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Found Out (MF, rom)
by Troy Comments to tpierce@sprynet.com
(c) 1995
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This story was inspired by Cindy, who graciously answered my
request for ideas for a story.
Troy
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Found Out!
"I love to play with my pussy while I read you letters, Richard.
Right now I'm sitting here on the edge of my chair, my legs
spread as far apart as they can be and my left hand is caressing
the inside of my thigh. God I wish it was your hand, or better
still, your tongue touching me there. The thought of your
tongue sets me on fire and I feel like my insides are burning
with my need for you.
"My hand just found my pussy and I'm tracing the outline of my
wet, swollen lips. My clit is burning and I know that if I
touch it I won't be able to hold back any longer. I can feel my
juices starting to escape from my slit, sliding down to my ass. Oh
GOD, it feels so good.
"I'm rubbing the slippery liquid all over the area between my
pussy and ass. I'm tasting it now, licking my fingers,
imagining that I am tasting it from your tongue.
"Oh, YES! I can't stand it any longer. I have to cum!!! My
fingers finally work their way to my clit, fully exposed and
hard now. OH FUCK! FUCK, I'M CUMMING, RICHARD! LICK MY CLIT!
"Mmmm. That was delicious! I hope you enjoyed reading about my
orgasm as much as I enjoyed having it!
"As much as I hate to end here, I must. Tomorrow is a busy day
and I'm gonna need all the sleep I can get tonight. Now I can
sleep satisfied, as satisfied as I CAN be with just my fingers
to comfort me."
"Lust and Kisses,
"Donna"
As always, Donna's letters make my cock throb, and as I've done
more and more frequently since my wife's death, I find myself
stroking my manhood.
My fingers caress my balls and I fantasize that it IS my tongue
tracing around Donna's hot pussy, tasting the nectar flowing
from her body.
As I finger MY ass, I imagine my tongue probing HER puckered
little ass hole and tickling her clit. I glide across every
ridge and wrinkle, tasting her, rising her to new heights.
Slowly my fingers curl around my shaft. It's so hard! My eyes
close as I give in to the tight sensation of my hand sliding up
and down the length, building speed to match my mental picture
of Donna's building orgasm.
The pressure in my balls is almost too much to bear! I imagine
her grabbing my head in her hands and pressing my face into her
wetness as she screams in pleasure. Her legs clinching around
my head.
"Ugh!" is all I manage to utter as I watch my cum shoot from me
like I was putting out a fire. But then, in a way I am.
My fingers refuse to release my half hard cock. Their stroke
made slippery by the cum still leaking out. I watch in
fascination as it runs in thick rivers down my stomach and is
caught in the red hair between my legs. The little scar on the
inside of my thigh is quivering as though it too is satisfied
and I rub some of my personal body lotion on it.
That scar! I got it as a teenager when I was showing off for the
"girl next door". I jumped over a fence to impress her and
caught a nail that cut me just below my nuts. Another inch and
I'd have been in big trouble.
Donna laughed when I told her about the incident, because I told
her that it worked out pretty well! The girl I was trying to
impress was so concerned; she took me into her house and cleaned
and bandaged the cut. Well, one thing lead to another and
before long we were in her room torturing the bedsprings.
Having caught my breath now, I decided that there was time to
write Donna a quick note before I went to bed at least partially
satisfied.
I told her how much I loved to have her describe how she pleases
herself and how it made my cock react like it did when I was a
teenager.
I told her my fantasy about being with her, slowly removing her
clothes and caressing her body with both my fingers and my
tongue. How I wanted to massage her feet and run my tongue
between her toes, then up her legs to her pussy. But I wouldn't
let her cum, not just yet. I'd lick my way down her other leg
and enjoy the rest of her first.
I'd kiss her lips and let our tongues dance together while my
fingers explored the wet recesses of her womanhood. From time
to time I'd bring my fingers to our mouths and flavor our kiss
with her sweetness.
As she starts to moan, I'd break my lips away and leave a string
of kisses to her neck. I'd run my fingers through her hair as I
push it away from her ear. Sucking on her ear lobe; a tiny
bite; a lick all the way around her ear and then my tongue
glides down her body seeking new pleasure points.
The base of her neck draws me like a string was attached to my
lips and they join in the pleasure again. Then, following the
ridge of her collar bone with my kisses, I find the place where
her two perfect breasts come together.
