The next morning I was rudely awakened by Roger. At first I wasn't sure of where I was, but gradually Roger's shaking awoke me. I didn't even know if I was at home, or still at Valerie and John's, and I was startled. It turned out to be six, and Roger was getting ready for work.
"Wake up, wake up," he said, as he shook me.
"What?" I grumbled.
"Get up I said," Roger shot back. "I want to talk to you." With that he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me up out of bed. "Get dressed. I'll meet you in the kitchen," he said.
So I went to the closet, got out my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. Roger was sitting down at the table and he seemed angry about something.
"What happened?" he asked.
I was caught off guard and didn't even know what he was talking about. I hesitated, because I didn't know how to respond.
"What happened last night between you and John?"
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked.
"Just tell me," he said, "I'm not in the mood for any games."
"Games?" I shouted. "You take me to John and Valerie's house, they both come out naked, John leads me to his bedroom, he's one of your best friends at work, yet he fucks me. Meanwhile you're in the next room fucking Valerie, and you ask me what happened?"
There was a long pause. Roger was looking down in the bottom of his coffee cup. "Well it just looked like you were really getting into it and…"
"And you weren't?" I shot back.
"Okay, okay," he said, "I'm sorry. I guess I was just surprised by your attitude. I mean John and I had talked over the possibilities at work and I never thought you'd go for it, then it all worked out so smoothly, I just couldn't believe it."
"Well, anything that makes you happy, makes me happy," I said.
With that Roger got up, came over to me, kissed me lightly and left for work. I was too tired to think about the discussion we'd just had, so I went back into the bedroom and fell on the bed.
A couple of hours later I was up getting the kids off to school. As I shoved them out the door and off to school, my mind wandered back to Roger and our spat that morning. It was unusual because we seldom fought and we had never even discussed matters like this before. Of course, there wasn't any reason to in the past.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I was. Roger had set me up, and now he was unhappy? If I had refused, he would have also been mad, so I couldn't win.
I went in the bathroom and dropped my robe to the floor. I stretched my arms upwards towards the ceiling and glanced in the mirror to admire my body. I put my hands underneath my breasts and rubbed the ends of my nipples with my fingers. A slight chill ran through my body, going up my legs and into my pussy. My thoughts wandered back to the other day when I had masturbated in the bathroom while Roger was sleeping outside. I thought about my boobs rock hard against the cold mirror, and my throbbing cunt trying to slide across the smooth surface.
I thought about my cunt-juice on my fingers and the nice warm, glowing feeling I had when I came on the rubber hose nozzle in the sink. As I floated back into that experience I was bounced out of it by a telephone ringing.
I ran into the bedroom and answered the phone next to our bed. It was Roger, calling from work, to say he was sorry and hoped I wasn't mad. I played innocent and told him everything was fine. We said goodbye and I was even madder when I got up from the bed.
A draft of warm air circled my body as I passed by a window going back into the bathroom. I realized that Roger's call had interrupted my fantasy, and that I was beginning the morning by getting hot again. It seemed like I was always horny, wanting some hard cock for my hungry pussy. That was a new feeling, and one I could neither control nor understand. Sometimes I just got carried away. I looked back into the minor and winked at myself. I was proud of my body and didn't feel ashamed of feeling great about it. After all, only a fool would ignore the use of such a body, and the pleasures it could bring.
I took my hands and began rubbing them along my hips, turning myself on again, and as I thought back to Roger's actions, I decided against masturbating. Why should I have to finger my own hole when I could go out and get some real meat to put inside my cunt. And that's what I decided to do.
Cindy had often gone out to lunch at a local restaurant called The Wayside Inn, and I had heard stories about businessmen picking up married women there for a romp in the sack. I thought about it and decided to give it a try. I called Cindy and asked her if she wanted to go out for lunch. She thought it was a great idea, so I picked her up and off we went.
We had a quiet lunch in a corner booth. Inside the place it was pitch-dark and it took my eyes a good twenty minutes to get adjusted to the dim lighting. Cindy had been there before so she was more relaxed than I was.
After we finished eating, Cindy suggested we go over to the bar, where a man was playing piano and there were more people. As we were walking to the bar a couple of older businessmen came up to us and asked if they could buy us a drink. Just as I was about to agree, Cindy politely turned them down. "What are you doing?" I said as we sat down.
"We can do better," Cindy replied as she flashed a wink my way.
