He felt like she was going to suck his balls as dry as a desert by the time she finished tugging at his lance.
He arched his back and threw back his head as his face contorted with his bliss — his face now as red as hers.
His skin was shiny from the hot perspiration that had oozed from all of his pores during the hot hump.
His eyes closed tightly and his back teeth clenched together so tight that his jaw muscles protruded.
He trembled and his mouth fell gaping open as the boiling sperm shot out of his gaping piss hole.
Michele could feel that hot sticky silver seed bathing the inside of her hot, orgasming poontang, and she felt as if there were only one orgasm and she and her husband were sharing it equally.
Then the moment of passion was over and they both felt their ecstasy being replaced by the warm contentment of their afterglow.
Michele could feel Bernard's cock immediately lose its urgent rigidity after the come stopped spurting.
He left his prick inside her until his prick was only semi-erect before pulling it out of her pussy.
He looked down at his cock to see that it was all wet and sticky from his own come and her cunt juice.
He gave her a sharp slap on her already sore ass cheeks.
Michele collapsed on her belly, feeling badly out of breath.
She had been unable to breathe during the fuck and had a lot of oxygen to replace.
The air in the bedroom felt cool on the couple's wet skin.
She felt her heartbeat slowing gradually to normal with her afterglow. Michele rolled over on her back so she could look at Bernard.
Her eyes were only barely open, slightly puffy slits.
Her lips appeared swollen as she turned their corners upward.
She looked at her sadistic mate with a sleepy smile.
"Was I good enough for you?" Michele asked subserviently.
"Fine. Just fine," Bernard said gruffly as he climbed off the bed.
Michele would have to wait until he was horny again before she could plan on receiving any of his attention.
She decided that a shower was in order and got off the bed to throw a bathrobe over her shoulders.
Bernard quickly put his clothes back on so he could go downstairs and resume his television viewing.
Michele moved out of the room and into the bathroom where she closed the door securely behind her.
Sometimes she wished that Bernard was a loving, affectionate, caressing sort who would touch her gently and whisper sweet nothings in her shell-like ears during those contented moment after sex.
But she told herself that she should be grateful for what she had. She knew that she got off on having sex with her husband a hell of a lot more than most women her age.
She slipped the robe back off and hung it carefully on a hook behind the bathroom door, so that the dark blue robe blocked her view of the full-length mirror that was mounted there.
She pulled back the translucent shower curtain and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature so it was just right.
Michele liked her showers to be very hot after sex.
She loved to fill the bathroom with a thick fog of steam.
Michele liked her post-sex showers to be just short of scalding.
That way they seemed to sooth her inevitable wounds more completely.
She stepped into the shower and turned her back to the spray.
Michele winced as the water struck her reddened buttocks.
But she knew that those wounds would soon feel a lot better, and she could tell that sitting was not going to be a major hassle the next day.
She soaked her long dark hair so that it clung to her shoulders and to her back between her rather sharp shoulder blades.
She reached down into the soap dish and pressed her toes against the white porcelain in the bottom of the tub.
She lathered her breasts and let out a shivering moan as she stroked her own nipples for a second.
She washed her ass, which was already feeling better than it had when she entered the bathroom.
Michele moved her feet as far apart as she could get them in the tub, pressing her anklebones against the sides.
She then shuddered as she ran the white slippery soap up and down the insides of her spread thighs.
She bent at the knees a little as she ran one end of the bar of soap up and down her cunt lips.
She could feel her post-orgasmic afterglow being replaced at that moment by a rekindled passion in her cunt.
She wondered what Bernard would think if he knew she often gave herself sexual pleasure while showering.
She figured that Bernard would be pissed off if he knew that she masturbated.
Almost everything pissed him off. He would think that she didn't get off enough on him and needed additional pleasure, which would be a blow to his fragile ego. She always touched herself in private.
Michele placed the soap at the mouth of her fuck hole and pushed it in between the lips with arched fingertips.
The bar of soap disappeared inside her cunt for a second.
By tensing her inner cunt muscles hard she made the bar of soap come shooting out of her pink pussy.
She did this several times before she placed the soap back in the soap-dish and pressed her forefinger against her clit.
She rolled her love button in a slow sensuous circle, feeling her sexual desire growing in leaps and bounds.
She touched herself lightly at first.
Soon she increased the pressure.
She flicked her fingertip back and forth against her little man in the boat.
She bit her bottom lips very hard as her muscles tensed.
She wanted to stifle her urge to scream out with pleasure.
Michele did not want to risk Bernard hearing her outbursts of joy.
She could feel her cunt explode into fiery pleasure.
Her face contorted and her knees trembled with her clitoral come.
She kept pressing on her clit until the spasms were over.
The woman finished washing herself and rinsed off completely before she turned off the water and stepped out of the tub.
She dried herself off slowly with a large white bath towel, opening the bathroom door to let out the steam.
The mirror was fogged over.
The air in the hall felt frigid.
She had a mischievous smile on her face as she got dressed and headed downstairs to finish the dinner dishes.
Chapter 3
Melinda Madison — more commonly known as Mindy — was the oldest of the girls, and was growing up to look just like her mother.
Her breasts were large and her hair was long and black. Her eyes were large and had the same playful twinkle in them.
Melinda had a reputation with the boys of Rushdale as a good sport. She had not been a virgin in some time.
Melinda always thought that the stuff she heard about staying chaste until she found Mr. Right was pure bullshit.
She knew that her desires were just as strong as the guys, and she saw no reason why everyone couldn't have a good time.
In order to tease boys, she would have to tease herself as well, and that always seemed stupid to Mindy.
She was seeing a number of guys that spring, but her favorite date was a boy named MacIntyre Symms.
She was out with MacIntyre that night and she knew that she was going to get some steamy sex in before the evening was through.
MacIntyre was the quarterback on the Rushdale High School football team and the pitcher on the baseball team.
Along with being the school's sports hero, Mindy thought that he was the handsomest boy in the whole town.
She had taken some teasing about moving to Caledonia, since the two schools had always been bitter rivals.