Jane Lange glanced around the pool. She was so incredibly horny today lying here in the chaise lounge in the hot sun that she had a lewd obscene urge to play with herself with her finger right in front of the other women. She was sure it would take less than two seconds, and there was something about Harriet's smugness that would give her a great kick to do it.
Jane Lange and the other women were sitting around the communal pool they all shared with their condominiums at the Bel Air Apartments in Greenbrae, California. The apartments also had many other amenities such as tennis courts, a sauna and exercise room, laundry facilities and a large game room with a pool table. It was great having all these facilities with your apartment but sometimes the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, like today.
Sure it was fine to have the pool but after all it wasn't yours alone and so you had to put up with people like Harriet Dunn. Harriet made everyone's business her own and would seize any crumb of information that came her way in order to pass it on. The trouble was by the time Harriet had finished with the crumb it was nearer an entire cake when she passed it on..
Harriet was a moderately attractive woman of about 40. Her body was still quite good but there was something in the set of her mouth that gave her a hard look. She had arrived at the pool at about 2:00 p.m.
She studied Jane, for a while, lying back in the chaise lounge, then said, "I hate to upset you, honey, but I think that Mona has the hots for your husband.
I've heard some stories… they're too raw to go into now… well, I just wouldn't want that woman operating around my husband."
Almost hating herself for it, Jane found herself asking the older woman, "Why, whatever do you mean, Harriet
I'm sure I can trust Matt… after all, Mona, Matt and I all went to high school together. It's not like they're complete strangers or anything. Of course, they talk but I'm sure that's all there is to it."
Privately, Jean didn't feel as confident about Mona Allan as she sounded to Harriet. She herself had heard stories about wild private parties that Mona and her husband Jeff Allan gave, and she had always discounted. Now that she thought about it, Mona Allan had been a slut when they were in high school together. It was common knowledge that Mona had had sexual adventures beyond the normal experiences of girls her age.
"Well, Jane, if you choose to close your eyes to it… I guess that's your business but if I were you I'd certainly keep an eye on Matt… he's only human you know and when that woman sets her sights on someone she doesn't rest until she's got another scalp to add to her string of conquests."
"Oh, surely you're exaggerating Harriet."
"Well, not really. I wasn't going to tell you… but… last night when I went down to get my John from the pool room I passed the laundry room and went in to pick some washing I'd left down there… and..," she paused, dramatically, "who do you think was in there?"
"I can't imagine… stop trying to stretch out this story, Harriet."
"Mona and Matt that's who… he asked her if she needed any help taking down her clothes and she informed him that he could take down more than that if he was so inclined."
"Oh, come on, Harriet, Mona was probably just trying to be funny."
"It was really funny, I agree, especially when she put her arms around him and kissed him… they broke apart when they saw me, of course
"I trust Matt and he was only trying to be helpful, I'm sure."
But inwardly, Jane was not so sure at all. Lately their relationship had been less than perfect. Jeff was having a lot of trouble with premature ejaculation and Jane was feeling horny and frustrated. Lately he'd been like a fucking rabbit in bed. Jane couldn't resist a slight twinge of anger when she thought about it. Last night he'd just whipped off right in the middle of her passionate climb, leaving her hanging in rapturous agony with her own climax mere seconds away. And then he'd dropped right off to sleep… She'd lain there beside him, her heart pumping anger intensified by feminine lust into her bloodstream. She hadn't touched herself and finished herself off but had tossed sleeplessly throughout the night in her excited unfulfilled arousal.
This morning had been another washout. After the previous night's big letdown, she'd popped her eyes open after two hours sleep with the same sensual coals still smoldering inside her. Instead of falling off during the night, her unsatiated need to have his long hard cock give her a climax seemed to have been stimulated by her restless tossing and turning. She'd awoken in the worst erotic needful desperation she'd been in since her pre-marriage days, when she'd been satisfied with her own hand stroking up between her thighs.
She should have known better than to entice him into a little morning's fuck when he was already half-dressed and on his way to work. But she'd persuaded Matt to take off his pants. Again the scene ran like a speeded-up motion picture. Like an Olympic athlete racing after a gold medal victory, he'd raced his lengthy swollen hardness in and out of her heated cuntal depths, quickly seeing to his own needs, then hopped off the bed while she lay there panting.
