on at home? Do you need to stop back there and pick anything up? You certainly don't need more clothes, if you want my opinion."

It was amazing how quickly our relationship had changed. Suddenly, we were more than just prospective employer and job applicant. A lot more. At least, if the last hour or two was any indication. Beth didn't appear that she was having second thoughts about what we'd done, and I couldn't wait to have her around on a more permanent basis, even if we never did anything like this again.
 
I arched a brow as he suggested me not needing clothes while around. I giggled and flashed a smirk. "And what happens if you have company over and I'm left with no clothes? Unless you plan to flaunt and share me...we better go get some of my clothes, wouldn't you agree?" I asked him, teasing and flashing a wink before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. Wrapping it around me after I dried my hair a bit with it.
 
I almost told her she was the first person who'd been in this house, besides me, for three years, but realized that would sound really pathetic, and I'd already told her enough sob stories recently. So, I shot back,

"Share? I'm not so sure. Although, seeing you take on more than one cock might be kind of exciting. Flaunt? Oh, definitely. I'd be proud as hell to show others how beautiful you are. Still, you're probably right. We can stop by and pick up some of your things later. As I think I've told you, I have a friend who has told me I can borrow his pickup if you'd like to get started just wholesale moving your stuff today. Think about it. I'm good either way."

I then hurried to clean myself as Beth got out of the shower and started drying herself.

As I came out and started drying myself, I noticed Beth had waited for me.

"Have you decided what you'd like to do now? I'm okay with whatever."
 
I blushed brightly as he mentioned the idea of me taking on more than one cock could be kind of exciting. And apparently the rest of me thought so too as I felt that familiar heat stoke back to life between my legs. I was almost glad for him asking if I wanted to get started on moving things today. It gave my mind something else to focus on than a possible round 3 of him inside of me so soon. So while he showered and got cleaned, I waited and sat down on the floor with the towel around me. Knowing the moment we stepped out of the bathroom, the rest of the house would be a little cooler and the temperature difference would chill my skin.

Towel still around me, I got back up to my feet as he came out of the shower. I nodded in answer to his question. "Yeah. We don't have to get EVERYTHING today...but I can at least pack an overnight duffle bag with some of my bathroom things and some clothes while we make arrangements for the rest of my stuff."
 
Up until an hour or two ago, the statement about Beth taking on a bunch of cocks would have been wildly inappropriate. Considering what we'd done together, that kind of talk just seemed like the playful banter two lovers with a flair for the kinky would get into. Beth's deep blush and sheepish grin told me the notion wasn't offensive to her in the least.

"Sure, we can go get some of your stuff. I'll give a call about the truck for maybe next weekend."

With Beth seated on the floor, my soft cock wobbled right about her eye level. The possibilities started flooded my mind and I felt myself start to stiffen again.

While the prospect of fucking this incredible woman yet again was definitely not an odious one, there was shit to do. If we both weren't completely wiped later, maybe we'd try for round three... or was it four? I couldn't keep track.

Didn't matter. She was going to be living in my home. If she didn't jave some kind of last minute qualm about the right or wrong of what we'd done, I had little doubt it would happen again.

Tossing my wet towel over the bar, I slid my fingers between Beth's chest and the towel and pulled it away.

Letting out another small gasp at the reveal, I said with a smirk, "You do realize, this means we both have to get dressed again."
 
I gasped as he pulled the towel from me, but this time there was no shyness about the reveal. I had merely been startled by the sudden action. As he mentions getting dressed, I smirk and place my hands on my hips. "Yeah, but my clothes are right here..." I point to where I had kicked them off to the side. "Yours are in the bedroom if I'm recalling right." My smirk becomes a grin. The metaphorical ball was in his mental court now.
 
I'd been pretty perceptive with Beth so far, but now, I wasn't sure what she was getting at. The smile on her face said she was implying something, but I was stumped as to what. While we were still naked, my mind was more-or-less on the task of getting some of her stuff moved.

