Since she had only one change of clothes, Cynthia decided that she should bathe before putting them back on. The sheet needed changing, she noticed as she got up. A large wet spot was on it, and it smelled of cum.
Hastily, she drew the sheet up to hide it. Should one of Alan's cousins come in, she wouldn't want him to know what had gone on. Once she had concealed the evidence of the thrilling fuck, she went into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower.
There was plenty of hot water, enough so she could enjoy herself. As her soapy hands washed away the traces of her delightful fuck with Alan, it was as though she could still feel his body next to hers, holding her, touching her. Even her cunt remembered the feel of his hard prick, plunging, attacking.
Moaning, she leaned back against the wall, letting the stinging spray invigorate her naked body. Her hand sought her tender pussylips, her fingers parting the soft folds. With the experience that countless frigging sessions had provided her with, she teased herself into a heightened state of need.
As she slid her fingers around in her juicy pussy, she could only think of Alan and his cock, his nice prick, and how well it could satisfy her.
She licked her lips, using her free hand to sensuously fondle her tits. Her nipples were stiff, throbbing. Her clit was pulsating, begging. She needed to cum, and cum bad.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. Thinking it was Alan, back for another round of hot sex, she turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. He couldn't have dropped by at a better time. Her fingers had primed her cunt so well that a cock would be most welcomed.
"Come in," she called.
Her eagerness turned to embarrassment as she saw a redheaded man enter. Blushing, she covered her tits and cunt with her hands, too stunned to speak. The intruder ogled her nakedness, his bright eyes, as dark and piercing as Alan's, covering every inch of her.
"Guess you weren't expecting me," he said quietly. "I'm Lloyd. Alan said he told you about me, and Perry. But be sure as hell didn't tell me enough about you. Damn, baby, are you one pretty girl!"
Some of her lust was returning, due in large part to the man's sexy good looks. Her pussy still needed attention, and didn't care how it got it. If she worked things right, maybe Lloyd would help her out.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"I know so," he replied. "I brought your dinner. Nothing fancy. Shit, compared to you, the meal looks like slop."
Slowly, she began to uncover her tits and pussy, and he wasn't missing one movement. His eyes glowed like smoldering coals when she stood totally exposed before him. Knowing he wasn't going to turn her down, she took a towel from the rack and dried off to get ready for him.
"Will it keep?" she questioned softly. "For, say, half an hour, at least?"
"At least," Lloyd agreed huskily.
He was at her in two strides, yanking the towel away. Tossing it down, he grinned.
"Wet or dry, it doesn't matter to me," he informed her. "Just tell me where you want it."
Seeking out his cock, she gazed up into his eyes. The size and heat of his turgid prick caused her to gasp.
"Take me to bed," she pleaded. "Ohhh, you're big. Just like…"
She caught herself in time, but Lloyd began to chuckle. While she stood frozen, the man began tweaking her nipples with his strong fingers.
"Just like, Alan?" he asked. "Don't worry. I figured he'd fucked you. I can usually tell when he's gotten a hot bitch. Are you, honey? A hot bitch?"
He drew her against him and she couldn't help rubbing her pussy on his straining cock.
"Why don't you take me to bed and find out?" she challenged. "And do you like for a girl to ask you to fuck her, the way your cousin does?"
"Babe, any man would like to be asked," he answered, grinning. "So ask."
"Would you fuck me, Lloyd?" she pleaded sexily. "Would you like to put your cock in my cunt and fuck me?"
"I'll fuck you, honey," he growled. "I'll have your pussy smoking, it'll be so hot!"
He bent and picked her up in his arms, then carried her to the bed. After he put her down, he stood up and swept his eyes over her.
"Let me see your pussy, babe," he said. "Spread your legs and let me look at what you've got for me."
Slowly, taunting him, she moved her legs apart, reaching at first to conceal then reveal her pink cuntlips to his eager gaze. With her fingers, she pulled her outer pussylips back, so that he could see how wet her cunt was. She began to tickle her clit for his benefit. And hers.
He almost tore his clothes off, keeping his eyes on her moving fingers. He was so impatient, he was breathing hard.