As my fingers reach that small spot inside her that will ignite
her passion, a thin sheen of perspiration covers her like
morning dew. She shudders at the contact, but I refuse to back
away.
My tongue tastes the salty moisture as it leaves its trail under
each breast. They quiver in response to her nearing orgasm and
I take one of her hard nipples in my mouth and nurse like an
infant.
She moans again as my teeth gently scrape her nipple and my
tongue flicks lightly over the tip.
I sense her orgasm getting nearer and slow my fingers. Her moan
now is one of frustration for she desperately wants release. I
too want to experience her orgasm, so I lick my way down her
tummy, around her navel, and finally reach the center of her
pleasure.
I remove my fingers from her pussy and use the slippery fluids
to ease a digit into her ass. One knuckle deep, I pause while
my tongue makes a circuit of her freshly barbered pussy. It's
like gliding over red hot ice, frictionless and I can feel every
bump and crease.
My finger continues in and out of her ass, getting deeper with
each stroke. I synchronize my finger and tongue to her thrusting
hips. My mouth closes around her clit and my tongue tickles it
even further out of it's satin sheath.
I can tell that she is about to erupt and I give her clit one
last lick and thrust my finger and my tongue into her as far as
I can. She gasps, and it is all I can do to stay with her
through the peak.
Before I closed, I told her how my cock was trying to force it's
way through the silk boxer shorts I had on and if I didn't stop
now, I'd be stroking it all night. I told her good night and
signed off the net.
Lying in bed, I wondered for the hundredth time what Donna
looks like, what she sounds like, what she smells like, what she
tastes like. We've been writing each other for about a year now
and as each letter grows more intense, so does my need for her.
We "met" when the loneliness of my wife's death really started
getting to me. One of the "soccer moms" I met at my son's games
suggested I look into an "encounter" group on the internet. Her
husband had abandoned her and their son Todd three years ago and
Janet said that "chatting" with others had helped her a lot.
Even though she didn't have the courage to get involved with any
of the discussions, just reading the messages from others was
enough.
It took a while to actually do it, but now I'm glad I did. It
DID help to talk to others and through one of the groups, I met
Donna (I knew it wasn't her real name, but hell, I wasn't using
my real name either).
At first, our letters simply talked about the loneliness and how
we coped. I'm not sure how or even who started the erotic
letters, but they've helped most of all.
As Todd and my son, Tony became best friends, Janet and I ran
into each other frequently and became good friends ourselves.
Neither of us were ready to "date" anyone yet and having a
friend to talk to appealed to both of us. Sure, we've been
places together, mostly taking our sons to the movies, field
trips or a quick trip to a hamburger joint; but always as a
friend.
While we were watching the boys play soccer one Saturday
morning, she asked if I had looked into the internet groups. I
was embarrassed to tell her too much, so I said simply that I
had and she was right, reading about how other people were
dealing with THEIR problems helped me with mine.
I drifted of to sleep thinking of Donna. Hoping I'd dream about
her again.
The next morning, Tony and I picked up Janet and Todd for a
school field trip. As usual the boys quickly got lost in their
own world and when we got to the school, ran for the bus so that
they could be sure to get seats together.
Janet and I checked in with the teacher, Miss Martin, and she thanked us
for volunteering to help keep an eye on the kids. When we got
on the bus, there was a seat in the back that was empty and we
sat together.
"You look like you've been up all night, Mark." she told me with
a smile.
"Most of it, I guess. I had a letter that I wanted to finish
while things were fresh. What's your excuse," I said with a
wink to be sure she new I was teasing, "hot date last night?"
I was rewarded with that little pinch that all women seem to
learn somewhere. "In a way!" she replied with a sly smile.
"No, I was doing some reading in bed and before I knew it, it
was pretty late."
We chatted throughout the trip to the museum and I found myself
just staring at her from time to time. I've always thought of
her as an attractive woman, but lately she seemed even more so.
Once inside the museum we had little time to talk, Janet was
with one group and I was bringing up the rear with mine.
Speaking of rears, I don't know what it was about Janet's that
made me keep watching her. I figured it was some left over
horniness from last night. After all, Janet was a friend and in
spite of what I tell Donna, I had no real desire for a physical
relationship just yet.
When she would turn and catch me looking at her, I'd give her a
look that said I was bored and couldn't wait to get back on the
bus.
The field trip DID finally end and we filed back into the bus
for the return trip. On the way home, Janet stood in the aisle
and bent to help one of the kids clean up a mess of some kind.
