Part 1

Gazing out of the snow-specked office windows at the clouds in the distance on that brisk Tuesday morning, I could not shake the memory of the fiery encounter between Jennifer and I a few weeks prior. I casually looked down at the light grey carpet beneath my black swivel chair, and could still see faint outlines where the pools of Jen's love had soaked through. The wall behind me also contained multiple scuffs from where the back of my tall office chair had slammed against it, over and over. I hadn't bothered to clean either the wall or carpet, as it made me smile each time I reflected upon them. Looking around to ensure the coast was clear, I slid open my locking desk drawer just a crack to reveal Jen's very soiled black lace thong. She had worn it the rest of that day, our collective juices still leaking out of her. Just before we left for the night, she peeled it off and placed it in my desk drawer for me. It was heavily coated in a mixture of both of our love, and the scent, although light, was still intoxicating.

"Again?" Jen's voice giggled as she heard the desk drawer slide open for the 10th time that morning.

"I needed a pen..." I retorted.

"Sure..." she laughed sarcastically, then her voice turned to a whisper, "Are we still on for this weekend baby? I need you..."

"Absolutely," I replied eagerly, "I canceled all of my plans for the rest of eternity so I can spend every waking moment with you babe." We both laughed, excited and deeply desiring each other's touch. Reassured with my confirmation of our plans, Jen returned to her work. Although I couldn't see it, I could tell that she was smiling, knowing that the weekend would be filled with just us.

Our schedules had been so full when we started our relationship, that we had only been on one other short date together since our forbidden office encounter. That was all coming to an end though, as we had spent our entire second date aligning our schedules so we could spend more time with one another. Jen was in school most nights, working on an advanced degree, and I was involved in a lot of local sports teams that ate up my weekends and a few week nights. The first couple weeks were tricky trying to see each other outside of work. In fact, even the night of our first office encounter, our evening date was cut short due to Jennifer needing to finish a last minute assignment for her degree. We had dinner and made it back to her house, but just as we were fixing drinks, her classmate had notified her of the assignment. Jen was so sweet that she offered for me sleep over while she worked on her laptop in bed next to me. Sometime around midnight when her assignment was complete, she curled up next to me. We didn't have enough time for sex the next morning, and as we rushed to get ready for work, I could tell it had bothered her.

As the morning snow fell gently outside the office windows, I watched the nearby mountains turn from a brownish-tan into a pure white. I imagined Jen's fair skin as that same falling snow, covering me, wishing the weekend would come sooner. I began to replay the events of our first physical encounter back in my mind, as I had done 100's of times over the last few weeks. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jen and I shot straight up in our seats, and productivity never seemed higher.

"Hey team!" our boss exclaimed in an elevated tone. "This week's numbers already look great, all projects are going to plan, and our clients are happy! Keep up the good work! On that note, I am heading out for the rest of the day and leaving you two in charge. Linda should be back from her morning meeting in a half hour or so. I am not sure if she has any other meetings today, but regardless the office is yours, so please lock up at the end of the day." Our boss disappeared in a flash, the front doors locking behind him. Jen immediately turned around in her swivel chair, eyeing me ravenously. I shook my head, again with the naivety of youth. I figured even with a half hour, we didn't have enough time. Jen seemed to read my mind... but her cougar prowess was growing stronger.

"We don't have to have sex babe..." she started, pausing deeply, "I just want you in my mouth." I didn't know how to respond. As much as I wanted to be in her mouth, I was nervous about her first full oral encounter with me. Although I had experienced many blow jobs prior to this moment, I recognized that very few, if any, had ever really gotten me there. I had stage fright when it came to oral being preformed on me, and this was immediately setting off alarms. My first true oral encounter with this woman, in a public office space, when co-workers will be back soon, was not what I had in mind. Not only did it spell a recipe for disaster, but the stress of the moment started getting to me. As I began to overthink every tiny item that could go wrong, Jen walked over to me and placed her soft lips on mine in an endearing kiss. She pecked me a few more times before kneeling down down in front of my chair. Before I could protest, Jen started fidgeting with my belt, unbuckling it and my jeans below it. She slid my jeans down just enough, revealing my grey boxers. I began to protest, but as she slid the tight waistband of my boxers down further, my thick, throbbing cock popped out, practically smacking Jen in the face. She grinned at the sight of me which made me grow thicker by the second.

