"Soon," he told me. "Soon."
Then, just before he came, he stopped moving, and he plunged his cock as deeply into my cunt as he could. I could feel his pubic hair bristling against my naked ass. His cock was as deep as it could be, buried right up to the roots of his stomach.
That was my signal. When I felt Mark make that shuddering hunch, I tightened my cuntal muscles around his cock, squeezing down with all my might; imprisoning his organ in the warmth of my body. I closed my thighs and ground my ass against him in short, slow circles.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I yelled to him, adding an auditory dimension to his visual fantasy. "Stick it in me! Come inside me!"
Now I was beginning to enjoy it, too. My cunt was still raw from the pleasure of my own orgasm, and the nerve endings tingled with sensitivity. I could feel his throbbing hardness filling me, spreading my body with his exploding cock.
I could feel the tip of his cock burst like a balloon filled with hot water. His sperm ran in rivers, pouring up into me from his faucet-like cook. His sperm was hot and it added heat to my own flowing loins; rekindling my own dwindling fires.
My cunt became an insatiable mouth, sucking out his sexual juices until his cock was left exhausted and satisfied in the thick, wet puddle of our two bodies.
When it was over, Mark pulled out, and I fell over on my side. Mark handed me a few tissues from my dresser. top, and I cupped them to my cunt to stop-up the escaping flow of our orgasm.
I left Mark to clean up whatever dribbled out onto the sheets, and I ran into the bathroom to deposit his milky sperm into the toilet bowl.
Toilet bowl!
My sexual reverie was suddenly chattered, and I was rudely brought back to the present.
My legs were spread wide, and my cunt was still pushed tightly against the toilet seat The flap of the outer lips were pushed together, and they were rubbing against my swollen clitoris. My cunt was dripping with a wet arousal.
But I was still in the bathroom.
My god! I thought remembering. Lynn!
I had forgotten all about her. I wonder how long I've been sitting here?
I slid my ass back in the seat so that my cunt was no longer touching the hard rim of the seat's edge. My cunt made a sticky-wet sound as the lips pried themselves apart, freeing the clitoris. My cunt hole was open, and I could feel a wetness running down the insides of my vaginal passage.
My mouth was dry and my tongue felt swollen as I attempted to wet my lips. I was perspiring.
My hand was trembling as I pulled some toilet paper from the roll. I matted the soft tissue together and began to wipe my cunt. The paper came out soaked and stained with a milky-white discharge. Even my cunt hair was damp, and I could feel it depositing a drop or two of moisture against the side of my moving hand.
I dropped the paper into the bowl and then stood up. My legs trembled slightly, and I involuntarily pressed them together so that I could contain the pulsing ripple of sensation that was throbbing in my cunt. My pajamas had fallen down to my ankles.
I put my hand on the mound of my cunt and squeezed it tightly. My fingers came away wet.
I flushed the toilet and bent and retrieved my pajama bottoms. The crotch seam slid up into the wetness of my cunt, opening and spreading the lips.
"God, I'm shook up," I said out loud.
I walked out of the bathroom without either shutting the light or the door.
I needed some of Lynda's coffee.
Fast.
Chapter 2
I cut across my backyard, through the fence, then into Lynn's yard. Our backyards joined. The sky was a shallow, shifting gray, and a damp morning wind blew at me as I mounted the two steps to her back door.
The door was closed, and I tapped against the window pane with my knuckles. I clutched my robe tightly together and shivered from the cold. I wished I'd stopped for my coat. No answer.
I knocked again. Louder.
Maybe she's in the bathroom, I thought. Or still asleep: that's more probable.
I knocked again, then turned the door knob. The door was open.
"Lynn!" I said. I peered in. The house was dark. "Lynda!" I repeated. The wind blew at me again. Oh, hell! I thought. I was freezing my ass off. I stepped into the house and shut the door behind me. "Lynda!" I called out. "It's me-Wendy!" Still nothing.
I walked through the kitchen and into the hallway. Her house was set up like mine, with the three bedrooms and the bath set off from the hallway. Her master bedroom was at the end of the hall.
"Lynda!" I whispered harshly as I stood in the doorway of her bedroom. She was soundly sleeping, curled up in the center of the bed. She stirred slightly at my call, then turned over, kicking the covers off her, and went directly back to sleep.
I stopped for a moment to stare at her. She seemed so innocent, sleeping soundly like a child.
She's almost a child, I thought. Compared to me. She's young; just married. No children yet. Her whole future lies before her.
She shifted again on the bed, twisting her legs and throwing the covers even further from her. Her legs were bare, and uncovered right up to her crotch. I stared at her exposed body, my eyes fixing themselves up between her legs, until I could clearly discern the soft, fine blonde hairs on her cunt.
She was sleeping naked.
I stood there in the silence of her house, with one hand touching the door frame, a call dying on my lips, and I just stared at her lovely nakedness. Her thighs were long and thin, and in the gloom of the unlit bedroom, they seemed softly rounded and perfectly shaped. One leg was standing erect and bent at the knee, while the other had fallen over on the side, and revealed the gentle shadows of what lay between.
My mouth was dry, and the fire was still burning in my groin from earlier. The sight of her sleeping, naked body made the lips of my cunt quiver with expectation. I knew I had to have her.
It was nothing new for either of us. We had had several sexual encounters together before today. Neither of us had planned it; it just happened.
But she had enjoyed it, I reminded myself, remembering.
My hand was trembling as I unbuttoned the buttons of my bathrobe. I slipped the robe from my shoulders, and it fell in a noiseless puddle at my feet. My trembling hand slid quickly into the elastic band of the pajama bottoms, and I began to tug at them. They slipped effortlessly over my wide hips and slid down my naked thighs, stopping at my knees because of my open, spread legs.
My hand was in my crotch, moving against my clitoris. I nestled my hand in the downy softness of hair, cupping the mount with my fingers. My cunt was still wet, and my fingers slipped in between the inner lips, moving them apart so that I could hear the sucking noise they made as I slid the middle finger back towards my cunt hole. My fingernail scraped against the skin, gliding forward through the dampness until it slipped into the hole.
My body was on fire. I could feel the heat against my hand and all around my submerged finger. I pushed the finger back and forth, stretching the elastic circle of the hole as widely as possible. I tried to push the finger even further up into me, but my legs were not open widely enough to allow passage. I pushed my knees together, catching my doubled hand in between my thighs, pressing its fist-like hardness up against the wet softness of my cunt The pajamas slid past my knees and fell to the floor. I stepped out of them, and was completely naked from my. waist down.
I quickly spread my legs as wide as I could, and leaned back against the door jamb for support. My finger plunged into the depths of my body, spearing its softness like a knife. My knuckles were pressed tightly against my cuntal lips and the finger was all the way in. The lips were wet and they dripped their juices all over my fist.