As she bent, her skin tight jeans were right where I found it
impossible to ignore.
A sudden pothole knocked her off balance and she fell back into
my lap. I tried to catch her out of reflex, but ended up with
my left hand against her back and my right on her butt, my
fingers against the spot her pussy would be.
The kids thought it was hysterical, and she seemed to be hamming
it up a bit for them. She squirmed around as I tried to find a
graceful way to disengage. The more she squirmed, the less I
was able to move my hands and I swear that I felt a growing wet
warmth on my fingers.
After the kids had a good chuckle, she finally sat in the seat
and I searched for a way to convince her that my touch was
purely accidental. Her face was flushed as she dismissed my
attempts saying "Oh, I didn't mind, besides it kept them
entertained for a bit, didn't it?"
When we got to the school everyone said their good-byes and we
piled into my car to go home. When I pulled into Janet's
driveway, she suggested "Why don't you and Tony come in and stay
for dinner. We're having leftovers, but there's plenty."
Since I wasn't eager to go home and make dinner, I gladly
accepted her invitation. The boys bounced around and voiced
their approval of the idea as well.
Since she refused to let me in her kitchen, I was playing with
the boys in the living room. We were wrestling around on the
floor when I heard a ripping sound and felt a breeze. The boys
almost doubled over with laughter.
"What's so funny you guys?" Janet called from the kitchen.
The kids were laughing so hard they could hardly talk but they
managed to tell her of my embarrassing situation.
Janet came into the room and tried to keep a straight face, but
failed miserably. "Come with me, I'm sure I've got something
you can wear till after dinner."
I followed her to her bedroom where she opened a closet and
handed me a man's robe. I asked her which boyfriend had left
this behind and she punctuated her explanation that it was her
ex-husband's with an elbow in the ribs.
"Put this on and give me those pants." she smiled. "I'll fix
them after dinner."
She stood there with her hand out and gave no indication that
she was going to leave me to change in private or even turn
around, so I thought I'd see just how long she would watch. I
made a production of undoing my belt and pulling it from my
waist. I looked at her daringly as I unbuttoned them and slowly
slid the zipper down.
I noticed that her fingers weren't quite steady as I hooked my
thumbs under the waistband and started them down. I stepped out
of my shoes and let my pants drop to the floor.
Her eyes betrayed her interest as they went to my crotch.
Unfortunately, my cock betrayed mine as it hardened and made a
tent in my boxers.
"Uh," she gulped "I'll put these by the sewing machine and fix
them later." She said as she stooped to pick them off the
floor. I stepped out of them and was putting on the robe when I
noticed she had stopped mid way up. She was mere inches from my
stiffness and examining it like a tigress eyeing her prey.
Her hand started to reach out when she caught herself and jerked
it back.
She suddenly coughed and turned away to set the pants down.
"That's some scar on your leg." She said, covering her
embarrassment with small talk.
"Yeah, from a stupid teenage stunt! Maybe I'll tell you about
it someday"
She smiled sheepishly when she faced me again and commented on
how nicely her husband's robe fit me.
Dinner was delicious. Her leftovers were better than my best
efforts and Tony and I ate like it was the first food we'd had
in days.
The boys were their usual talkative selves, but Janet was
quieter than usual and every now and then I would catch her
glancing at me. I thought I had perhaps gone too far and
decided to apologize as soon as the kids were out of earshot.
As if they read my mind, the boys asked to be excused and dashed
to the basement to play with a new video game. Janet started
clearing the table and I stood to help her, feeling a bit
awkward.
"Janet, I want to apologize. I didn't mean to get so carried
away before dinner. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
"Hmm?" she said, still a bit distracted. "Oh, NO, you didn't
embarrass me Mark, don't be silly, I've seen guys in their
underwear before."
"Are you sure?" I asked, flooding with relief.
"Of course! Now, are you gonna help me with the dishes or not?"
She seemed to have pushed whatever it was out of her mind and we
talked as we cleaned up and had a good laugh about my "busting
my breeches." Still, every now and then, she'd look at me like
she was trying to come to some kind of decision.
Todd came in to tell us of his victory against the evil
warrior-bots from Neptune and asked if Tony could spend the
night. They had built a "fort" in the backyard and wanted to
spend the night camping in it, as they have at least once every
weekend for the past three or four.
"If Mr. Richards doesn't mind, it's okay with me." Janet said,
effectively passing the ball into my court.