Slowly Jen leaned forward, simply kissing my erect shaft and head. It was more intimate than pleasurable, and I began to relax with each motion of her lips on my member. She did the opposite of what I expected, working her kisses from my head down to my balls, paying special attention to each of the clean shaven orbs in front of her. Slowly, she took the right one into her mouth. The warmth of her saliva sent a chill of pleasure down my spine. I let out a little moan as she moved to the left. She took that one in with ease and smiled up as me as she did. Our eyes met in a sensual gaze for a split second before the pleasure caused me to arc my head back in ecstasy. She sucked on them both until they pulled tight against my body, leaving little room for her mouth's warm embrace. At that moment, Jen worked her way back up my shaft, licking, and more importantly, sucking every inch back up to my throbbing head. I had never had a woman take her time like Jen did. Every other encounter I had experienced paled in comparison. She took her time, never actually taking my cock into her mouth, focusing on teasing my senses. As she worked her way up I moaned her name.

"Fuck, baby..." was all I could mutter, taking deep breaths with each suck she delivered to me. She never broke eye contact with me, despite me rearing my head back when things felt too intense. I watched the desk clock too, mindful of Linda's inevitable return. Seeing that almost 20 minutes had elapsed from out boss walking out, I realized that time was of the essence. I tired to warn Jen, but her skillful mouth-work kept my intruding thoughts at bay. Eventually I gave in, focusing only on her mouth and her eyes staring lovingly up at me. Not only had I never experienced head like this, but I certainly never experienced it in a public place... with a time restraint. It only made the moment more taboo for me. I could feel her hands on my thighs, waiting for them to work the lower part of my thick shaft, but Jen was determined to finish me with just her mouth. I moaned her name loudly as she moved her lips from my shaft to finally engulf the tip of my throbbing head.

As Jen took my head into her mouth completely, I realized that I was already there, the build up from her teasing had been so intense. I softly moaned that I was close and without skipping a beat, she nodded, still maintaining eye contact with me. Her mouth full of my cock, she did her best to tell me to cum. Sliding her mouth fully over my thick cock, taking me in completely, I felt the tip of my member hit the back of her throat. Jen gagged slightly, but recovered quickly as she applied more pressure with her warm tongue. I could feel myself starting to hit the climax. She sucked hard, and moved up and down. I could feel the cum rising from my swollen balls.

"I'm gonna cum baby..." I moaned. Jen nodded again in approval, creating a perfect seal around my cock with her mouth. As she did, she fondled my balls with her left hand, while sliding her right hand up the front of my shirt, pulling my chest hair lightly. That was all I needed. I moaned her name loudly as I began to cum. I felt the explosion of my cock shoot the first warm load into the back of her throat. Rope after rope of hot cum shot into her mouth and throat. Without missing a beat, Jen swallowed it all, keeping me warmly inside of her mouth. My hands gripped the chair, white knuckling as the intensity grew. I completely filled her mouth and as the throbbing subsided, I looked down at her. She was smiling as she pulled off of me, little drips of my cum on the edges of her pink lips. My cock was coated in a mixture of her saliva and lipstick. I oozed a few more drops of precious nectar, and Jen quickly licked them off of me, showing me the cum on her tongue before swallowing.