A couple of minutes later two young guys came in the other end of the bar. They sat down and ordered a drink. I didn't think Cindy had noticed them. They were dressed neatly and both had dark tans, blonde hair and were in great shape. When they finished their drinks, the taller one, who was wearing a dark blue suit, came up and asked if they could buy us a drink. Cindy said they could. The other guy came over and joined us. The taller one was obviously going after Cindy, and after only about three minutes of small talk, he was putting his arm around her.
I was getting hot just watching him put the make on her. My guy, Mark, was pretty reserved and wasn't doing much to get me interested. I knew I'd have tobe the aggressor. Cindy said she was going to split with her guy Tom. Since we'd come in her car I saw an opportunity.
"That's okay," I said, "I think I can talk Mark into taking me home."
"Sure, why not?" Mark replied. He didn't seem to get my hint. I thought that I was going to be very bored by this guy. He seemed too reserved to want to fuck a married woman. I asked him a few questions, which he briefly answered. Not much else was said on the ride home, but as I watched him shift the gears on his small sports car, I became turned on, just at the thought of his hands all over my body.
We stepped inside and as I walked through the living room, my head was spinning. I had downed only a couple of drinks, yet I was a little dizzy. I asked Mark if he wanted anything to drink, but he turned me down.
He asked for a couple aspirin, saying he had a slight headache. Seizing the opportunity to invite him upstairs, I told him to follow me to the bathroom adjoining my bedroom. He went inside and closed the door. I quickly peeled off my clothes and headed for the door. Standing nude outside the door, my heart was throbbing, and I could hardly wait to feel his young, fresh meat shooting into my warm and tender pussy.
I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in. Mark hesitated and then I opened the door. He was bent over the sink running some water into a cup. He stood up, swallowed a couple aspirin and he caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. He gulped hard and started coughing. A minute later he got hold of himself and he turned around slowly, looking at my body. Then he held out his hand to me and we walked out to the bedroom. I could tell Mark was still shy about the whole thing.
I unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his large cock. He was obviously turned on, even though he was trying to hide it and act natural. I played with it gently and I pulled down his pants until they fell to the floor. I kneeled down in front of Mark and began sucking his cock. He put his hands on the top of my head and began running them through my hair. I opened my mouth wide and took his meat in. I ran my finger along the crack in his ass, he squirmed and then I stuck one in his ass, just as I began sucking even harder on his meat. He was getting excited very quickly, so I stuck my finger even deeper in his ass. I circled my mouth around the end of his cock. Then I sucked it, jerking it back and forth, in and out of my mouth. It was driving him crazy and I wouldn't let him stick the rest of it in my mouth. Just the tip of his prick, sliding between my hot lips.
I could sense his orgasm nearing so I kept my mouth trained on the end of his pecker until I could feel his cum shooting up into his prick and out into my mouth. He came fast, squirting little streams of sperm in to my mouth. They landed on my tongue, and I liked the feel of letting sperm just sit on my tongue while some guy was getting his rocks off by fucking me in the mouth. I swallowed hard, and then a little more cum came. Mark fell over onto the bed exhausted, and relieved that he had shot his wad.
His body was stretched out across the bed, so I snuggled up next to him and started kissing his cock, which made him give off a slight laugh, and then I sucked the end of his now limp rod to get out all the cum I could. The taste lingered in my mouth, just as the desire for some meat did in my pussy.
I tried for nearly a half an hour to revive Mark's limp cock. Finally he became aware that I wasn't satisfied. He started rubbing his prick while bending over to suck my nipple. My nipple was hard and erect and he used his tongue to circle it, lick the tip and then suck my entire breast. But it didn't do much for his prick, which was still shriveled.
I looked at Mark, knowing that I wanted some more of what this young man had to offer. "Suck my cunt, please suck my cunt, Mark," I teased.
He looked up, startled. Then he leaned up and started sucking my wet cunt until I couldn't stand it. I pushed lightly on his shoulders, but he wouldn't let up, he just kept sucking. His tongue was swirling around inside my vagina and it was driving my cunt wild. His tongue massaged my cunt, then he rubbed his face up and down my pussy, rubbing as hard as he could. I sat up in the bed and spread my legs. Mark stretched out so his face was even with my cunt. He kept up his frantic sucking until I could feel a giant orgasm soaking my cunt hair, and gushing out juices all over Mark's face.
My hand was behind his neck and I kept pushing his face further and further into my cunt. It was wildly oozing out my hot juice. I felt my strength flow out from between my legs and I fell backwards into a soaked, hot, heap of flesh and worn-out pussy. Mark was still sucking me so I just blacked out, enjoying his tongue, the warmth of his breath and his face which was still buried in my cunt.
