Our Little Secret

Kyle moved in, and without a beat, I lifted Maria's right leg and Kyle entered standing up. Kissing Maria felt so right -- her hot breath on my lips, our tongues interlocking, my hands on her thigh and breast. I could feel her moaning with Kyle's thrusts, our kisses punctuated by her gasping for air.

But Kyle wasn't long for the world either, and he began to shake and moan like only someone on the verge of orgasm would. He motioned to her, and I guided her to the floor where she began to suck. It took only seconds for Kyle to finish in her mouth, and she began to swallow like a professional.

Evan couldn't handle the moment and rushed over as soon as Kyle pulled out of her mouth. But he didn't quite make it, his semen splashing across her lips before he could get inside of her mouth to finish. I held my hand on the back of her head as she swallowed Evan's shot.

I lifted her to her feet and we kissed again; this time I could taste the saltiness inside her mouth. I lifted her off her feet and sat down on the couch, pulling her atop me, straddling, as I entered her once again. We kissed as she rode, as if we were the only two in the room, our bodies intertwined as we made love.

We weren't the only ones, though, and James and Mike moved in, their cocks dangling near our heads. I nodded to Maria, and she began to suck the two of them, one on each side of us, as I continued to grind into her pussy. The feeling was exhilarating, penetrating her as she sucked just inches away from my face. My hands roamed her delicious ass, spreading it for the others to see.

And within minutes, Mike and James were on the edge, and she earned their shots as well. Mike pulled her in and I watched intently as she eyed him as he came. She swallowed, we kissed, and she did the same for James.

I was in awe. Three full loads, plus two others -- she was a goddess. And I wasn't going to last much longer. Mike and James had stepped away, and I knew that it was my turn -- the eyes of the room were on me. Finally alone, we continued to makeout and grind, our bodies finally one as we had each hoped. Her pussy had nearly dried, but there was no stopping me as I finally came inside of her. I grasped for her back, her back arching, pushing her breasts into me. We moaned in unison until I began gasping for air and we were done.

Maria slid off of me, our sweaty bodies together again on the couch. Then men hollered and cheered once again, and I kissed Maria passionately, as if we were lifelong lovers. Our eyes met and I pinned her down on the couch, our naked bodies grinding as we locked lips.

Tara, who had apparently entered the room during our ecstasy, arrived to take Maria away, leading her out of the room and up the stairs.

The men had clothed during our moment, and I got dressed as well. There were many congratulations, and I felt happy with our conquest, but I couldn't help but think about her and how amazing she was.

About 20 minutes later, while the men were relaxing and chatting in the living room, Tara and Maria emerged from upstairs. Maria had taken a shower, her still-wet hair glistening under her same modest ballcap. She didn't look anything like the woman that we had just ravaged, looking instead like a quiet mother. Several of the men had left, but Mike and Evan each gave her a big hug and told her to come back anytime. I knew it was time to leave -- I waited for Maria to gather her duffel bag from the basement as I said goodbye to the remaining guys. Mike shook my hand strongly and asked that I bring her back as soon as possible. I smiled and told him that I hoped I could.

But the truth was, I was worried that Maria and I had gotten way too close. As we walked out, hand-in-hand, I had a feeling that we had just opened a can of worms that neither of us wanted to close.

We didn't speak much on the ride home, save for some small talk. Neither of us really wanted to delve into what happened, I don't think. There was heat, there was passion, there was a connection -- we both felt it. There was no denying it. The only question now was -- where do we go from here?

We pulled into the Burger King parking lot, both of our lives and our relationship forever changed. I pulled into the same spot in the corner, about 10 spaces from her car, not sure how to proceed. I had to kiss her, I know. I couldn't resist.

I leaned over the console and we kissed passionately once again, without saying a word. It was as if we hadn't skipped a beat, we French kissed for several minutes before I broke the silence and said goodbye to her.

But she didn't say goodbye, instead opting to keep kissing. It felt so right, yet so wrong. My girl was waiting for me an hour away, thinking I was out with my friends. And her kids were sound asleep, thankfully clueless of their mother's debauchery.