Just then the lock on the front office doors clicked. Linda was back from her morning meeting. Jen shot up quickly and I pulled my boxers and jeans up faster than ever before. I could feel myself still leaking into my cotton boxers. I slid my chair back under my desk, not having time to button my jeans or buckle my belt. Jen didn't even flinch as Linda walked in, setting down a stack of paperwork on Jen's desk. Jen's mouth was wet with saliva and her lips shined, coated in messed up lipstick and my fresh cum. She calmly acknowledged the paperwork with a cute smile, and casually dismissed herself without saying a word. Linda was none the wiser to Jen, but focused on me as she began to regale me with the story behind her client's paperwork. My hands were trembling with delight, still riding the orgasm down, only catching every other word that came out of Linda's mouth. Normally I would have taken notes, but I was too shook up.

"Are you ok?" Linda finally asked, realizing that I was barely paying attention. I could feel myself still leaking into my boxers, my cock throbbing with each elevated heart beat. Before I could come up with an answer, Jen snuck back into our office, face and lips completely clean, and made up some excuse for me... something about my recent break up and that I was going through a rough time. I smirked; Jen was so smooth. Linda acknowledged me with a sympathetic smile, then repeated herself to Jen. This time around I was able to take a couple notes while Jen listened intensely. Linda wished me well and returned to her office. Jen and I shared a silly yet understanding look, and broke out into giggles. We divided the paperwork between us and returned to work.

"You heard her, right?" Jennifer asked me with a devious tone.

"Not really..." I replied, "But this all looks pretty standard."

"Not about the paperwork silly," Jen laughed, "She has to leave again at 1:00PM for another project meeting."

"Oh, I didn't catch that part... I am a little pre-occupied here." I responded slyly.

"I think you mean post-occupied," Jen quipped, her voice getting low into a whisper again. "You got to finish... but I didn't. So at exactly 1:05PM, its my turn."

I was completely floored by Jen's comment. I didn't even know how to respond. I tried desperately to think of a witty comeback, but all of my metal capacity was still working on processing the best blow job I had ever received. Jennifer saw me struggling.

"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you." she joked with a smile, returning to her work. The minutes ticked on and work seemed to drag. I had never waited longer for my lunch break. Just as the clock struck noon, I dismissed myself to the bathroom. I checked my boxers, still slightly moist from the little bit of cum that had leaked into them post blow job. I did the best I could to dry them and also worked on regaining my composure, knowing that this would be the second time that I would enter Jennifer. I splashed a bit of water on my face to calm me down. Wiping off, I pulled myself together and exited the restroom and walked to the small kitchen to grab my lunch. Linda and Jennifer both stood in the kitchen chatting. I grabbed my lunch from the refrigerator.

"I am so sorry that you are still dealing with that drama with your ex," Linda said sympathetically. "Its too bad things didn't work out. She seemed like a good girl."

"She was until she wasn't," I replied, apathetically. It was the truth.

"I understand that. I've been there before," Linda emphasized, "You're young, just give it time, you'll find someone perfect." Linda, who was well into her 50's, paused a moment, looked at Jennifer, then back at me... "It's too bad you two aren't closer in age, you'd make a gorgeous couple."

"We really would, wouldn't we?" Jen agreed with an innocent smile.

"Oh, I could never, Jen is out of my league for sure..." I said, blushing. It wasn't an act, I truly believed it.

"Maybe in another life then," Linda laughed, "But if you two ever do end up together, I think you owe it to me for speaking it into existence."

Jennifer shot me a sneaky look, knowing the truth. Her and I both laughed it off and took our lunches into the common area to eat. Linda joined us, although she spent most of the time looking over her contracts from the other day. We all made small talk and learned that Linda not only had to leave for a meeting at 1:00PM, but would be gone the rest of the afternoon as well. Linda confirmed that our boss was not returning for a day or two as he had back to back offsite meetings and projects to attend to. The office was ours in less than one hour. It was longest hour of work I ever experienced despite being on lunch. Slowly, the time ticked away and we all finished up. Linda returned to her office to gather a few things as Jen and I cleaned up. She passed us in the hall on her way out and wished us a good afternoon. Jen left me in the kitchen to clean the last of the counters. I heard her rummaging around in the side of the main office, and at the same time I heard the front doors lock. Linda had left. I quickly finished my cleaning job, grabbed two glasses, and a fresh bottle of gin.