This repeated dud-fuck within eight hours had been almost more than she could bear… Only the fact that she knew he would be late for work if she made an issue out of it, had kept her from screaming at him how selfish he was.
"Sorry, honey, but I really got to move it," he'd weakly apologized as he moved toward the bathroom, wiping off his deflating prick with some toilet tissue. Then, from the bathroom, he'd called out to promise, "I'll make it up to you tonight,
Janie… I promise you… everything's going to be all right again."
Jane had had kept silent but inside she was a seething mass of hostility. She was sick and tired of his selfishness. Why the hell didn't he take care of her needs for a change?
Jane looked around the pool at the other women sunning themselves. She knew that the complex that the couples lived in was a veritable hive of couple swapping and until this moment she had never even considered it in her wildest dreams. But with this latest problem with Matt, maybe, just maybe, it was not such a bad idea after all.
The leaders of the bunch of swingers seemed to be Mona and Jeff Allan. Although they all had barbecues together and swam together and had other recreational activities in common, when the lights went out what occurred in the various apartments was quite different. Jane and Matt and Mona and Jeff had played tennis together, not often, but they had never been involved in any of their rumored sexual exploits. In point of fact, during the day when the women saw each other around the pool, or in the laundry room or anywhere around the sprawling apartment house complex, the subject was never mentioned… never even hinted at.
The whole thing was very strange. It seemed that everyone was aware of these sexual swaps with the different couples, but no one ever seemed to talk about it.
Jane sat up and growing bored with lying in the sun decided to go upstairs to her apartment. She picked up her large yellow beach towel and stretching, said, "See you ladies later… I've got some things to do."
"Bye, Janie… remember what I told you," Harriet called.
How the hell could I forget, Jane thought to herself She got the elevator up to the fourth floor and got out and fumbled in the pocket of her beach jacket for the key. Opening the door she stepped into the hallway. She stopped momentarily to examine herself in the full length mirror that hung in the hall. At twenty-two, she was an exceptionally lovely young woman with golden blonde hair that flowed softly around her shoulders in a straight style that she managed herself with a blow dryer. The golden hair framed the delicately molded features of her tanned face. She had hazel eyes that sparkled mischievously when she was amused or shot sparks of yellow when she was angry, a pert nose that turned up slightly and was covered with a light freckles and full sensual lips. From her time in the sun around the pool Jane's skin was tanned a deep golden color. She looked like a golden goddess.
She was dressed in a scanty string bikini with only a short toweling beach jacket thrown over her shoulders. The scanty black bikini she was wearing only accented her excitingly shaped figure, mature, womanly, but still slim and almost fragile with nipped-in waist swelling curvaceously downward to voluptuously rounded hips and buttocks, gently tapering thighs and long, curving line of calves, thin well-shaped ankles with a pair of straw sandals on her feet. The triangular shaped cloth of the bikini top barely contained the full-mounded breasts. She was aware that her stunning figure always seemed to have an effect on men but until the recent trouble with Matt she had never felt the slightest urge to exploit this. Well, we'll just see, Mr. Matt Lange, she thought.
When Matt got home from work that evening they decided to stay at home. Both were proud of the apartment condominium that. they had purchased and enjoyed spending time there. They had saved up the down payment during their engagement. The apartment was only a few minutes drive to Matt's job in San Rafael where he worked for a company that built sailboats. Matt liked his job and was proud of the craftsmanship that the company prided itself on. It took over two weeks to make one of the boats.
Jane was a weaver and had a large loom in the spare bedroom of their apartment where she did various projects for a couple of stores in the area. She was very creative and her hangings always sold well. Between the two of them they made a very comfortable living. Neither had really thought much of having children right away, preferring to concentrate their energies on getting their lives together first.