I woke up alone. Mark had split. There was an odor of cum all about me, and the top sheets were sticky and wet. I leaned over to look at the clock on the dresser. I didn't have much time to clean the mess.
As I was getting up I felt a wad of cum brush against my elbow. I looked down and saw a wet bit of Mark's cum. I knelt down and rubbed my lower lip in his sperm. It dangled on the edge of my lip, and then I sucked it in my mouth. I got up, cleared my throat and changed the sheets.
In a few minutes Roger would be home and I wanted to be ready. I was angry, but Roger did know how to screw me better than almost anyone I had met. I wasn't ready to say the best, because I still hoped for another shot at John, once things cooled off.
When Roger walked through the door, I wanted him to drop his pants, throw his body madly at me and then fuck me until I couldn't walk. I had just the idea to produce such a response. As he walked in the back door he would be greeted by his wife, stark naked, spread eagle, lying on top of the kitchen table. I would be clean, smelling fresh and purring for his smooth cock inside my cunt. I knew it would drive him wild.
Roger came home on time and, as I expected, threw open the kitchen door. And as I expected, he was knocked off his rocker by the sight of his puffing, naked and horny wife on the kitchen table. But there I was wet cunt glistening in the afternoon sun, hair pulled back and wet, and lips covered with a glossy lipstick.
Just as I had known, it drove him wild. He unbuckled his pants, dropped them to the floor and made a beeline for my body. He threw out his arms to the opposite sides of the table, securing it with his strength and weight, and his cock grew in a matter of seconds. He was ready for action and I was ready to get fucked.
"Fuck me, baby, stick your beautiful rod in my hot, greasy cunt!" I pleaded.
I had been fingering myself for about twenty minutes before Roger got home. That way I would be wet, extra horny and could have my orgasm at the same time Roger had his. "Suck my nipple, come on suck my nipple and fuck your pussy," I whispered.
Roger slid into my cunt effortlessly and in seconds was humping me on the kitchen table. The legs of the table were rocking, but neither of us cared, all we wanted was some good fucking, and we couldn't wait to get to the bedroom.
His ass was high in the air, plunging his cock inside me as far as it would go. I could feel my juices surrounding his prick and sliding in and out with it. I began moving my legs together back and forth, my thighs slapping against Roger's sides. "I want to get fucked! Come on, shoot your wad in my pussy, fuck my little pussy, come on bad boy, fuck your slutty wife!" I cried.
My words sounded like a cheerleader's pep talk for some high school virgin, but I had waited long enough for this cock. I wasn't going to lose out on any of the pleasure. "Fuck me, suck my breast and fuck me," I said as I continued moving in unison with Roger's humping movements. "Shoot your cum until there's nothing left!"
Then I lost control as my hips frantically began rocking Roger, me, and the table. My orgasm was sending juices out my hole, onto Roger's prick and down onto the table. His prick was shooting straight into my cunt and my face was distorted with pleasure and pain. Suddenly Roger lifted himself up, threw me quickly around and jammed his prick into my ass. He was rough, and my arm hurt with pain. There was no lubrication in my ass except for some cum which was stuck to his meat, and I was doubled up with pain. I could feel little jets of cum going in my anal hole, and it wasn't exactly pleasant.
"Is this what you wanted? Am I fucking you good enough?" Roger asked angrily. Trying to get my breath I started to answer him, but I wasn't quick enough. "Getting enough?" he yelled. "Am I fucking you so you feel it, huh, am I fucking you good?"
The pain was still throbbing in my asshole. It felt like I had been jabbed with an object ten times the size of my hole. I just wanted to get up and take a shower and fall into bed. "Feel it, huh?" he demanded.
"You like me fucking your ass don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, baby, I love you fucking me in the ass! I love your prick in me anywhere!" I wanted desperately for him to cum and be done. I thought he was angry for John, and wanted to hurt me.
Roger was still humped on top of my ass. His prick had shriveled to nothing, but he was still trying to jam what was left of it into my asshole. His body was draped over mine and we were both swaying together. He pulled out his prick and quickly inserted his finger. It hurt, but I didn't want to make things worse.
"Feel that?" he asked.
"Yes, baby, I feel it," I said.
"Do you mind if I fuck you in the ass everyday when I get home from work?"
"No, no, I don't."
"Good," Roger said, "'cause I'm planning on it!" Then he climbed down, picked up his pants and headed for the bedroom.
