Mrs. Bigelow

He had hold of my hips now his hands grasping my soft flesh for purchase and his thrusts became vigorous, pulling me back to meet his hips. He told me later that a ring of coital froth had formed in my cunt around the opening of my vagina, like a lei around his dick. And he allowed that he loved to watch his shaft, slick and shiny, slide in and out of me.

Now we fell silent as he threw himself in and out. He would shortly spend himself into me I knew. I became aware of our grunts, our sighs and groans. Our coitus began to produce sound effects; wet flesh thuds, squishy slurps, soggy slaps, vaginal entrained pseudo-flatulent noises and panting breath. I squeezed my vaginal walls tightly around my sweet assailant.

Kenneth went suddenly to quick short thrusts then strained hard against me and cried out as his orgasm hit him; he jerked as each ejaculation spurted into my vagina. "Oh shiiiiit. Oh, aaaah. Unnnghh! So good, so fucking GOOD!," he cried out.

He ejaculated into me; with each spurt his cock twitching, hips straining against the generous bolster of my ass and thighs; "ungggh ," strain, spurt; "arrggh," strain, spurt; "aaaahhh," strain, spurt.

I had moved a hand to my pussy; massaging my clit so that as Kenneth's orgasm subsided my groin filled with warm little pulses of pleasure. He collapsed forward propping himself up so he wouldn't crush me to the floor with his weight. I ground my ass against his thighs and small spasms contracted my vagina around his deflating cock. I came somewhat and I felt wonderful. My vagina contracted once more and expelled his flaccid tube of flesh; now all that remained of the proud prong that spent itself into surrender so quickly in the grip of my hot wet pussy.

I was now totally gripped by the carnal she devil who had torn the mask of propriety off of me and shown my true face.. I needed much more and I would have it with my equally sex hungry lover or run him into the ground if he could not stay the course. But for the moment I had to move out of that position. I could feel a cramp coming on in my thigh.

"Get off me now, Kenneth," I said. "I have to move or I won't be able to get up."

He pulled back and stood. He helped me but I was not very dignified as I struggled to my feet, made my way to the powder room on rocky legs and grabbed a hand towel that I shoved up my crotch. Cum and vaginal fluids and lubricant coated the inside of my thighs.

"Are you okay, Mrs. B?" He looked anxious as I returned to the living room. I giggled when I saw him. He stood naked from the waist down save for his socks. His diminished manhood hung slack and puffy, tissue still distended from the blood that had packed into his probing erection. It was coated with the juices of our fuck. The sofa cushion bore a stain where our comingled fluids had leaked out of my pussy.

"Yes, I'll be fine; a little out of breath and my pussy is still feeling used almost like you were still in me. My goodness but you did lose control didn't you? You almost raped me."

"I know," he said with a rueful grin. "I just couldn't wait any longer; after waiting and dreaming of this for years I was going to cum into the air if I didn't get my cock into you right then. I'm going to make it up to you if you want more. I know I do."

"Come on sailor man," I said, "let's go upstairs and clean ourselves off. Then we'll get in my nice big bed and you can show me your best moves."

I reached back and pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist showing him my ass and sex.

"Just follow your nose," I said. My pussy reeked. We moved to the stairs. Ascending I hoped that the view filling his vision would help stimulate my long lost stallion's penis to another delicious erection.

"Bitch woman, indeed," I said with sarcastic voice over my shoulder. "Did you learn to talk dirty in the Navy?"

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