When I returned to our little office, the lights were already off. Jen had a large blanket under her arm. I set down the glasses and poured us both a stiff drink as she spread the blanket out on the floor. There was just enough room for it to fit comfortably between our desks and the windows.

"Where did you get the blanket?" I asked.

"Supply closet. There's a few of them back there from an event we did a before you got here," Jen replied, as she watched Linda get into her car three stories below, confirming that we were truly alone again. "They come in handy when the power goes out. It freezes in here."

I was nervous. Although Jen and I had traded a few pictures and videos, I had yet to see her fully naked. She wore dark blue jeans and a loose fitting white blouse that hid her figure from me. She had put her long blonde hair up in a tight bun. Standing in the center of the blanket, Jen had already kicked off her shoes and socks. My heart raced. I walked over to her, handing her a glass. We both took a sip. I put an arm around her, my hand resting in the small of her back. Jen and I pressed our lips together in a familiar kiss. We had been sneaking kisses here and there over the last few weeks, being sure to always start and end the day with one. We had grown so accustomed to each other's kissing that we easily melted into each other. Our kissing increased, quickly turning from smoldering embers into a raging fire. Jen paused a moment for us to take another sip of gin, and then set both of our glasses on to her desk. When she leaned in for the next kiss, I could taste the juniper on her breath. It tasted better on her than in the glass. She pressed me up against the wall as she started to unbutton my shirt. When she got to the last button, she untucked it from my waist, and began to work on my belt. At the same time, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a cream colored bra beneath. Just before I slid her shirt off, Jen grasped my arms, looking up at me. I stared back into her bright blue eyes, and for the first time, I noticed the nervousness deep within them. The passion, the emotions, the heat, the entire office grew still in an instant.

"You know I really...... I mean, really, like you, right?" Jen started.

"Of course, and I really like you," I affirmed, not knowing where she was going with it, but sensing her nerves growing with each passing second.

"I was originally planning that this first time would be at my house," she continued, her voice wavering, knowing what she wanted to say, but not knowing how. "I just thought it would... I don't know.... you're young... and what if??? I don't know..."

"Jennifer, I adore you. Whatever it is you have to say, you can tell me," I encouraged softly. The use of Jen's first name seemed to snap her out of it a bit.

"You have to remember," Jen paused, really summoning her inner courage. "I am 10 years older than you. I don't look the way I used to, and I certainly don't look like your ex-girlfriend... I am not as thin as I want to be."

"Hey, hey. Look at me," I interrupted, "From everything I've seen so far, I think you are breathtaking, Jen. I understand that you may feel a little self conscious, but you have to remember, I desire YOU.

Jennifer blushed and her grasp loosened slightly, but she still seemed a little nervous.

I continued to speak. "Besides... you know my top kinks are squirting and older women, so you kind of fit the bill... you know... since you're a squirting older woman," I joked, to ease the tension.

"You're ridiculous," Jen said laughing and lightly slapping my chest in disapproval of my joke. "Fine. You have to promise to tell me what you honestly think though. If I am not good enough, you can tell me."

Jennifer stepped back slowly. She slid her unbuttoned blouse down off of her shoulders revealing her entire midsection to me for the first time. As I had said before, she had a thin build, with just a few extra pounds. I took a second to study her. Her soft, pale shoulders lead down to her pronounced collarbones, where just beneath, her supple double D breasts were contained neatly in her cream colored bra. I had seen them in person only once before, remembering that even at 37, they were still so perky and yet dropped slightly just from their size. From there, her torso narrowed until it reached her hips. The extra pounds she was ever so conscious of, rested here. Her milky hips curved upward and spilled just slightly over her low rise jeans. Her soft stomach carried a little extra weight as well, but I immediately recognized that her jeans made it seem so.