I could see her eyes spying the clock. 12:41 AM.

"I live 20 minutes away," she said, her voice trailing off. "I have the babysitter until 1:30...."

I kissed her neck. I knew where this was going. "Are we really going to do this?" I asked.

She shrugged between neck kisses. "You tell me."

"Get in the backseat," I whispered, turning the car off and stepping out into the chilly night air to move to the back. The parking lot was dead, save for her car. We were parked in a dark spot in the lot.

She giggled as she tossed her duffel bag to the front seat and we convened in the back. "This wasn't on the agenda," I whispered, taking my shirt off before helping her out of hers.

"I know it wasn't," she replied. "But we both want it."

I did want it. I shouldn't want it, but I did. I wiggled out of my jeans and helped pull hers off, her back against the door and her legs in the air.

I couldn't resist the temptation. I pushed my legs underneath her ass and pulled her hips to my mouth as I lay across the backseat on my back with her on top of me. Wasting no time, I began to tongue her slit all the way back to her asshole, my cock becoming erect underneath her back. She giggled as my tongue flicked her ass.

"Going right for the ass, I see," she teased as I licked.

I decided to tease right back. "I figured nothing's off limits after seeing you get fucked by six men."

She liked that comment. "You like that? I bet your girl doesn't do that for you," she teased again.

"No, she doesn't," I moaned, enjoying the teasing. "She's not a slut like you."

"She can't do it like me," Maria crowed, pushing her hips into my face. "She won't do this for you," she continued, flipping her body onto her stomach to sixty-nine with me, both of our legs pressed against opposite doors.

"Fuck...." I moaned, my legs going weak as we took turns pleasuring each other. I lapped at her clit before moving leisurely to her asshole. "When's the last time you had your ass licked in the backseat of a car on a first date?"

She giggled. "First date? Is that what this is?

"You could say that," I replied, hands slapping her ass. The windows had totally fogged over, and I reached to my phone -- 1:03 AM. I showed it to her, and she whimpered sadly.

"Seven minutes." She said softly.

"Get on your back," I replied, not responding to her time comment.

She complied, fully in heat. Her back pressed against the door, her thick thighs on the backseat. I mounted, spreading her legs, and entered, pressing her firmly against the door with my thrusts. From then on, there were no words, just moans, grunts, and gasps for air. Seven minutes of perfection, neither of us wanting it to end. She was still gaping a bit from the earlier action, but she had regained some wetness, and it was enough for us to enjoy. Our bodies sweating again as we pressed together, with no break in the action, our hands roaming each others' bodies with only the car's creaks and our moans to guide us.

In a brief moment of rest, I grabbed the phone once again. 1:11 AM. "You should get going," I whispered, sitting back onto the driver's side rear seat, pulling out, tired. I hadn't finished.

"Get my phone for me," she said softly. I reached to the front and grabbed it as I felt her soft hand on my cock. I nearly melted into the seat as I moaned and gave her the phone. She immediately began punching away at the keys as I moved closer to her. Still texting, she awkwardly climbed atop me lap as I sat in the center seat. I was still hard, my cock resting underneath her ass cheeks as she turned the phone to face me.

"Gonna be 15 minutes late, sorry, will pay you extra," the text read. She tossed the phone on the seat and I wasted no time re-entering her pussy, careful not to bump her head on the car ceiling. My hands served as a buffer between my thighs and her ass as I guided her ride.

I couldn't remember the last time I had fucked my girlfriend twice in a span of hours, yet here I was with Maria riding me like I'd never been ridden before. On the surface, it seemed like a losing proposition. My girlfriend was, to be honest, better looking than Maria, with a sexier and tighter body. But Maria knew how to work, how to use her goods, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together broke my haze.

This felt incredible, and I couldn't believe that I hadn't cum yet. Maria held her hair back behind her head and out of her face as we grinded together; I could feel myself reaching incredibly deep inside. Her high-pitched moans and the squeaks of the bouncing car got me ever closer to completion as I spread her cheeks with my hands. I knew I had free reign over her as I slowly inserted a finger. It was an odd feeling, I could feel my cock pulsing inside her other hole, our bodies moving slowly as we tired. She gasped a little, but didn't fight, and I inserted a second. Tight. We weren't getting any further than this without lube.