She'd only pointed to the heap of clothes in the corner, so without saying anything, I merely bent over, reached down and picked up the pile, then walked out of the room...
 
I watched him gather up my clothes and walk out of the room with them. My mouth agape. Touche, I thought.... I folded my arms over my chest, shivering a little as I stepped out of the steamy warm bathroom and followed him to his room. The steam wafting out of the room as the bathroom door opened. My nipples slightly perking from the cooler temperature, not that it would be noticed till I lowered my arms, and goosebumps were along my flesh from the slight chill.
 
I heard a gasp from behind me as I opened the bathroom door. The cooler air outside rolled in.

I finally got what Beth was being so smug about. She thought she'd get to dress in the warm and avoid the shock of the lower ambient temperature of the rest of the house.

The realization made me feel a little bad... a little, that is. It wasn't that chilly. At least, I didn't think so.

When Beth arrived, only a little behind me, she looked frozen.

"You look like you just stepped onto the arctic tundra. You're fine. Drop your arms. If we were preparing to fuck again, you wouldn't even notice the temperature."

Yeah, I could be an unfeeling jerk, but it wasn't really that cold. It was just the contrast that made it seem so.

I almost stepped up to her, making some comment about body heat, but while fucking the day away sounded like a damn good idea, there was work to be done. Besides, I'd cum several times already. I needed a break for a while. Doubtless if I was Beth's age, I'd be rarin' to go, even with the orgasms I'd had, but as it was, my tank had to be replenished.

"Much as I hate to say it, you probably should get dressed," I told her as I pulled on a pair of jeans.

I didn't mention underwear. I only wear it on rare occasions, like when wearing light-colored pants. Otherwise, I typically go commando...
 
I rolled my eyes and dropped my arms. Not really phased by the comment or the lack of feeling behind it. Fully aware I was being a bit of a baby about the temperature but I've always assumed that came as a natural reaction for someone born in the summer months like myself.

I dressed quickly, warming back up as I slipped into my clothes. I borrowed the nearest reflective surface around to run my fingers through my hair several times, while happily noting that compared to how down right exhausted I had looked at the coffee shop...I looked pretty fucking rejuvenated now.

Anyways, I ran my fingers through my hair several times, pleased that I didn't look so damn exhausted anymore, and then fidgety a little nervously as I shyly looked back at Dan. "Will you....please braid my hair again?"
 
At first, I wasn't sure Beth was going to obey my order. However, after an eye roll (which immediately prompted a "what's that about, young lady" type of thought to run through my mind) her arms went to her sides.

Yep, she was cold. Her nipples were stiff from the chill. It was an arousing look on her. I felt a stirring, anyhow. Nevertheless, I made no comment. She knew what she looked like, there was no need to point it out.

I was dressed quickly. When you only need pants and shirt - I had slip-on shoes I'd put on on the way out the door - it doesn't take long. So I sat on the bed and watched as Beth got dressed.

While it wasn't as fun as the other way around, seeing her body move was fascinating. I didn't take my eyes off her the whole time.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," I finally said, just as she was halfway into her shirt. It wasn't the most flattering look for her, but right at that moment, it came out.

The awkwardness of that statement at that particular moment wasn't lost on me, and I gave a little laugh.

When she came to me, fully dressed, after having run her fingers through her hair a few times, and asked me to braid it again, I smiled and told her, "Absolutely."

I got up and went to the bathroom and got a hairbrush from the vanity drawer. Sitting back down on the bed, I took Beth's hand and stood her where I wanted her.

Running the brush through her hair brought back the times Sarah had wanted me to do her hair for her. There were other times, that led to other things, but that was a story for another time.

As I separated her hsir into three pieces, I said, "I think the hair is probably the most sensual non-sexual part of a woman's body."

I then started laying one piece over the other, the way Sarah had taught me...
 
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