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Without a reaction, I stepped forward, and unbuttoned her jeans. They fit tight around her waist, and offered a little resistance as I slid them over her thick ass. As I did, I worked my hands over her ass feeling every inch of her soft skin. They quickly came off from there as her legs were extremely toned. Once her jeans were completely off, I hungrily ran my hands from her ankles all the way up to her hips, resting them there with a lover's touch. Jen softly unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor as I grasped her matching cream colored lacey thong, and slid it down. Once free of her luscious ass, it fell quickly to the floor. I stepped back to admire her. It was obvious that despite her own insecurities, she took extremely good care of herself. Her curves were absolutely stunning, and I barely noticed the extra pounds she worried so much about now that she was naked. Jen was the picture of what every young man dreams of in an older woman... she was truly the perfect definition of a cougar. Her silky smooth skin was intimately pale, with soft pink painted just around her areolas and tight pussy.

"You are beautiful... absolutely perfect," I said, looking deeply into Jen's eyes. She didn't respond. She didn't need to. She knew I meant it, and that was all she needed to ignite the flame again. Jen stepped toward me and unbuttoned my jeans for the second time that day. She tugged them off of me quickly and my boxers went with them. She stepped back to admire me. I was average height and a medium, athletic build at the time. I was lean, tan, and took very good care of my body. She giggled, holding back a cute shriek. She lunged toward me, running her hands all over my body, tracing my muscles. I let her admire me for a few moments, as it boosted my confidence through the roof. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her in close. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and my cock pressed into the front of her pussy. I could feel the slick wetness of her lips as they grazed my shaft, causing it to stiffen. There we stood, skin on skin, warm and completely nude against each other for the first time.

Jen and I kissed. It was not nearly as soft or as tender as many of our first kisses had been. It was hot, fiery, aggressive. I barely had a moment to breathe as we intertwined tongues and lips. As we kissed, we melted to the floor until Jen was laying on her back, and I knelt above her. Slowly, my kisses migrated from her mouth, to her neck and chin, then down to her shoulders. I followed her pronounced collarbones south until I found my way to her supple breasts. Her silky pale skin turned to a soft pink around the edges of her perfectly round areolas. Her nipples were a dark pink and almost appeared flat upon her large breasts... that is, until I began to kiss them. Just like our last office encounter, they immediately became swollen and engorged as I kissed and teased them with my tongue. Jen let out a moan as I took one into my mouth completely, sucking on it gently, and increasing pressure with time.

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I used one hand to hold myself up above her, but with the other, I twisted and teased her other nipple between my fingers. She continued to moan and squirm with pleasure, so I moved my mouth and hand to the opposite breast, respectively. Jen wiggled, barely able to contain herself. The last time this happened, I was inside her, but this time, I was solely focused on her nipples. I realized that she was getting close to orgasm. I became completely consumed in seeing if this was enough to get her there. She moaned for more, but at the same time, she seemed to want me to stop. I pulled my mouth off of her tight swollen nipple to ask for her consent to continue and she agreed begrudgingly. I stalled a little longer, as I didn't know what to do. She immediately pressed her hand to my head, forcing me back down onto her nipple. I began to suck on it again, flicking it with my tongue. My other hand softly pinched, twisted, and squeezed her nipple and breast. I could feel Jen tensing up below me, and before I could even react, she let out a scream and I felt warm, wet fluid splashing all over my bare thighs. She had squirt so hard, it had hit my upper thighs and ran down to my knees that rested on the blanket. I pulled my mouth from her breast, sitting up and working both nipples with my hands now as she let out two or three more soft squirts, covering my lap in her steaming sex.