I was too tired to go upstairs, and besides, I might run into Roger, and that would mean getting fucked in the ass for sure.
The next morning I got up early, dressed and headed for Cindy's. I still wanted to have that discussion with her on sex, and hoped this morning would be the proper time. I put on a halter top, shorts and sandals. I scooted out the door and was knocking at Cindy's front door. This time she answered the door.
As always Cindy was gorgeous. Her skin looked even more tanned, if that was possible, and her hair was moist with sweat and flopping every which way. She answered the door wearing only her panties, a pink, hip-hugging pair that accented her ass nicely. She wasn't wearing a top. I was envious of the way Cindy could parade around in the nude, flaunting her sexuality, and her husband didn't seem to care. If only Roger could be more like Dick.
Cindy asked me in and sprawled out on the living room couch. Her body was enticing as she spread out over the couch, draping her legs over the end section. I could see a darkened patch of pussy hair in her crotch – it was showing through her panties, and my twat was getting hot. I really thought Cindy was beautiful and didn't regret my activity with her. Her body was so fine and delicious.
"What's new?" she asked.
"Oh, not much."
There was a pause. Cindy took her index finger and rubbed her nipple on her right breast. I was totally captured by her rubbing, and my cunt was beginning to feel itchy for some action. My breasts, too, were tingling, my nipples straightening up, pushing against the insides of my halter top. My crotch was becoming wet, first with sweat, and then with juice, which was coming out of my cunt. For a moment I was thinking about trying to get control over my body. I wanted to talk to Cindy about my new sexuality, but in the back of my mind I also wanted some action with the lovely blonde.
I wanted the best of both worlds – to fuck around with Cindy and her beautiful body, and to talk to her about my growing desire to fuck almost everything that moved.
"Cindy…"
"Take off your clothes and get over here. I have been waiting for you to come play with me," she replied coolly.
"Well, that isn't exactly what I…"
"Oh, come on now, Paula, it's so hot in here – the least you can do is take off your clothes. And, besides, I love looking at your lily-white body, and getting myself hot on your boobs and cunt."
I couldn't believe my ears. Here all along I had thought I was desiring Cindy's body, and here she was wanting to see my body just as badly. In a second I stood up and untied the back of my halter. I pulled down my skirt, kicked off my sandals, and standing there naked, I looked Cindy in the eye.
I reached down with my right hand and stuck three of my fingers up into my wet, vibrating cunt as hard as I could. They slid out, wet with juice, and I jammed them into my mouth sucking off the juice and smacking my lips together.
Cindy got up from the couch, walked over to me, and then rubbed her hand along my crotch. She stuck a few fingers in my cunt, which was now aching for some heavy-duty fucking, and she stuck them in her mouth. I hadn't swallowed the juice from my snatch yet, and Cindy didn't either. She opened her mouth and we tongue-kissed. Juice was shooting between our mouths as we put our tongues in and out of each other's mouths.
"Let's fuck." I said.
"Okay," she said, "let's be bad little whores."
While I didn't know what she had in mind, I was much too hot to turn back from anything at this point. "All right, let's just do it fast so my cunt can cool off a bit," I said.
"Come on," Cindy purred as she headed for the bedroom and I followed. Cindy turned to me and started sucking my nipples. Then she opened her mouth and started sucking my breast. I was going wild as she reached down to take hold of my snatch. She doubled up her fist and stuck it in between my legs, rubbing as hard as she could. Then she moved her lips close to my ear, using her tongue to massage my ear and excite me even more. Her lips opened and she began whispering in my ear.
"Ever been fucked by a vibrator, Paula?"
I nodded no.
"If you're game, I'll give you the fuck of your life," Cindy said.
"Okay," I said, "just so it doesn't hurt too badly."
"It won't, but I'm sure once you've tried it, you'll never be able to refuse." And with that Cindy let go of me and headed for the closet. She pulled down a box and revealed a long vibrator that looked like a man's cock.
With a little more detail, I thought, it would be a good replica of John's rod. I laughed at the thought and Cindy turned around to look at me. Then she reached in and pulled out some belts that were resting on a hanger.
"Are you sure about this?" I inquired.
"Of course. You getting scared?"
"Of course not, it's just that this seems a bit weird to me."
"Don't worry about it. It's only in your head. Once your hot pussy takes over you'll thank me for eternity."
"I guess so…" I said meekly.
Then Cindy sat down on the bed, crossed her legs and turned on the vibrator. It made a soft, humming sound. For some reason I had thought those machines to be loud, like a buzzsaw, but I was impressed by the gentle purr. "Why don't you lay down ass up and I'll show you how it's done," Cindy suggested.