Since Matt had been home they had maneuvered neutrally around each other, being careful not to fight, but not quite making up either. The memory of the morning's sexual embarrassment hung in the air like an unspoken chastisement. It was like many nights they had spent after arguments, except that now Jane was trying to look at the situation objectively. Once or twice, she had even wondered what it would be like if she left Matt. She looked over at him. He was tall, nearly six feet, with a lithe muscular body and a rugged handsome face topped with thick sandy-colored hair. His eyes were deep blue, blue as the ocean, and there was a gentleness in his expression that she had loved from the minute she first saw him in the hall at Redwood High School. He was a transfer student from back east and they had started dating in their junior year. Both knew almost immediately that their early alliance would result in marriage.
Now as they pushed away the dirty dishes from their dinner, Jane wondered if it was all worth it.
"Anything new at work, Matt?" Jane inquired from where she sat at one end of the sofa. Her firmly rounded hips were encased in tight jeans and her bare feet propped up on the coffee table as she sipped a glass of white wine.
"Nah… same old stuff," Matt grunted mechanically from where he sat at the other end of the sofa, engrossed in the TV guide, "Looks like there's a good movie on tonight, "The Enforcer" with' Humphrey Bogart… okay with you if we watch that?'.'
"Sure Matt," she said without enthusiasm. She gave up trying to talk to him while the movie was still flashing on the screen, and propped a pillow behind her head, taking a deep draught of the ice cold wine. She was used to Matt's penchant for old movies, and ordinarily she wouldn't have given it a thought, but today she found herself wondering… Why doesn't he talk to me? What is he, a zombie coming home every night to the television set?
Matt glanced at the watch. He's probably planning on crashing as soon as the movie, ends, Jane thought angrily. God, he's 23 years old and sometimes he acts like he's about 83.
Her thoughts slipped back to Harriet Dunn at the pool. What a nerve, she has, Jane thought. She just couldn't wait to tell me about Matt and Mona and that silly business in the laundry room. I don't' even know whether it's important enough to mention to Matt. I certainly don't want to create a confrontation situation over it, it seems so silly.
Once again, though, she found herself imagining what life without Matt would be like. She would be able to manage financially and having her own apartment might be a novel experience. She had lived with her parents immediately before she married so she had never had her own apartment but the thought of being alone was not repugnant to her in any way.
"That was some movie… God, they just don't make them like that anymore," Matt was suddenly speaking to her through her veil of thoughts.
"That's for sure," Jane agreed, startled to find the movie was actually over.
Matt checked the TV guide again and said, "There's a choice between Johnny Carson or a musical with Gene Kelly. I guess you'll want to see Gene Kelly, right?" Jane indicated she didn't care.
Matt was indecisive for a moment, then he said "Oh shit, what the hell, I guess it won't hurt to stay up late one night. I think we got some extra sleep this morning anyway, didn't we?"
"I'm sure you did," Jane said, remembering his deep loud morning snores as she had lain awake beside him at the end of another restless frustrating night. Still, she was pleased by his unexpected decision to stay up later with her. It seemed to break the mood she'd been in and she was not feeling so pessimistic about their relationship in general.
"Would you like some more wine," Jane asked.
"No, I don't want to go to work tired and hung over… why don't you slide over closer to me, I don't bite."
Jane laughed, suddenly in a good humor. How foolish she'd been, she thought, sitting here just assuming he'd go to bed early without her. She set her wine down on the coffee table and, taking her cushions with her, eased over as close to her husband as she could without losing her dignity. In the past few days, he had said some pretty biting things to her, and she didn't want to seem over-anxious to make up with him.
Beside her, Matt Lange was in the same awkward frame of mind. He dropped his arm onto the sofa back behind her, then hesitantly wound it around her shoulders, still not sure that she wouldn't suddenly say something sarcastic to him. From his point of view, Jane was like that – full of lightning personality changes that kept him on his toes. He never was quite sure just where she was coming from. He guessed that this was one of her most interesting traits, but also one of the most irritating.
When she didn't push his arm away, the young husband relaxed. They sat snugly together during the commercial, and a great rush of relief stirred through him as Jane reached casually for his hand. Matt was a stay-at-home type who didn't much care for the unsettling pattern of disagreements they had gotten into, and now his eager young prick was stiffening rapidly beneath his slacks from both emotional relief and growing sexual excitement. Every night they argued meant another missed opportunity to fuck his delectably built young wife… which he didn't like at all. Maybe she really wants to make up, he said to himself as he pulled her softly curvaceous form closer.
