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Aisha entered the Blue Ranger's inner-sanctum and without preamble announced, "Hey, Billy; I'm really horny. Would you fuck me, please?"
"Hello, Rocky," the bespectacled youth mumbled facetiously, not glancing up from his computer monitor. His allusion was reinforced as --he noticed peripherally-- she thunked down on his couch, sprawling comfortably. If she asks me how many people I've done on that couch, I'm gonna....
"Nice sofa," Aisha commented conversationally, patting it with one hand. "How..."
Here it comes!
"... about you join me on it?" she finished.
Billy let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Just let me finish this," he replied in a distracted-sounding voice, still busily typing away.
"Wrong answer," the perky young woman declared, climbing to her feet. "Hit the save button, boy; 'cause here I come!"
Billy barely had time to take her advice as she spun his chair around and hauled him to his feet by the front of his pants. She attacked his mouth hungrily as she quickly stripped him. Knowing better than to be contrary, he gave in and helped her do likewise. Barely had they achieved total nudity when Aisha pushed him to the floor and climbed on top of him for a sixty-nine.
She had his pole in her mouth before they had even settled comfortably. Her lips clamped just below his coronal ridge, her fist steadying him at the base as she twisted her head from side to side, sliding her succulent lips along the sensitive area. The Blue Ranger grunted in pleasure, then snaked his tongue up onto her hooded clit, teasing it into the open. As he lapped at the delicate petals of her sex and drove his tongue inside the flowing channel, Aisha moaned around his meat and began bobbing her head, taking as much of his thick tool into her mouth as she could.
Billy's fingers dug into her beautiful, round asscheeks as he pulled her muff harder onto his face. His tongue drilled deep; then he darted his mouth up to suck on her clit. Aisha squealed and ground harder, as her suction on his fat prick escalated with enthusiasm. She humped his face and did her best to suck the come right out of his balls. Billy's hips began to snap uncontrollably. Abruptly, Aisha lurched off of him.
She got up on her hands and knees, wriggling her posterior invitingly. Billy sat up and reached to fill his hands again with those enticing globes. He smoothed his palms across the creamy cheeks, squeezed dimpled indentations into her pleasing fanny, traced his index finger along the underswell and down her crack. Then his mouth descended for a taste. Aisha squealed in delight and undulated all over as he nipped gently on her bottom. His hot, wet mouth traveled hungrily all over her backside, licking, sucking, nibbling, erotically devouring her quivering flesh. The moist, pointed tongue travelling up her crack sent a jolt straight up her spine.
"Ooohh, Billy; I can't stand it! Please! Fuck me!"
Truth be told, Billy couldn't stand it anymore, either. He was so hard, his penis was almost flat against his belly as he climbed to his knees behind her. However, he couldn't resist one last caress on those tantalizing gluts. He rubbed his swollen shaft along her cleft as he grasped her hips and pulled her against his loins, grinding a few times before entering her. He reached down and wrapped his fist around the base of his aching erection, guiding the purplish head to her slick entrance. He lubed his cock in her juices and teased her slit a few moments more, then slid into her. They both groaned loudly at the penetration, then began moving together, working Billy's thick prick into her greedy, clutching tunnel.
Once he was buried to the hilt, they paused briefly, savoring the sensations: Aisha of being stuffed full and stretched wide; Billy of being surrounded entirely in slick heat and being gripped along every millimeter of his cock.
Then, sensing each other's readiness, they began to thrust in synch, their bodies slapping against each other. Aisha's butt smacked his loins, and Billy's balls swung forward, swaying against her clit; her tits bounced, his ass flexed. The room echoed with the sounds of their pistoning harmony. On and on, the rhythmic pounding filled their senses and sang through their muscles; not hard, or particularly fast --it didn't have to be. The primal drumbeat of their coupling stimulated their senses, overwhelmed their brains, swept them away within the timeless, synchronous beat.
Nearing climax, Aisha picked up the pace, her partner keeping up with her perfectly, never missing a stroke. The Yellow Ranger's cries of ecstasy wound higher and higher, got louder and louder, as she approached her release. Billy braced himself and willed his churning balls to hold their load as his lover's inner walls clamped down hard on his pistoning dick.
He slowed as her peaking cries of passion began to wane, until he was no longer fucking in and out, but was instead buried to the nuts, holding her pressed against his groin. He allowed her a moment to cease tremoring. Just as he was about to verbalize his request to penetrate her other orifice....
"You got any of that famous lube handy?" Aisha asked with a breathless smile, having the same idea. She ground her butt against him in enthusiastic invitation.
"Affirmative," he replied, grinning.
They both groaned in dissatisfaction as he withdrew from her warm, tight cunt. He gave her bottom one final squeeze as he stood to retrieve the lubricant from the cupboard. When he turned back to his partner, prize in hand, Aisha put in another request.
"Could you toss me one of those couch cushions for my knees?" She watched him snatch one up, then added, "If we're going to keep doing this kind of lab work in here, you are going to have to get better carpet."