Walking the Dog

"Don't make me wait any longer Tommy…hurry…before I change my mind…fuck me…fuck me here…now…please."

I took my mouth from her nipple and looked directly at her face. Her eyes were wide open. A crazed, desperate and impatient expression proclaimed the urgency of her condition. If I didn't fulfill her body's demands, right now, I swear that she would have searched out Harry for some type of satisfaction. With our eyes locked onto each other, we used our hands to see.

With her back pressed against the kitchen door, I reached down between her legs and pulled her panty aside once more. I felt her hands grope between my legs. Her left hand cupped my balls gently as the fingers of her right hand firmly wrapped around the shaft of my hard and throbbing cock. As my left hand held her panty out of the way, the fingers of my right hand spread the swollen lips of her cunt apart. Suddenly my fingers lost their grip, due partly to my excitement and to the abundant amount of slippery, lubricating juice that her cunt was producing. I fumbled with the opening of her cunt once more, pressing the lips of her cunt forcefully against her body. I squatted slightly to lower my body as she stood up on her toes. I then brought my hips towards her as she skillfully guided my cock to her waiting hole. As soon as the head of my cock reached its destination, I felt the soft, warm, and wet sensations of her appealing body. She closed her eyes slowly and bit her lower lip as the head of my cock easily slid inside of her. A soft, satisfied moan gently eased from her throat. As my cock sank deeper into her cunt, she released her grip from my shaft and put her hands around my neck.

I gradually let my cock slide into her cunt as far as it would go. Immense heat surrounded my cock as the potency of the furnace between her legs continued to build in strength. Unable to push my cock into her any further, I slowly drew my hips away from her, pulling my excited tool out of her cunt. Instantly I felt the muscles inside of her cunt contract, reluctant to feel my swollen cock leave. The further my cock exited, the stronger their clamping force became. When the entire length of the shaft of my cock had left her, leaving only the head of my cock in her hole, I pushed back inside of her once more. Again a long, drawn-out, satisfied moan communicated the pleasure she was feeling. A third, tantalizing stroke now made me aware that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I felt the sac holding my balls tighten and lift as the shaft of my cock expanded with even more blood. With my cock buried deep inside of her, I pushed against her body with all of my might, squeezing her body between myself and the door. I positioned my body carefully, placed my hands under her exquisite ass and rose up from my slightly squatted stance. With one fluid motion, I stood erect, lifting her feet off of the ground. The entire weight of her body now rested on the door, in my hands and on my hard cock. The rear portion of her panty stretched until it couldn't stretch any more, finally surrendering to the laws of physical things and shooting deeply into the crack of her ass. Her eyes flew open as her feet dangled in the air. Her shoes fell off of her feet with a clatter to the floor. A slight shift of my feet dropped her body down another inch, pushing my cock deeper yet into her. A wide smile now grew on her face as she understood my actions. Following my lead, she now swung her suspended legs up and onto my hips, interlocking them behind my back. Her hips tilted slightly, placing the head of my cock squarely onto her cervix. I repositioned my hands, placing them closer to the crack of her ass. Deliberately, I pulled her cheeks apart as I began to fuck my new, older friend in earnest. She held onto my neck tightly as she pushed her mouth onto mine once more. Louder and more passionate moans began to fill the air. The door began to creak as our combined weight stressed the wood that it was constructed of. I looked out the window of the door. Princess and Harry were both looking intently in our direction. I quickly turned my attention back to what I was doing.

I started to pitch my hips back and forth, causing Jean's body to come away from the door ever so slightly with each backward movement. With every forward thrust, a resounding thud echoed from the door and throughout the entire house. Unaffected by our primal music, the older woman who was perched on my cock suddenly began to groan. She took her lips from mine and began to breath rhythmically and deeply through her mouth. Quickly, an every increasing, excited moan left her throat with every deep breath she took. Once again she held my head in her hands at looked intensely into my eyes. I thought that she wanted to speak, but she said nothing. Her lips moved, but words failed to flow. Suddenly her eyelids began to blink and then flutter rapidly as her orgasm started to track its way through her body. I felt her feet begin to vibrate as she held them tightly around my waist. The muscles of her calves tightened, followed by a quivering in her fleshy thighs. She closed her eyes as her head began to sway to the left and right as an orgasm pierced through the core of her body. Her cunt clamped down tightly on my cock as her body produced its own electricity. Her fingers dug into my back as her hips convulsed with pleasure.