Jane didn't seem to notice, and he studied the generously curving profile of his young wife's body from the side while she continued to stare straight ahead at the dancing figures on the large colored television screen. Above her tight jeans nipping in at her flat abdomen and small, girlish waist, she wore a blue tank top that clung like a second skin to her lushly ripened breasts. Her smooth blonde hair spilled softly around her shoulders, and in profile her facial features were perfectly proportioned. Jane's pillows had slipped between her shoulders and the sofa, and she left them like that, with the pillows supporting her back and pushing her rounded breasts enticingly forward. Matt nudged closer to her side, beginning to stroke his hand down the slim, naked arm curing?? out of the cotton tank top.
Jane knew what he had in mind by now, but she didn't turn her eyes away from the TV screen for a single second. She would let him go after her, if that's what he really wanted. They both enjoyed a little game that was like teenagers on a first date. He loved his part as bold youth. She could hear his breath deepening quickly in his mounting arousal, and his strong warm hand felt good on her skin, sending little tingles of excitement down the sensitive nerve endings.
His hand stroked the length of her arm emerging from the sweater, working gently from her shoulder down to her wrist. Then, his fingertips began to move aggressively toward her young body's curving profile, brushing against the resilient underside of her breast revealed through the skimpy tank top. He moved his fingers between her bare arm and the proudly uplifted mound, stroking the side of her breasts while she continued to ignore it.
Jane could feel wicked shivers of lewd pleasure warming across her skin, an excitement growing inside her that was made all the more intense after the two pervious incidents when he'd left her fucked but unsatisfied. Matt's large hand worked its way in a gradual movement around her full, mounded breasts, excitedly massaging the sensitive flesh in his firm grip. She pretended to herself it was no more than casual affection until his fingers began tweaking at her responsively budding nipple, and the obscene pleasure escalated to a salacious level she just loved.
Trembling helplessly, she turned her head and met his lips in a crushing embrace. Her tongue slipped between his teeth into his warm, welcoming mouth, probing uncontrollably as the desire she had been harboring for days began to flicker like lightning inside her belly.
"Ohhhhh, Matt," she sighed, letting his hand slip down to her waist and then up under her tank-top. He wormed his hand up along the warm flesh of her abdomen and then reached his goal, squeezing the ripely rounded mounds, kneading the firm flesh between his fingers.
That broke their tongue-jousting kiss.
With his other hand, he pulled the top over her head, tossing the light garment onto the floor. Her nakedly quivering breasts fell free in the room's near-darkness, and his eyes raced over their mouthwatering shape as she readjusted her position, allowing him easier access to her needful flesh. The light from the television screen was reflected on her softly rounded mounds which seemed a bit large for the rest of her delicately framed body, causing their cream-like whiteness to contrast sharply with the rich golden tan that covered the rest of her unblemished body.
Matt quickly lowered his head to the soft warmth of her large breasts, fastening his lips tightly to her throbbing erect nipple. He rolled the pulsing bud around in his mouth, furiously licking the spiked-out tip with his tongue. Jane could feel bolt after bolt of pure pleasure stoking banks of heat throughout her curvaceous body from her tongue-sucked breasts heaving and dancing wantonly beneath his lewd ministrations, and a deep, throaty moan escaped her half-opened moistened lips.
"Jesus, Matt… don't stop… it feels so good…"
Her pride said no, but her love-starved body was urging her on, aching for more as the heated coals of desire slowly fanned into leaping flames! She squirmed on the couch and helplessly contracted her buttocks as the delicious caresses drove her to a point of sexual hunger where she forgot to remember the cause of her earlier resentment of her husband's past failures in bed.
Matt felt his eagerly erect cock jerk into greater hardness as he sucked and nibbled on her heaving young breasts. Christ, he thought, how long has it been since she's gotten this hot? I wish I could hold off this time, but I've got to stick my cock in right now… before I blow… Christ almighty, I can't hold it any longer.
Her breasts were exotic in the dim light with shadows from the television screen falling across the nakedly rounded mounds creating a small erotic light show on each large breast. She looks like a topless dancer shaking her tits like that, he thought, except this woman doesn't need any silicone implants! Beneath her opulently displayed breasts her tanned body narrowed to her tiny waist, disappearing beneath the tight cloth of her faded blue jeans.