"It's okay with me, as long as you make sure no dragons or evil
knights try to sneak into the house to get your Mom." I teased.
"There's no such thing as dragons and knights Mr. Richards,
they're just pretend." Todd corrected me just before he dashed
off shouting to Tony that it was OK.
Janet and I chuckled at their energy and finished cleaning up.
"How about some wine?" she asked as we put the finishing touches
on the place.
"That'd be great!" I said, and she produced a couple of glasses.
"Would you mind getting a bottle from the basement, I need to
freshen up a bit."
I told her that I didn't mind at all. Her husband enjoyed wines
and had quite a collection in his "cellar." As part of the
divorce she got Todd and the house with everything in it,
including the wine.
Being partial to German wines, I picked a good Bernkastel
Spatlese.
"G'night dad!" "Good night Mr. Richards." The boys couldn't
wait to start their adventure.
"'Night boys, see ya tomorrow."
When I got back upstairs, Janet wasn't around, so I sat the wine
and glasses on the coffee table and went in search for the TV's
remote control. I found it on an end table next to Janet's open
briefcase.
I honestly wasn't snooping, but something caught my eye and I
read a little bit of a letter that was sticking out beneath a
folder. It looked like one that I had written to "Donna" a week
or so ago! I refused to rummage through her private papers, but
something about it looked all to familiar.
It couldn't be! There had to be some other explanation: it was
a letter from someone else that was just close to what I had
written to my pen pal, or maybe I was just imagining the whole
thing. I just couldn't see "Donna" and Janet as the same
person, Donna was perpetually horny, Janet was kind of shy. They
were as different as night and day!
It had to be a coincidence.
"Where are the boys?" Janet asked from down the hall.
"Last time I saw them, they were headed for the yard, sleeping
bags in hand."
"Good! Find some wine?"
"You bet, all I'm missing is you and some soft music!" God, I
can't believe I said that. She is NOT Donna! If I keep
thinking and acting like she is I'm going to really piss her off.
"Well, here I am, and . . . here is the music."
She had changed from the tight jeans and blouse into a baggy old
T-shirt. Her legs were bare and when she bent over to turn on
the stereo, I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties or
bra.
Damn. She wasn't making things easy!
She sat next to me and asked "I hope you don't mind me changing
into my bum arounds, this is a lot more comfortable. Besides,
if you can run around in just a robe and boxer shorts, I figure
this is just as appropriate, don't you?"
"You bet!" I smiled.
She curled her legs under her on the sofa and sat facing me as
we talked and sipped the wine. The talk was innocent enough,
but I couldn't get the thought of this lovely lady sitting there
with only a thin layer of cotton between me and all her glory.
I could feel myself getting harder by the minute and tried to
keep my hands in my lap to hide the bulge.
"Mark, I have a confession to make about why I was so distracted
earlier tonight."
"Sounds serious! Who'd you kill?"
"Not that kind of confession!" she giggled. I knew she was
getting tipsy because that's the only time she ever giggles.
"Remember how I suggested a while back that you check out those
groups on the internet? How I said that I'd read some of the
articles, but didn't correspond with anyone in the groups?"
"Sure, I read them for quite a while and it really helped."
"Well, I wasn't exactly honest with you. I DID write to a
couple of people, guys actually, and they wrote back, but this
one guy was different, we kept writing to each other even after
the others had stopped and I've been writing to him now for
quite a while. I don't know his name, where he lives or
anything about him, really."
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. I
should have been happy for her. It sounded like she's finally
found someone that might make her happy.
"I guess my imagination's been working overtime lately, but when
I saw that scar on your leg, just for a moment, I thought that
YOU might be ... Oh never mind. I know it's crazy, forget I
said anything."
To say I was stunned would be understating it. But belief and
confirmation are a heartbreak apart so I had to find out for
myself.
"For a moment you thought I was Richard, didn't you, Donna?"
She didn't show the surprise or anger I was expecting, instead,
she sat her glass down and slowly rose to her knees. She
brought her hands to my face and then her mouth. I could see a
tear well in her eye and run down her cheek just as her lips
touched mine.
"You don't know how I prayed it WAS you." she said. "I was
afraid it was just my imagination."