She leaned in to kiss me as I gently fingered her, stretching her open slowly. We had talked about ass play before many times -- she was intrigued, interested -- but had never done it. And tonight I knew we didn't have time.

Her breath was disjointed as she breathed seemingly in tune with my fingers, probing and opening her ass. I could tell she was nervously enjoying it, and I didn't want to ruin the moment as I felt myself inching ever closer to finishing.

Between kisses, I broke our silence once again. "You like when I take both holes, slut?" It came out awkward, sorta wrong. I wanted to punch myself. But she didn't seem to mind.

"Yes," she said softly. "Can I be your slut?"

I nearly came right then and there, my eyes rolled back as I snapped back to reality. I removed my two fingers from her and continued to let her ride slowly. I brought my fingers to our mouths, and motioned for her to suck. She did, sucking my index and middle finger while looking me in the eye.

After a few seconds, I removed them and sucked on them myself for a half-second before leaning to kiss her. I could taste her ass on her breath. Slightly sweaty, slightly offputting, but not enough to stop me.

"I fucked six men for you," she moaned. "I think I should be your slut."

That put me over the edge. I felt it coming as I grasped at her wide hips and juicy ass. She could tell I was about to cum, and my eyes moved up her body, surveying her beautiful caramel skin, hazel eyes, faux-blonde hair.

"Let me be your slut, baby," she crowed, egging me on. "Your girlfriend doesn't do it like me. I'm your slut," one hand holding her hair back, the other on my chest. "I know she doesn't fuck you like this."

She was right.

I let out a deep moan and began to cum, hard. Harder than I had in a long time, and harder than I had just hours earlier. I felt my body writhe as she moaned, sensing I was mid-orgasm. My hands instinctively squeezed her asscheeks as I held myself inside of her.

Out of breath, I helped her off of me and onto the rear passenger seat, thinking we were done. But she wasn't. Wasting no time, she draped her left leg across my thighs and began to rub herself furiously. Lost in the entire moment, I had completely missed how close she was to finishing. For a second I felt bad, knowing I could've made her cum with just a few more minutes, but that feeling subsided as I watched her masturbate. I leaned in and kissed her neck down to her breasts as she rubbed, her leg dancing across mine with her other leg pressed against the door.

It couldn't have been more than two minutes until I heard a familiar orgasm moan, the moan I had heard several times before during our occasional phone sex. I backed away and watched, loving the sight of her working her clit. Her back arched once, twice, three times, her body heaving with the orgasm. She fell back into her seat, exhausted.

She began to reach to the front for her duffel bag when I stopped her, knowing this was my chance to exert a little dominance. The car reeked of sweat and sex, and the cocktail of bodily fluid on the seat underneath where she sat would certainly be difficult to clean.

"Suck on your fingers for me," I demanded softly, knowing she would comply. And she did, sucking them clean, her nicely manicured fingers pushing the combination of my semen and her wetness into her mouth. "You know we're doing anal next time, right?"

She smiled. "When's next time?" She reached to get her clothes and began shuffling them on.

"I don't know. Soon. Maybe a week or two," truth be told, I wanted to fuck her again right then and there.

"Good," she replied, kissing me as she put on her shirt. I began to clothe myself as well, and we didn't say much as she gathered her things.

We kissed again as she was about to leave, and I reflected on what had just happened with a clear head. I drove an hour to meet a woman from the internet. A single mother, 12 years older than I. I took part as six men ran a train on her. Then I had ridiculous sex with her in the backseat of my car. I shook my head in amazement as she grabbed the rest of her things.

"See you soon," she told me with a hug.

"Very soon," I replied.

"Hopefully," she smiled. I leaned in to kiss her and she reciprocated before pulling close to my left ear. "I can feel your cum dripping out of my pussy." She kissed me on the cheek and turned and walked away, back to her car and back to her kids.

Yeah, I'm in deep trouble.