He quickly snapped the jeans open and yanked the zipper down. He tugged the open tight pants down her long lithe legs and off her ankles throwing them onto the floor with her tank top. Then he took in the lust-inciting curvaceousness of her young body clad only in see-through mint green bikini panties. There was a fine sheen of sex-sweat to her sun-bronzed skin. Beneath her full moon breasts was the delicately curving configuration of her rib cage and her taut little belly was rounded perfectly. He lowered his hand to the beckoning softness of her slightly parted thighs and gasped at the way they pulled involuntarily together. His fingers pressed more firmly against her nakedly aroused flesh, and this time he met only slight resistance as her thighs opened of their own accord.
Jane looked down at her husband's hands caressing just below her tiny mint-colored panties. She moaned as he made contact with the tight elastic crotch band up between her legs, his fingers rubbing the moistly throbbing lips of her vagina through the soft silky material. Shuddering at the warm touch, her thighs jerked further apart. Her legs wanted to spread wide, her hot little pussy wanted his worming finger far up inside her belly.
Jane could feel the tips of Matt's finger running teasingly around the tightly clenched little circle of her rectum. "Oooohhh God, Matt!" she groaned aloud. "You're driving me crazy, darling!"
She shivered as his extended middle finger slipped into the tight elastic leg band at the top of her thigh. Then another finger was inserted and they thrust probingly at her sparse hair-covered cuntal lips, sending a jolt of wild excitement rippling upward through her belly.
"Oh, Matt, I love it when you touch my cunt… don't stop… it feels so good… "she gave a helpless moan under his lewdly massaging hand.
Her sandy-haired husband gazed lustfully down at her parted thighs, and saw the escaping pussy hairs spilling out from the leg band in teasing blonde wisps. He could see his own hand beneath the sheer green colored fabric, fondling her moist vaginal lips, could feel her pussy's intimate warmth hungering for him to touch the wetly erect little bud of her clitoris.
Still sucking her berry-like nipple, he slid his hand down along her moistly heated cuntal furrow, tickling the soft meager hairs and working his finger back under her eagerly upraised buttocks until he reached the puckered little ring of her anus. He teased his extended middle finger at the tautly clenched opening, but she pushed his hand back, away from the forbidden anal mouth.
Matt's painfully hard cock had slipped out of his undershorts, and was poking up under his pants like a strong, strained sapling. He tried to push it back with his free hand, tried to subdue the rush of excitement, but it wouldn't go down. It was throbbing with manly impatience and was swollen far too big to be slipped back inside the restraining underwear. Through her lust-glazed eyes, Jane noticed it too. The way it could swell up to obscene proportions in such a short time had always fascinated her, and tonight… Jesus… tonight it looked bigger than usual. It looked like any second it would rip obscenely right through his pants!
Matt Lange couldn't wait much longer and guided her hand toward his rigidly throbbing cock. Jane held back at first. She wanted to savor the erotic moments of gentle foreplay, letting each caressive gesture melt through her body and sift rapturously through her mind. But the enormous bulge seemed to be beckoning her on, and finally she allowed him to place her hand on the lengthening pole of hot hard flesh soaring up beneath his pants.
She could feel his rigid shaft jerk beneath her touch as she gave it a tender squeeze. It seemed to double in size inside her hand – becoming so big her fingers could scarcely reach around its girth! With some silent coaxing from him, she began to stroke it fondly, running her fingers up and down its massive thickness as it pulsed with excitement. God, his prick feels good, she thought… I could go on jerking him like this forever if it weren't for the fact that I want that long hard cock deep up inside my cunt!
Matt clenched his eyes tightly shut, enjoying the feel of her fingers expertly rubbing along his stiffening cock's length still held by his restraining pants. There was a widening damp spot marking the blood-filled tip as his pre-ejaculation oozed its impatient wetness onto the fabric. He fumbled with the zipper, tugging at it angrily. His fly refused to open, but finally he got it down. Reaching inside, he brought his long thick penis out into the open, bending it painfully to maneuver it through the opening of his pants.