"I know the feeling, I saw a little bit of a letter that I sent
to Donna when I was looking for the remote. I could read just a
little, not enough to be sure. At first I was convinced that it
couldn't be you, then I wasn't sure, then I was afraid it
WASN'T! I was afraid you'd find out and be mad, I w"
"Shhh!" She put her fingers to my lips to quiet me. "I'm GLAD
it's you Mark. I think I've loved Richard for the things he
made me feel sexually, but I've loved you for just as long for
the things you make me feel in my heart! Now I can really have
both!"
Once again, she let her lips touch mine and the electricity that
flowed from one to the other was real. I haven't felt this much
love since my wife passed away. I suddenly realized that I've
loved Janet for a long time too, but was afraid to admit it,
even to myself.
Our bodies molded to each other like the last two pieces in a
jigsaw puzzle. Our hands explored each other with knowledge
gleaned from our letters throughout the months.
She broke the embrace and I felt like a bandage had been ripped
off a wound. The concern must have shown on my face, because she
smiled and said "I know, me too! Let's go somewhere more
comfortable."
I followed her to her bedroom for the second time tonight,
knowing that this trip would be the last for the evening.
We no sooner closed the door than she shed her T-shirt and my
breath stopped completely. She was more beautiful than I had
imagined! Her breasts were everything I fantasized about and
she'd shaved her pussy; recently from the redness still clinging
like a young girls blush.
She untied my robe and pushed it off of my shoulders. Then
practically ripped my shirt from my back. I started to remove
my boxers when she shook her head and said "not just yet,
please?"
I was naked, except for the Hunter green silk shorts and she
gently pushed me onto the bed with my legs dangling over the
side.
Kneeling between my legs, Janet ran her hands up my legs. Her
finger traced the scar that had betrayed me, and her touch was
burning hot. My loins reacted as she knew they would as she
started kissing my legs, first the left knee, then the right,
then the left again, only a bit higher. Her alternating kisses
worked their way up to my waist and she rubbed her face against
the smooth fabric I was still wearing.
Janet kissed my stiff cock and balls through the silk, then
opened the fly to expose my manhood. She bunched the soft
material around my stiffness like a nest and kissed me from my
balls to the tip. Her tongue slipped past her lips and she
licked the pre-cum that was welling on the head.
As her tongue circled my dick, she slowly allowed it to enter
her mouth. Deeper and hotter. I moaned my approval as her nose
touched my pubic hair.
I wanted to watch her suck me and gently brushed her hair from
her face.
Watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth was almost too
much for me. I told her that If she didn't stop I was going to
cum.
Switching from mouth to hand without missing a stroke, she said
"I've wanted that for a long time. Cum in my mouth, I want to
taste you. Cum hard and fill my throat it."
When she returned her mouth, I could feel the first signs of my
imminent release and bucked my hips uncontrollably. She caressed
my balls, urging them to release their hold.
Animal sounds filled the room. Grunts and guttural sounds that
haven't been heard on this planet since time began. With a
final thrust I filled her wish, and her mouth, with everything
I had.
The first jet was particularly large and a little leaked onto
her chin. Decreasing in volume, but not orgasmic energy, the
next spurts were swallowed without loss.
I softened in her mouth and she let my cock slide from her lips
with a soft pop.
She climbed my body till she was kneeling over me. Her smile
was the mirror of my own as she lowered her lips to mine. I
tasted myself on her lips and tongue. I ran my tongue around
her lips and picked up the dollop of cum from her chin. Our
tongues twirled around each other, playing with the slippery
stuff.
"My turn!" I told her as I rolled us over so that I was on top
now.
I kissed her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, anything that
I could reach. "I love you!" I said meaning every word.
"I know!" She said smiling.
My mouth worked its way to her breasts, covering every square
inch. Her nipples were hard and large. I alternated, kiss the
right, lick the left, lick the right, mouth the left, mouth the
right, suck the left . . .
I discovered that the underside of her tits was a ticklish spot
and I used my tongue to drive her crazy. She begged me to stop,
but didn't try very hard to escape.
I slid my tongue down her body, tasting as much as I could. She
tasted wonderful. I couldn't resist probing her cute little
bellybutton with my tongue and she seemed to enjoy it as much as
I did.
I knelt on the floor between her legs and looked into her open
pussy as I fondled her feet and licked her legs.
"I know what you'd like to watch." she said in a husky voice.
Her hand slid down her torso to her pussy and she started to rub
her clit in little circles.