As he got on the bed and crouched between her legs, he ducked his head and began licking her sweltering cunt. Gasping in shock, the girl pushed at his head.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "You can't do that!"
Lloyd wouldn't listen to her objections, and she was beginning to be glad he wouldn't. His tongue was slithering all over her cunt, doing things to her slimy slit that couldn't be compared to anything else she had ever experienced.
What the redhead was doing had her whole body vibrating, bringing her toward orgasm with the speed of a jet.
She clutched at the man's curly hair, beyond caring what he was doing to her. It felt good, wonderful, and he was soon going to bring her off. As he poked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, she began fucking up at his face.
He tongue-fucked her cunthole, making her all the more ready to cum. Her asscheeks were undulating wildly, signaling her need. When he took her clit between his lips, it was all she needed to make her cum, and she voiced her pleasure, her cry rattling the windows.
Lurching, thrusting her hips up and down in rapture, Cynthia made sounds of ecstasy. It was a shattering climax, only lacking a hard cock up her pussy to make it complete. As her orgasm began to fade, she knew she had to have him fuck her to a cum, that she had to have his prick ramming her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Please, Lloyd! I need your cock!"
He climbed up and shoved his ready cock into her fuckhole. Lustfully, she arched her back, seeking even deeper penetration. His cock was just as filling as Alan's had been, just as pleasing to her greedy pussy. Feeling that stiff cock inside her was thrilling, and she writhed beneath the man as he kept pile driving his prick into her twisting body.
"I love it!" she exclaimed, groaning. "I love getting fucked by your prick! Do it more! Fuck me harder!"
Smiling, he gave her what she wanted. Plunging deeper. Faster. Bruising her with his cockmeat. Clinging to his shoulders, she took the savage screwing, and tried to fuck him back just as wildly. His cock was scorching her, adding to the heat in her cunt. She felt herself steaming, beginning to sweat, even though the room was almost cool. She was crazed by the man's prick, lost in a hazy lust-filled void that only a scintillating cum could satisfy.
It wouldn't be long now. Not with that ramrod tearing into her cunt. She wasn't breathing, she was gasping, fighting to climax, and not caring about anything else. The only thing that mattered was cuming, getting off, and she had to do it or go completely mad.
Her screech was cut off by Lloyd's mouth, his tongue writhing against hers as he kept fucking her spasming cunt. Too lost in her orgasm to notice the taste of her pussy on his mouth, she returned the kiss, savoring the explosion careening through her.
Once she settled down and became aware of what was happening, she began to squeal. Struggling with the strong man, she tried to free her mouth from his. The flavor of her juice was pungent, heady, and something about it bothered her. She wanted to escape from the awful kiss before it was too late.
But Lloyd held her prisoner with his lips and arms. His cock lunged to the balls up her pussyhole, he lay quietly on top of her and kissed her at his leisure. Cynthia had never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable. The man was using her in a vile fashion, and she didn't appreciate it.
Slowly, he began moving his cockmeat. In a little. Out a little. Back and forth, creating an irritating friction that was both pleasing and exciting. The girl was being made to turn on again, being forced in the best way possible to want that cock inside her. And to want to be kissed, no matter what was on her lover's mouth.
Moaning deeply, she surrendered herself to the man. He had her where he wanted her, and was enjoying his victory. Growling, snarling like an animal, Lloyd possessed her inflamed body. His tongue slithered in her mouth, probing almost to her tonsils. His hands were working on her tits, cawing them to throb. And his prick. God, his prick! Filling her cunt again and again. Ramming. Pounding. Relentless in its attack.
Her pussy was dripping. She could feel the juice on her asscheeks and his balls. Slurping noises punctuated each stab of his beautiful cock. She was hot. Turned on. Fucking-assed ready and willing to be screwed.
Lloyd doubled his efforts, slamming his cockmeat so savagely into her cunthole that she grunted each time his balls slapped her ass. He was rapidly pushing her toward yet another orgasm, sending her closer and closer to the gloriously dreaded chasm. She wanted to wait, to hold back. Not yet. Please, not yet. She needed to keep feeling that build-up of pressure, that pounding that was more fierce than her heartbeat.