Jane felt the lewd stab of cock-flesh against her hand, and glanced down cautiously at the huge male hardness that slipped easily into her massaging grip. She gave it a few extra lascivious tugs, hardly able to wait for the moment when he pushed its wonderful warmth up into the tightly clasping depths of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnn… you feel so good… and that feels good.. Matt murmured in her ear.
The young husband returned his extended middle finger to her hot little pussy opening as she stroked his rapidly enlarging prick. Ever so slowly, he parted the soft blonde pubic curls and eased his finger into the wetly throbbing orifice, slipping it up inside her warm quivering flesh until it was hidden almost to the first joint in her dilating vagina, then he gave a slight, tender push forward. She twisted, squirmed, and leaned lewdly back on the cushions, her long tanned legs eagerly parting for some more. Her cunt was wonderfully tight, he thought, as tight, as the day he had married her. The dampness from her lust-warmed cunt spread over his cupping hand, soaking the narrow panty crotch band with secreted cuntal juices that were beginning to flow down between her trembling thighs. His caresses were eliciting a kind of abandoned excitement from her he'd never known before.
"Oh, God, Matt, that feels so good… so goooooddddd," her words erupted from deep in her chest, purring her approval into his ear.
It was good that they were patching it up, Matt Lange thought. He hated their arguments, despised the way the tension in the air ruined their sex life when they were fighting. Now, with her responding so wantonly like this, he was thankful. She didn't know just how grateful he really was, and he showed her by giving her breasts an obscenely nibbling kiss, sending quivers of delight rushing through both his wife's and his own body at once.
Unable to wait another second longer, he wound his fingers in the tight elastic waistband of her small green panties and worked them slowly down over her gently flaring buttocks and off her ankles.
"Mmmmummmmnnnn," she crooned at the sudden wash of cool night air blowing over her exposed blonde cuntal mound.
In the next second, he had flipped her over onto her back. Taking one hurried look at her lovely curvaceous nakedness spread out on her back on the sofa cushions beside him, he tore off his own clothes, dropped them hastily onto the floor, and crawled up between her widespread knees. The couch cushions brushed obscenely against his sperm-laden balls, sending a lewd anticipatory thrill through him. He shoved her thighs apart roughly so that they swung out from his sides in a picture of lewd insistency. Then he kneeled up on the couch, his long thick cock poling and wagging in its fore-skinned hardness.
"Oh, baby… hurry up with that big beautiful cock… stick it in me, darling…," she moaned, gasping at its solid hardness, feeling its heat and thick seminal fluid escaping from the tiny hole at the tip of the purplish cock-head. "Oh baby, "she panted aloud as she spread her cunt lips wide with her own fingers. "Hurry up and fuck you big beautiful cock to me before I go out of my mind!"
Shit… He was going to lose his mind completely! Matt's desire-hazed brain sizzled as he crawled up between his wife's lewdly widespread legs. Her thighs seemed to be trying to suck him up into her womb, and his lust had charged him to a dangerous combustion point. He felt her hand reach down to grasp his cock-shaft and draw its heavily pulsing head through the warm moistness between her hair-lined pussy lips… finally seating it at the tight little mouth of her greedily nibbling pussy.
"Oh, Matt… come on… fuck me, shove it into my cunt… push it all the way in… fuck me… "Jane gasped into his face, her arms wrapped around his back to crush his massive chest tight against her nipple hardened breasts.
Her long slim tanned legs curled up and over his hips, her heels digging salaciously into his rock-hard buttocks as she thrust her heated loins up at his in brazen invitation.
"For Christ sake… give it to me now… fuck me… Matt… fuck me and make it good!!!!
With one smooth forward thrust of his hips, Matt lunged into her hotly throbbing cunt, his brain crazy and spinning as her fluid heat clasped his thick racing cock like a warm velvet sheath. He choked out a slackened-mouth groan and began to fuck up into her insatiably swallowing pussy in long urgent strokes, filling her wetly receptive cunt to greater and greater depths.
Jesus Christ… he couldn't believe it!
Jane was throwing herself up at him like a real whore, more excited than she'd ever been on their honeymoon, more turned-on than he'd ever known any other woman in his life.