"Oh my god!" Jen exclaimed, sitting up straight, "I've... I've never squirted from just nipple stimulation before. I mean, I sometimes orgasm... but never... I've never squirted. I am so sorr----"

"I fucking loved it!!!" I cut her off, "We need to do it again!" I began to move toward her nipples again, but was stopped by a firm hand pressing my head away and downward. I looked up, and in between the few seconds of Jen's apology, and my encouragement, her whole attitude had shifted. She now looked upon me hungrily with the eyes of a cougar on the hunt, yet with the innocence of a virgin. It was the same look she gave after my approval of her naked form. I realized that my approval meant the world to her. As long as she knew I desired her, her embarrassment, her insecurity, her worry, evaporated immediately. Jen sought my approval the way a sub seeks the approval of a dom... and as soon as the approval is given, all was perfect. Yet, in the same breath, her hand pressing my head away was so dominating. I was never more confused, but also never more thrilled.

"Daddy," Jen said softly, with longing eyes, "Can you clean me up?"

I was in a daze. I couldn't believe that this older woman, this cougar, was talking to me so submissively. I looked down at her swollen, tight pussy, covered in squirt. It looked delicious, but on the other hand, I had just given her the very first nipple stimulated squirting orgasm of her life. I then looked back to her breasts; my youthful, competitive nature wanting to make her squirt from nipple play again. I couldn't decide.

"Daddy!" Jen's voice shifted and commanded the atmosphere, "Eat my pussy!"

Jen's submissive persona was gone and her inner cougar took over. She knew exactly what she wanted and utilized her power to get it. I shifted my body down until my shoulders were below Jen's hips. I leaned downward and despite having eaten many before hers, Jen's pussy still gave off little to no scent. Her essence was light and refreshing. I leaned forward, enjoying the tightness of her lips, the pink color of her sensitive, intimate skin. The beads of squirt on her lips and inner thighs glistened in the soft grey hue of the snowy light coming into the tinted office windows. I was entranced in the beauty of Jen's sex organ, when I felt her press my head downward again.

"Eat it Daddy..." Jen commanded again, falling somewhere between the aggressive cougar and submissive woman.

I moved my head into position between her thighs and began to lick. I started at the base of her pussy. I teased her tiny taint, before working my tongue from the base of her lips up the left side until I crested her clitoris, and then back down the right. Jen let out a moan. I worked my way back up the opposite way, moving from right to left this time. I worked my tongue up and down her labia until she could bare it no more. She begged for me to put my tongue in her or to lick her clit. I chose to do both. I alternated between sliding my tongue into her tight pussy, past her swollen lips, and then returning to the exterior to caress her clit. Jen moaned and wriggled with each alternating technique. She told me she was close, and I began to focus on just her clit. I licked, flicked, and sucked on her swollen little clit until she was bucking her hips into me.

"I want to squirt in your mouth... like last time!" Jen screamed.

"Mhmm," I nodded with approval, a mouth full of her pussy.

"I want to squirt down your throat!" Jen moaned.

Just as I began to nod again, Jen's hips bucked hard. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, covering her lips and entire pussy, still being sure to work her clit with my tongue. Jen screamed as she shot the first huge gush of squirt right into my mouth and the back of my throat. I felt her pussy contract on my lips as she forced spray after spray of her love into my mouth and on my face. I swallowed as much as I could, trying to also savor her light, yet sexual flavor. She moaned my name and cried Daddy with each intense contraction of her body. Her squirt covered my face and ran down my chin, dripping to the ground below. I had swallowed as much as I could, and it was also my first sexual experience where I had the feeling of being full from drinking so much. I was in awe of this woman. I moved up her body, and held her close as she began to shiver with the aftershock orgasms. Squirt leaked from her pussy with each intense shiver, soaking the blanket below us. I kissed her face and neck softly to help her ride the waves down.

After a minute or so, the intensity seemed to cease and the fire returned to Jen's eyes. She kissed me a few passionate times and then asked me to get back on top. Kneeling over her on all fours, I could feel the tip of my throbbing cock brushing against her pussy. With each encounter, Jen moaned, her clit still so sensitive from the oral she had received. She let out a few tiny squirts as I slid the shaft of my cock up and down her pussy lips. She had her legs spread just enough to receive me, and with one hand she reached to stroke me. I had been so turned on up to that point that pre-cum oozed from my head with each stroke. She used it like lube, grasping my engorged member, sliding her hands up and down. I grew harder and thicker with each pump.