Following her lead, I pushed my crotch into hers as hard as I could, pinning her against the door with force. As her hips trembled, their motion caused the lips of her cunt to spread apart even further. Her clit was now totally exposed and subject to uninhibited stimulation by the unyielding bone of my pelvis. I felt myself begin to loose control of the muscles stopping my orgasm as Jean's shuddering form dangled on my cock. I looked out of the window once more. Harry was hammering Princess again and again. I looked back at the homemaker in my arms and saw on her face the enormous feelings of gratifying agitation she was being subjected to. An unexpected squeal and groan that burst forth from her throat pushed me over the edge. My hips instantly reacted to her vocalized excitement. The door shook as once more I thrust my cock deep inside of her cunt. I closed my eyes as I seemingly felt the head of my cock swell, preparing to position a load of my cum inside the cunt of the older woman with me. I felt my balls contract as a thick consignment of hot, syrupy cum made its way out of my cock. Barely milliseconds elapsed as the muscles in the shaft of my cock contracted, transporting my gift into the mother of three. She stifled a scream as she felt cum rocket out of my cock and slam into the back of her cunt in seemingly inexhaustible amounts. It felt as if each succeeding spasm sent the maximum load of cum that my balls could produce into her warm and welcoming cunt.

It was 10:30 in the morning, and in this once average, run of the mill, suburban dwelling, instead of the hearing the high-pitched screams of children at play or the arguing voices of an unhappily married, middle-aged couple, the sounds of uncontainable moans and groans from two copulating lovers, along with the thunderous reverberations of the back door now resonated within its four walls.

Finally, exhaustion made my body bring an end to my efforts. When I opened my eyes, I saw the limp body of Jean dangling in front of me. Her arms rested loosely over my shoulders. Her head was tilted back and resting on the door's window. Her eyes were still closed. Her nostrils flared as long, slow breaths of air entered and exited through her nose. Her legs were no longer wrapped around my waist. Her stout and sturdy supports hung lifelessly from her waist, her toes listlessly attempting to touch the kitchen floor. Again, I gazed out of the window. Harry and Princess were lying under a tree. Their eyes were closed as they both panted with exhaustion.

With Jean's body still hanging from my cock, much like the gored victim of a rampaging bull, I gently attempted to lower her form to the floor. As her feet finally reached the floor, I continued to support her weight by keeping my hard cock inside of her cunt. More than a minute passed before her legs were able to keep her upright without my help. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled and leaned forward to give me a kiss. As I tried to respond to her affection, she suddenly grabbed my shoulders with her hands. She pushed my upper body back and looked at me with all of a sudden shock and surprise. She instantly looked down and gasped when she saw that we were attached at the crotch like a pair of Siamese twins. She pushed me away some more and squealed when she saw that my hard cock was inside of her cunt. She looked back at me again with a look that now bordered on hysterical.

"Oh God," she whispered with an unbelieving tone. "What have I done?"

I didn't know what to do. I was totally taken aback by her reactions.

"What have we done?" she said as she continued to push me away, causing my cock to finally slip out of her cunt.

"Oh God…Oh no…Oh God."

She looked at me with panic in her eyes and then looked down between my legs. My hard cock was pointing at her cunt, still throbbing with every beat of my heart. Veins and arteries bulged as its shaft glistened with the remnants of her vaginal fluids. A white drop of cum filled the hole at the tip of my cock.

Jean quickly brought both of her hands to her mouth to stifle a scream. Her eyes were as big as Harry's when he wants to eat something that he shouldn't.

"Jesus Christ!" she said as she still looked at my swollen, red cock.

She then shot a look of disbelief at my face.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Jean?" I said, trying to hide the panic that I now felt.

"Oh God. What have we done? What have "I" done?"

She tilted her head and looked down between her legs. Wet and matted pubic hairs, decorated by a few entwined drops of cum, were evidence of what had happened. The swollen and separated lips of her cunt only added to the condemning facts.

"Oh no…Oh God…What did I do?…Jesus Christ…What am I going to do?…What if my husband finds out?…What am I going to say to him?…This wasn't supposed to happen…We were only going to talk…Have some coffee…not…fuck…Oh God…Jesus Christ…"

She was now pacing like a crazy woman, locked up in a padded room. I could tell that she was thinking, trying to resolve the problem she assumed that she was in. With my pants still down around my ankles, I turned with slight shuffling movements of my feet to follow her travels. She suddenly stopped and looked at me. Her expression was still somewhat vacant as new thoughts still filled her brain and as she talked in my general direction.

"You have to go…You have to go now…Oh God…What have I done?… You have to go Tommy…Don't forget Harry…Jesus Christ…Don't say anything to anyone… Please… Don't tell anyone that we fucked standing up in the kitchen…Oh Jesus…Don't tell anyone that you came in me…I have to take a shower…Don't forget Harry…He's in back with Princess…I have to wash my clothes…Oh God…Don't forget Harry Tommy."