"Sure," I said.
It was obvious Cindy knew what she was doing, and I wasn't about to stop her. My pussy had started to water again when I heard the soft buzzing of the vibrator. I rolled over on the bed and on Cindy's instructions, spread out my legs and arms. My face was buried in a pillow and I could only imagine what Cindy was doing. "What's happening, what are you doing?" I said.
"Oh, nothing much," she answered. "Just getting ready to tie you up and fuck you good."
My mind raced with the thought of Cindy fucking me, but then I thought about what she had said. Tie me up? For what?
"Do you have to tie me up?" I asked.
"Just relax. Things are going to be cool," she said. Then my juicy cunt was confronted with Cindy's face. She started sucking my clit, lips and vagina as hard as she could. Juice was gushing out of my hole and her lips were circling my hot pussy. I felt like I would come any moment.
Just as I was getting myself ready for a giant orgasm, Cindy let up and I felt my wrists being tied with a belt.
Her bed was a large four-post, wooden frame type. She had tied both of my wrists and was now working on my ankles. I didn't dare protest. My main purpose was in getting fucked; everything else was secondary. Along my ass I could feel the smooth coolness of the vibrator. Cindy had turned it off and was rolling the fake cock over my buttocks. Trailing along behind the vibrator was Cindy's hand which would rest in my crotch and then tickle the hairs around my clit and the opening in my cunt. My ass, which was sticking up in the air, was also soaked with juice as I was squirming desperately, trying to get more action for my cunt and body. Then Cindy turned on the vibrator and just the gentle hum drove me wild.
"Fuck me, fuck me, please, Cindy."
"In a minute, honey. I have to inspect your hole, make sure you're plenty wet and horny."
"I am, I am," I shouted at her.
"Calm down. You know I'm going to fuck you good. I just want to make sure you are worthy, that your cunt is horny, and that this great fucking cock will be satisfied."
"It will be!" I cried back. "What do you want me to do – suck it?"
Cindy laughed and thrust the machine into my cunt with no warning. At first it hurt like hell, but I quickly adjusted to it. Cindy just held it inside my cunt, not moving it, just letting the good vibrations get me off. It felt cold, but full. No man's cock could ever compare. Cindy was slowly gliding it further into my pussy, which wasn't much of a problem considering all the juice coming out of my vagina, dripping off the cock and onto Cindy's hand. I just knew her hand had to be soaked, and the cock must have been covered with juice.
Even though I couldn't see it, I was sure there was liquid streaming down and rolling off the vibrator.
My juices were running hot and heavy. Now Cindy was sliding the vibrator in and out without any regard for my pussy. Which was fine because I was so overcome with emotion that I couldn't feel my pussy, anyway. What I could feel was a giant sensation running through my entire body. The sheets under me were soaking wet. My hair was flopping every which way. My ass was dripping with juice, sweat and the like. My whole body was so wet, it appeared as if I had just stepped out of a shower.
Cindy leaned against me and we slid back and forth on the flood of sweat. She leaned her hot pussy up against one end of the vibrator which was still being inserted into my hot hole. She was using her cunt to push it in further, jamming it in tight against the walls of my cunt. I could feel extra squirts of liquids running out of my cunt and as they began to increase, I began screaming with delight.
I had never experienced anything like this before. The vibrator kept humming, it didn't drown in the sea of mad fucking as I had feared. It just kept on plugging up the hole in my cunt. It was so different from a man's cock. I just had never felt such a solid mass inside my cunt. The vibrator was still working, it never grew limp, and while most men would have already shot their wad, the vibrator just kept on fucking me.
Cindy obviously knew what she was doing as she kept pushing the vibrator inside me, going up farther inside the hottest pussy in town. Her ass was now thrusting forward and pushing the vibrator inside me. She would pull it out a bit as she withdrew her hips, and then thrust it back in again, only with greater force each time.
The vibrator filled the entire inside of my cunt like no man's cock had ever done. My cunt stretched as it went farther in. I just couldn't believe the total fucking experience of Cindy's vibrator. Then Cindy sat up straight on my ass. She left the vibrator running inside my cunt, and I was so exhausted that I could barely move. I just wanted to lay there and let the vibrator gently massage the inside of my hole.
I turned my head to the right and I could, for the first time, catch Cindy and I in the dresser mirror. I was lying there passively with sweat and cunt juice glistening off my entire body. Cindy was squatting on my ass.