Beneath him, his wife's lushly ripened body quivered and trembled, her passion-erect nipples digging into his chest with pointed, bullet-shaped pressure. Her rippling belly ground up against his, and her powerful thighs clamped his buttocks repeatedly, holding and releasing him as her wildly clasping vaginal muscles sucked and pulled like a warm wet vacuum at his pistoning cock.
The obscenely sucking pressure caused a wild swirling in his groin. He could feel the enormous turgid heat impatiently welling in his cum-expanding balls as he squeezed his buttocks together to hold back the hot liquid flow that was about to explode from his jerking cock.
He counted to himself, holding his breath, trying to stave off what was only a matter of seconds away… "Oh, Jesus," he muttered to the furious milking of her pussy walls squeezing and sucking at his madly jerking member.
"Oh… it's too wonderful, Matt… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted over as she strained and writhed beneath him.
"Fuck me hard… oh stick it to me."
Her head rolled from side to side, streaming her golden blonde hair over his shoulders and back. Every so often her moist panting mouth came up against him, her teeth nipping into him. She sucked lewdly on his tongue, then flicked her own into his mouth gasping hot blasts into his throat.
"Oh, shit… oh Jesus… " Matt swore and grunted, "Oh, baby I'm cumming… I'm going to cum."
"Oh good God no… Matt… Let me cum too… wait for me… I want to cum, too!"
But he was cumming, she frantically realized. Once again, he was going to leave her on the brink drenched with his obscene white sperm and still unsatisfied and preorgasmic.
Matt hardly heard a word she'd groaned out at him. He could feel the hot thick sperm amassed in the reservoir of his ballooning balls churning as they beat a tattoo against her nakedly upturned ass. He thrust his tongue almost down her throat and with desperate kneading hands, pulled the fleshy cheeks of her widespread buttocks hard up against his battering pelvis, slamming his semen-spewing cock into her gluttonously receiving cunt.
"Nooooooo… noooooo… not yet… "Jane groaned at the first feel of his scalding jets of cum. She could feel the turgid pulsating head of his deeply embedded cock suddenly flare into a hugeness that threatened to blow her apart. His hot impatient sperm continued to squirt and flood up inside her belly. She could feel his seething white cum shooting into her with the consuming force of molten fire, sloshing around in her quivering belly like a pool of boiling hot lava.
Jesus, now she wished he wasn't so goddamn selfish… that he would wait and let her cum too… as usual he'd been too quick for her… a few quick lunges and then his explosion… Jane was furious!
Matt continued to shoot the last of his semen, then, trembling, he relaxed on top of her, panting deeply for several moments, before he finally lifted off
A dripping trickle of jism oozed from his still pulsing cock-head as he pulled his long flaccid penis slowly out of her unsatisfied cunt. Jane ground her teeth together in horrified disbelief as the bucking monster emptied its last spurt of cum on her trembling inner thighs. Her hands covering her face as her hips jerked hungrily upward again and again in a futile effort to get relief
When it was all over, Matt sat up on the end of the sofa and reached for his clothing. He wiped his depleted cock clean with a handkerchief, then pulled on his pants. He carefully avoided Jane's eyes, turning his face away – waiting for her to say something – anything… but she just stared at him in amazement, still not believing he had done it… again!
"Here… take this and clean yourself off," he said finally, offering her the wet handkerchief
"Clean myself off… is that all you can say." Jane was already grabbing back her panties and jeans, but she was still naked from the waist up, her young nipples pointed like tiny pink gems with arousal.
"What do you expect me to say?"
"You could apologize for your selfishness for a start… that would be something of a change for you!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Matt shouted defensively. Then his anger, fed by guilt, flared. "If you don't like the way I fuck why don't you… find someone else!"
Because he had wanted to fight back and recoup his lost pride, Matt went overboard. The suggestion wasn't meant seriously, and he was stunned when she took him up on it.
Jane had put on her tank top. "I think I will… that's a really good idea. and maybe you can come and watch and pick up a few pointers on how to satisfy a woman!" she exclaimed angrily, tucking the sweater into the snug waistline of her jeans. She gave him a meaningful withering look, then tossed her head, striding out of the living room.
Matt stared in profound disbelief as she flounced out of the living room.