He covered her with it.
Again and again his hot, sticky jism spurted out of his cock, landing all over her body just like she had wanted it.
When he was finally finished she was covered with his cum; literally covered. It glistened on her face, her neck, her stomach – everywhere.
With a groan he sank to the pound next to her. Then they both looked at each other and smiled. It was obvious that they were both happy with what had just happened to them.
Later, in my bedroom, I sat on the low stool in front of my dresser. My cunt was still dripping wet and alive with excitement. I knew that there was no way I was going to leave this room until my pussy was satisfied.
I took off my top.
My tits were white and milky, each capped with a full, sensitive nipple. Looking at them reminded me of Michelle's tits; hers were a little bit larger, but mine were perfect in shape, each a soft creamy teardrop swelling from my cheat.
Then I stood up and took off my bottoms, revealing my cunt. There were traces of hot cream all around my slit, but they were nothing compared to what was inside me.
I spread my legs. Inside, beyond the pink lips that stared back at me, I could feel hot cream boiling and foaming. My entire cunt felt like it was on the verge of melting.
I wanted to jam three fingers deep into my pussy and relieve the incredible pressure that was building up inside me, but there was really no point in rushing things.
Instead, I let both my hands crawl up to my tits. The nipples were so sensitive that when I touched them it was impossible for me not to goon out but they jumped in my hands, warm and soft and alive.
Still, my cunt was crying out for attention in a way that would not be denied. I had to take care of it soon or I was going to go crazy.
Slowly my right hand crept down across my stomach toward my crotch. Finally I could feel my soft, downy cunt hairs beneath my fingertips.
Then I was there.
I could feel the wetness that was coming out of my steaming cunt. It felt as if there were afire inside me, turning my cunt into a warm pool of melted butter.
My right forefinger slipped inside. I could feel hot honey clinging to it as I pushed deeper and deeper into my pulsing cunt.
A moment later I added another finger.
And another.
Now my pussy felt tight and slippery. My fingers were all applying pro sure in different directions, spreading out within my cunt and driving me dour and closer to the release that I knew wasn't very far away.
"Come on, cunt…" I whispered, urging my pussy to do what I wanted it to.
Then I felt it.
At first it was nothing more than a tiny spot of extra heat deep inside my cunt. It felt like a glowing ember, a tiny coal that was growing stronger with each passing second.
"Come on… God… ohhhhh!"
I began to rotate my crotch, driving it down against my finger, grinding against my entire hand with enough force to drive me completely crazy.
It was fantastic.
I felt as if my entire body were more tuned in right now than it had ever been. In my mind I kept thinking about the sight of Michelle's cunt being fucked again and again by that magnificent cock.
The coal was bigger now, and hotter. It was making my cunt get so hot that everything inside me was boiling over.
Then it happened.
My entire cunt spilled over, hot cream shooting out of my slot like it had been fired from a cannon. Sticky rivers of cum ran down the inside of my thighs and I could feel my entire crotch beginning to pulsate in the vivid after glow of my climax.
Finally I took my finger out of my cunt. They were dripping with cum. I could hardly restrain myself from plunging them into my mouth and licking them until they were dry.
Things were looking up.
CHAPTER TWO
When Gerald got home two hours later I was lying in bed asleep. The sound of the garage door opening awakened me, but I decided against getting up immediately. It was so nice just lying there…
That was a mistake.
Gerald, for one of the few times in the last two yearn, was horny. I could tell it the minute he walked into the bedroom and stared at my naked tits above the sheets.
"Well, well, well," he announced, trying to keep his eyes averted from my nipples but not doing a very good job of it.
"Well, well, well what?"
"There's a lady of leisure in my bed."
"No shit."
I stared at him for a moment, then started to get out of the bed. I'd better hurry, I thought to myself, or it'll be too late.
It was already too late.
"Hey, where're you going?" he said, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"I've got to cook dinner."
"That can wait."
He looked at me with his eyes practically drooling. I knew I was in trouble. He had his shirt all the way off now, revealing his hairy chest and slightly expanding waistline.
"This is a switch. What happened, did your secretary turn out to be a cock teaser?"
I regretted saying it almost immediately. The last thing I needed to do right now was get him mad, and this remark had done just that.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"Fuck you, Sheryl."
"All right. Come on."
I lay back on the bed and spread my legs resignedly. I wasn't the least bit turned on, but I knew I might as well give up and get it over with. After all, it wasn't very often that he decided he really wanted to fuck, but once he did there was no turning back.
He stared at me. I could tell he was getting madder each second, but somehow I didn't really care. In fact, when I stopped to think about it I realized that I wanted him to be mad at me.
It all had something to do with what I was planning to do tomorrow. Maybe I was feeling guilty about fucking Robert and I wanted to somehow get angry at Gerald so I wouldn't feel so bad. Maybe it was something else.
His cock was fully hard before he even got his undershorts off. Then he climbed on top of me, his heavy body pressing me down on the bed while his hand tried to guide his cock into my pussy.
"Jesus, you're dry as a bone."
"Sorry. I didn't plan for you to be horny. It's not exactly normal, you know."
He shoved a finger into my cunt. It hurt a little, but I didn't let him know how it felt. I just wanted to get all this over with.
"Why don't you get me wet?"
He didn't say anything. We were both aware that it was as much a taunt on my part as a question; he never had really liked eating my cunt. He said it made him feel like an animal.
That was Gerald for you.
Every time I looked at him I got frustrated; he was really a good looking man if he could just figure out what to do with it. But he didn't even want to fly.
"Come on, Gerald, eat my cunt. Just a little. Make it nice and wet."
He looked up at me, resentment clearly written on his face. He knew I was mocking him, and yet he was still hesitant to do what I asked of him.
Finally he buried his face in my cunt.
"Oh Gerald, that's nice… real nice." The tone of my voice was still sarcastic. I knew it was foolish and pointless to be acting this way, but right now Gerald really turned me off.
He was such a jerk; I couldn't figure out why I ever married him.
He shoved his tongue into my cunt, slavering all over me so my slit would get wet and juicy. For a moment I thought he might really get into what he was doing, but I was wrong.
As soon as I was wet he lifted his face up and got ready to enter me with his prick.
"Jesus, Gerald, a Goddamn puppy dog could do better than that."
Suddenly he got very angry. I could see the veins standing out on his neck as he grabbed his cock and guided it toward my cunt.
Still, he didn't say anything.
"What's the matter, Gerald?"
"Fuck you."
"Looks like that's what you're gonna do, whether I like it or not."