Her head was tilted backwards and she was fingering herself with her right hand. Then, in a downward motion, she was sweeping her left hand across her breasts.
I could tell all the action with my cunt fucking the vibrator had been too much for her. I didn't want to interrupt her so, I just watched her finger-fucking herself in the mirror. It was quite a show! I kept quiet and, except for the sound of the vibrator still running inside my vagina, the only other sound in the room was Cindy oohing and ahhing as she was bringing herself to the edge of an orgasm.
She turned slightly and I got an even better view of her tanned thighs opening and her fingers going in and out of her cunt. Cindy was throwing them in and out so fast it was hard to follow the action. I almost wanted to tell her to slow down so I could catch more of her act. But I didn't.
Then her face was contorted with pain as she jabbed them in even more fiercely and I could see a dab of cunt-juice dripping off her fingers as she pulled them out again, and then reinserted them. She was obviously coming now and I began to move my hips up and down. I turned my face away so she couldn't see I had been watching.
Then I began madly moving my hips up and down until I could feel her juices dripping down my ass and through the crack in my ass. It felt warm and creamy and I kept going for a couple of minutes until I knew Cindy had gotten off totally.
No sooner had I stopped than I heard the vibrator. I had forgotten about the little device in all the activity taking place on top of my ass. It had fallen out of my pussy and laid next to me.
Then Cindy, who I thought would be ready to collapse, was again fucking me with the machine. Again she crawled atop my ass and began pushing in and out with the purring vibrator. This time her body was even more slippery and I could feel some of her cunt-juice still dripping out of her hole and onto my ass. I wanted to reach down and rub some in my hole and finger myself, but I was still tied up and couldn't get free.
Cindy seemed even more intent on fucking me with the vibrator this time. I wasn't sure I was up for it at all. My arms, especially around my shoulders, were beginning to hurt from the strain of being tied up. My cunt was so wet, I didn't see how I could feel anything. But Cindy was busy sticking in and out of my cunt. She was so determined to get me off that she would have used anything within her reach.
I held my legs together firmly, trying to slow down her movements, and keep the vibrator between my legs.
Cindy then used her finger to excite my ass by sticking it in with no warning. She had fingered my ass dry, but in an instant it was slipping in and out with the movement of her hand. It felt both great and miserable at the same time. I was uncomfortable, my arms and legs were getting restless from being tied down, and my whole body felt like a wreck. But Cindy was massaging my clit and cunt lips with a wonderful vibrator, there was a strong scent of cunt-juice in the air around me, and I was building up for a nice orgasm.
"Does it feel good, honey?" Cindy inquired.
"Of course!" I answered.
"And what about your cunt, is it hot and horny now?"
"Yes, it's so hot and horny, I can't stand it!"
"Do you like fucking the vibrator?"
"Yes, I love it!"
"Do you love it more than a cock?" she asked. And with that she thrust the vibrator in further and we were both sweating so fast and heavy I was sure we would lose five pounds. Cindy was going wild, jumping up and down on my ass and I could feel a steady sprinkle of sweat falling on my back. My hips were rising up and down, arching, like I was expecting a cock.
Then, in this flurry of fucking, there was a pause. Surely Cindy didn't think I was done! Then I felt a hot mass of something enter my cunt. It was hot, sweaty and hard. I couldn't figure it out. After a few seconds it felt so good all thoughts were blocked out of my mind.
I was ready for anything that would get me off I thought it might have been Cindy's hand with some lotion on it, or maybe she had a dildo hid under the bed. But no matter what it was, it was sliding in and out of my pussy relentlessly. It was reaching up inside my cunt for my insides. I could feel it banging off the walls of my vagina. I couldn't hold back any longer. I just knew I was going to explode. I sent a stream of juice coursing out my hole and down my legs.
And then to my surprise I felt something shooting back. It was a hot liquid entering my cunt, shooting every which way. I humped my ass up and was swaying with the thing on my ass. There was an avalanche of hot liquids running in and out my cunt. I knew I was about done oozing my juices, so I arched my back and took in the thing a couple more times and collapsed.
I was so exhausted, I just lay on the bed panting. I wondered if it would ever move again. Then I thought about the strange object in my pussy. I gathered together all my strength and craned my neck. There, resting on the cheeks of my ass, was Dick. I couldn't believe my eyes. I took another look. Sure enough, it was Dick. He looked up and smiled.
"Dick?"
He looked me in the eye and paused, then smiled. "Shouldn't you be getting home now?" he asked.