I watched in erotic fascination as she fulfilled one of the
fantasies I'd described to her many times. My eyes were glued
to her fingers as my mouth marched it's way ever closer. The
smell of her sex was driving me crazy as my tongue reached out
to lick the smooth flesh between her pussy and her asshole.
She felt my presence and stopped her manipulations. "Don't
stop!" I breathed and coated my tongue with her leaking fluids.
I lifted her legs and put her feet on my shoulders to give me
better access to the rosebud between her cheeks. Still watching
her attend to herself, I licked circles around her asshole and
it quivered in anticipation. A stream of white liquid ran from
above to add flavor and lubrication.
I pressed my tongue hard against her asshole and was rewarded
with a moan of unexpected pleasure. Her hips started moving and
I kept my tongue still and let her motions guide it to the most
sensitive spots.
"Lick my pussy!" she pleaded with me. She grabbed my hair to
emphasize the urgency of the request.
I licked my way from her ass to her clit, pressing my tongue
deep into every yielding area. When I reached her clit, she
jumped as if I'd touched an exposed nerve. I gently kissed and
licked her clit until it was accustomed to my touch.
I used a finger to penetrate her nether region and curled it so
that I could massage the inside of her pussy from behind.
Her moans increased in ferocity and her motions became less
regular. I could feel her body tensing for the sprint to the
finish line and I doubled my efforts with my tongue. I was
sucking for all I was worth when she came.
"OH GOD! YES, YES! HARDER! FUCK, I'M CUMMING MARK, EAT ME! OHHH
YESSS!"
Her legs gripped my head and her hands pulled me so tight into
her that I thought I would drown in her wetness. I worked
myself free enough to get some oxygen and continued my labor of
lust.
She arched her back and froze, eyes and mouth open in
mid-scream. Every muscle was stiff and still except for those
involved in her orgasm. I could feel them clamping and
releasing my finger and sucking at my tongue like they were
trying to pull me inside.
Suddenly she sighed and collapsed. She was like a rag doll,
unable to lift her arms, legs or head.
I eased out from my position and bent to kiss her. "I love you,
Mark!"
"I know!" I answered as our lips met again.
I lifted her and moved her farther onto the bed and we laid
there holding each other when something came between us!
Revived by the intensely erotic activities, and the closeness of
this beautiful lady, my cock announced that it needed further
attention.
With a smile, Janet rolled me onto my back and straddled me.
Her breasts mesmerized me, dangling so close to my mouth and I
could feel the heat from her pussy as she lowered it onto me.
"It's been a long time for both of us, but I can't wait any
longer." Janet said as my cock entered her like it had a will of
it's own.
Slowly she swallowed my sex in hers as I watched. Inch by inch
until her bald pubis pressed against the silk boxers I'd
forgotten to remove.
She felt the cool, slick cloth and smiled. "I like this! I
could stay like this forever!"
As she rose, her pussy tried to grab my shaft like it was loathe
to relinquish it. As she lowered back down I was pulled into
her deeper and deeper.
Her pussy was so very tight and I was afraid to move for fear of
hurting her, but she quickly chased those fears away. She
picked up her pace, in and out, varying the length of her
stroke. Then stopping and putting all her weight on me trying
to force me in even deeper.
Her hands rested on my chest and she played with my nipples
while she rotated her hips around my pivot. My nipples hardened
with her touch as hers were doing to mine. I cupped her breasts
in my hands and brought the nipples together and into my mouth.
I suckled both at once and listened to the wet sounds of our
love.
A moan!
A sigh!
A whimper!
The springs of the bed protested the activity it hadn't
witnessed in years.
The heat in her love furnace grew to a fever pitch. Her
movements became primal. She threw her head back and called on
the gods to give her release.
Her entreaties were answered!
"OH MARK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! HARDER! YES! ALMOST . . .
OH GOD!"
As I felt her warm cum coat my shaft and her spasms grip me, I
added my voice and cum to the mixture. I thrust my hips
uncontrollably. Up, Up, harder!
"FFFUUUCCCKKKK! I'M CUMMING!" was all I could manage. Then the
world stopped, I couldn't feel, hear or see anything for what
seemed an eternity.
Suddenly, I felt Janet relax and lay her head on my chest. I
heard my heart pounding and thought I would surely deafen her.
I saw the most beautiful woman in the world. And nothing else
mattered.
As I joined Janet in contented sleep, the first for both of us
in some time, I smiled as I thought about how glad the boys will
be that they'll get to spend a lot more nights in their fort
from now on.
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