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Finally, Jen aligned the head of my cock with her lips and I entered her. I tried to enter her slowly as to not stretch her tiny pussy too much, but I didn't need to. She was already so slick and her lips were so hungry that she engulfed my entire head in one thrust. I paused a moment to test the waters and she begged for more. I slid the entirety of myself into her. As I did, she spread her legs wide and I bottomed out into her cervix. I wasn't huge, nor was she shallow, but it seemed that our bodies were perfectly matched to one another. My balls rested against her tiny asshole, my shaft completely inside of her, and her pussy had just the right amount of depth to accept. We gazed into each other's eyes, savoring the moment, both of us silently realizing that we were truly built for one another. Although this had happened on our first encounter, it seemed that now, in this moment, we recognized the gravity of it. Slowly, I slid backward, letting her lips really grip my shaft and stopped at the base of my thick head. I slid back in at a painstaking pace, looking down, watching myself be consumed by her. As I bottomed out again, I sat up slightly and lifted each of her legs onto my shoulders. Placing my hands back down onto the ground, I increased the pace. I thrusted in and out, working her over.

"Oh fuck baby!" Jen exclaimed, "It feels so good. You're so deep."

"Your lips are so tight," I replied. Despite having already cum hard from her intense morning blow job, I could feel myself building with thrust.

"Will you cum in me again Daddy?" Jen asked with her big blue eyes gleaming.

"Of course. But only if you cum with me," I answered.

I leaned back downward to kiss Jen, bending her in half in order to do so. It only deepened the pleasure. With her legs pinned between my shoulders and hers, I began to fuck her vigorously. During many of our long nights of phone sex, I had learned that she could orgasm continuously, so I paid it no attention when she exclaimed that she was going to cum. Jen's pussy contracted hard and her cervix bared down on the head of my cock. The tightness was so intense, yet so pleasurable. She screamed my name as she began to squirt. The pressure from her squirt pushed my cock straight out as she covered it and my balls with her warm juices. Before she could let out a second gush, I forced my cock back into her. It caused her to stall and fill with more fluid. Normally her second, third, and following squirts diminished in volume, but this tactic seemed to change that. As I held myself deep within her, thrusting lightly, but extremely quick, I could feel Jen's cervix pressing hard on the tip of my cock. She bore down again with every muscle in her stomach and pelvis, only this time, I knew what to do.

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Just as I felt the warmth of her squirt fill her pussy around my throbbing cock, I pulled out hard and fast. I looked down and her pussy was completely gaping, but only for a split second. Then she tightened with all her might and sprayed an enormous gush of squirt. Because I had her folded in half, she shot her huge stream of squirt straight up. I leaned back to catch what I could in my mouth, the rest coated my face, my neck, and my chest. I was soaked. I could see that Jen was constricting again, preparing for a third squirt so I slid back into her. She screamed in ecstasy. After a few very hard thrusts, I could tell she was ready again. Jen's pussy walls constricted so tightly and her cervix pressed harder and harder agaisnt the tip of my head. It was almost painful. Just as before, I pulled out so hard and fast, her body didn't have time to react and she squirted the largest gush yet, but this time, it was from a completely gaping pussy. Rather than a tight stream, she exploded all over, soaking us both, covering the blanket, the floor, and even the windows next to us.

This time I allowed her to keep squirting, as I could tell she was taxed. I was too. I could also tell that I was right on the edge. She squirted stream after stream, the volume reducing with each additional orgasm. She melted into the blanket below. I held her tight and helped her to regain herself. Once the squirting turned back into a small leak, I reassumed my position and slid gently into her trembling pussy. I had already lowered her legs to either side of me and just wanted to take the finish nice and easy.