But the man's sturdy cock was persuasive, giving her cunt a chance to calm down. It kept coaxing her onward, nearer, feeding the lust that threatened to consume her. She wanted to be consumed. Damnit, she wanted to cum.
Cynthia began fucking more wildly, her pussy snapping at the prick impaling it. If she was going to cum, then she would make certain that it was one hell of a cum. Nothing held back. No limits or boundaries to hold her in. She would cum as she never had before.
She wrapped her legs around Lloyd's ass and clung to his arms with her hands. She licked his lips and tongue, nipping at him. Her body was alive, every inch of it, alive and vibrating to every lunge that the man made.
Raking him with her nails, she climaxed. To her delight, he, too, began to cum, and the feel of his bursting cock, the thick spray of jizz, made her love it all the more.
For a few moments, they lurched and groaned, drawing out their separate orgasms and enjoying what they had done to each other. Then they became still, their shared kiss now a lingering reminder of their thrilling interlude. While their tongues played against each other, the man's cock returned to its limp state, slipping from her cunthole of its own accord.
"Damn, you can fuck good!" Lloyd murmured. "You might be stuck here a couple of days, due to the weather. Think you'd like my cock in you again while you're here?"
She caught his face between her hands, looking at his charming freckles as she tried to regain her normal breathing pattern. His suggestion appealed to her more than she could express.
"You can fuck me anytime you want to," she promised softly. "Uh, but you and Alan should get together about who'll be with me when. He said he'd come back later, for more." She smiled. "You're almost too cute to be handsome, lover. But your cock is sure how it's supposed to be. Hard and satisfying."
Chuckling, he moved to lie beside her. He lightly stroked her nipples, making them swell. In response, she turned to face him and took his shriveled prick in her hand.
"Great," he grunted. "I will talk to Alan." He grinned brightly. "So you think I'm cute, huh?"
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being cute," she told him. "Especially not when there's a cock like this that goes with it. In fact, your kind of cute arouses me. As does Alan's kind of handsome. The main thing is, you both know how to make a girl feel good." She winced. "Lloyd? If you hadn't thought I would let you fuck me, would I have looked attractive to you? Even a little?"
"Shit, yeah," he replied, smiling.
"Really?" she questioned in amazement. "You mean, you don't find a girl, well, repugnant if she doesn't want to fuck you?"
"Are you saying that if Alan and I hadn't…"
"No, of course not," she cut in, anticipating his argument. "My pussy got tingly, just looking at you two. I just thought it was different for a man. It seems to be that way for my husband, and I let him screw me whenever he wants to. I just thought – I don't know. That maybe I'm not pretty enough."
"Don't be silly, Cynthia," Lloyd stated strongly. "You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. As for your husband, he must be stupid if he doesn't enjoy fucking you. Any guy who didn't want to fill your cunt with cockmeat would have to be nuts. Or else there's something going on between you and your husband that maybe you haven't seen yet."
She rolled onto her back again, thinking about that. But the man's fingers probed into her cunt, frigging her gently, distracting her. Her hips began to wiggle.
"Well, he does seem to prefer other women," she muttered.
"In that case, he's a bastard," Lloyd said. "Do you love him?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Have you told him?" he asked. "Showed him?"
She bit her lip, shrugged. "I don't know how. Not really. I was a virgin when I got married. Robert seemed happy about that, but soon he lost interest."
"Oh," he sighed, frowning. "Tell me something, honey. Does he ever make you cum?"
Blushing, she said, "Sometimes. Not the way you and Alan did, though. It's more accidental with Robert. He doesn't do anything to, uh, get me hot."
When he took his fingers from her cunt, she pouted but didn't say anything. She felt she had already said too much. What would she do if her complaints made the redhead decide he didn't want to fuck her again?
"Don't worry, babe," he soothed. "I'll help you out. One way or another."
His willingness to come to her aid puzzled her. She stared at him in confusion as he got off the bed and began to dress.
"How can you help?" she finally asked. "It seems so hopeless."
"By the time you leave here, honey, you'll have all the ammunition you need to straighten your husband out," he promised. "And we'll both enjoy the lessons."
With a wink, he squeezed hr hand, and left.