"Is that ok?" I asked her quietly as I started to thrust into her in a casual pace.

"It's perfect," she replied, "I don't want to squirt this time. Can we take it slow?"

"Absolutely," I answered sweetly, then joked, "I guess I tamed the cougar, huh?"

"Hardly..." she laughed, but she knew it was true, even if just for the moment.

We took it extremely slow for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's bodies and the intimacy between them. Even at this pace, I could feel myself getting close. I asked Jen if she was close too. She nodded, and without saying a word, she pulled my head down to hers and we kissed. Out lips stayed together, making out passionately as I increased the pace. I thrust deeper and deeper into her. Her breasts pressed against my chest as our tongues wove a tapestry of which I am certain I had not experienced since high school make out sessions long ago. She gripped my back and her nails softly dug into me as we grew closer to the edge. I could feel the rise of an intense orgasm starting to build, first in my balls as my scrotum tightened, then up my shaft, and finally into my head. Jen's pussy tightened around me, gripping my shaft and preparing to receive my love. Between kisses, we both moaned and whispered in broken words that we were going to cum.

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At that moment, I thrust into Jen one final time, and I felt myself begin an intense orgasm. I shot a huge burst of cum deep inside her just as she rolled her head back to scream. Her pussy contracted tightly around me but not in the way it had before. This time it was different. She intended to keep every ounce of me inside of her. She screamed my name as her orgasm intensified, while I shot rope after rope of cum into her. I had been worried that the morning blow job would have left me a little light, but the afternoon teasing, coupled with the foreplay on Jen overflowed me. I thrust softly a few more times to ensure Jen's orgasm was complete and it helped me pump the last of myself into her. I looked down and cum was already starting to spill from the tight lips of her pussy. I eased myself out of her and watched my cum dripping out of her. She could feel it too and clenched tight to keep as much of it in as she could.

"I love having your cum inside me," she smiled, "Can I clean you up?" I collapsed onto the wet blanket beneath us and she rolled over, careful to keep the cum inside her pussy. She tenderly licked my shaft and head, cleaning our love from my cock. It throbbed with each heart beat and was extremely sensitive, but she handled it with such care that it felt amazing. She then fell to the floor next to me, laying her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her. I was still shivering with the intenseness of the huge orgasm. We looked at the windows. They were completely fogged over from the heat of our bodies and the snow still falling outside. Despite it being below freezing just feet away from us, our naked bodies radiated warmth. After we both had a few minutes to catch our breath, we became very aware of the wetness of the blanket below us. We giggled and stood up.

Jen and I were both still covered in squirt, sweat, and cum. I retrieved the towel from my gym bag and tossed it to Jen. Once she had dried herself off, she handed it back to me. I was definitely the wetter of the two of us and she apologized for squirting so much. She only half meant it. In reality, Jen was just elated to have a partner who was fulfilling her needs again. Once dry, we both pulled on our clothes, and cleaned the office as best we could. We wiped the windows and put the blanket into a bag so Jen could take it home to wash it. There was nothing we could do about the carpet however, as it was soaked through, but I didn't mind because the room smelled ever so lightly of Jen now. Jen and I finished off our gin that had long since been forgotten and returned to work for just the little time we had left. At 5:00PM, we locked up and headed out for the night. That night we didn't even bother with phone sex as we usually did. We just spent the night talking and getting to know each other even better. We made plans for the weekend and talked about all the things we wanted to do with each other... and to each other. The night grew late and we both slipped off to sleep.

The next morning, I entered the office to find my locked office drawer open just a tad. I shot a look around, worried that maybe my boss had opened it. Sliding it open, I no longer saw the black lace thong that had been in there for weeks. My heart sank, until I pulled it open a little more and saw that it had been replaced by a freshly used cream colored one... the one Jen had worn just the day before. And just like the black one, it was coated in a mixture of both of our love.

"Again?" Jennifer joked, walking in with a hot cup of coffee for both of us.

"I needed another pen," I answered with a grin...