Now I felt guilty. I felt as if I might have ruined this woman's entire life in just a couple of minutes. As I stood there with my pants still around my ankles, she looked at me and then at my cock once more.

"Oh my God," she said as she turned to leave the room.

I stared at her form as she walked away. Her panty was still wedged deeply into her ass. Her round cheeks bounced with each step she took; numerous dimples of cellulite decorated her rump. Bright red spots at the top of each cheek revealed the area of her ass that was pressed against the kitchen door when I fucked her. I watched her until she was gone, not really wanting her to leave, but afraid that if she stayed she might have really lost it. Suddenly, she came back into my view, stopping to stare at a mirror that was hanging on the living room wall, next to the front door. In the glass was the reflected image of herself. She gazed with a mystified look on her face as her fingers touched the torn pieces of her shirt. She leaned closer to the source of her echoed image, staring intently at something that caught her eye. I watched as her fingers left her tattered blouse and began to touch her significantly misplaced bra and distorted breasts. Gawking only at the image in the mirror, she cupped her hands under each tit and lightly supported their weight. Next, she gingerly touched each hard nipple with her index fingers. She pushed both of them in slowly and then watched as they rebounded and maintained their perky stance upon her tits. I swear that I saw I slight smile grace her face. And then, she turned away from the mirror and out of my view again.

"Wow. Jesus Christ," I heard her say softly.

As I bent down in an attempt to pull my pants up, I was surprised to see the mother of the house again, walking quickly to reenter the kitchen area. She still seemed as confused as when she had left. Her blouse was still hanging loosely on her shoulders. Her bra was still pulled up over her tits. Her nipples still pointed toward the ceiling. She seemed to not notice me until she was almost on top of me. She looked at my eyes and then down between my legs, just as she had done before. My cock had lost some of its rigid form, but it was still long and thick from the excess blood that had failed to empty from it.

"God," she said, although this time I thought that I sensed a slight indication of appreciation for the size and performance of my cock.

"I forgot my skirt."

I made an uncoordinated attempted to reach for her skirt, nearly taking a header as my trouser-entangled ankles held me prisoner.

"I'll get it," she said as she glided past me.

Again I shuffled my feet to watch her movement. The smell of her perfume and body powder wafted through the air once more. I scrutinized her body as she squatted down to retrieve her skirt. She spread her knees apart and reached between them to pick up her clothing. Even from where I stood, I could see a large, dark area of discoloration on her white panty. Clutching her skirt in her right hand, Jean stood up with little effort. She turned and looked between my legs once more.

"Jesus Christ," she whispered.

She took a couple of steps and then stopped suddenly with an expression of disgust on her face.

"Oh no," she said with repulsion in her voice.

I couldn't do anything but watch as she looked down between her ample thighs. Throwing her skirt over her shoulder, she spread her feet and reached between her legs with her hands, grabbing her thighs and pulling those adequately padded cushions apart. Instantly I spied what had made her act as she had. A generous amount of thick, white cum was dripping down the inside portion of her left leg. She spread her legs wider to see that most of the cum that I had deposited into her cunt a few minutes ago had oozed out of her hole and into her panty. When she had squatted to pick up her skirt, the muscles of her cunt relaxed, allowing a deluge of fluid to escape. A large drop of our sticky, slimy concoction had filtered through her panty and now hung down from the cotton material.

"Jesus Christ…Jesus Christ."

She took her skirt and wiped the gross mass from between her legs.

"God damn it," she whispered. "Jesus Christ."

She seemed to be in a world of her own. I was standing next to her, but I could have been a million miles away. She turned without looking at me and began to walk out of the room again, only this time her gate was much different. She strode with her legs spread awkwardly apart, now totally aware of the uncomfortable feeling between them. She ambled like an infant with a load of shit in its diaper. The backside of her panty was still wedged deeply and tightly into the crack of her ass. Incredibly, the dimples on her cheeks appeared to be very sexy to me.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered to herself. "What am I going to do now?"

She stopped, turned and looked at me once more. She then looked somewhat amazingly at the organ which hung down from between my legs.

"God," she said, shaking her head, seemingly astounded by what we had done.

She turned and then disappeared through the door. A few seconds later I heard her carefully ascend the stairs that led to the second floor, one step at a time. Subsequently, I heard the sound of running water as she prepared to wash her body. As I stood in her kitchen with my cock still dangling, uncovered for all the world to see, panic hit me the way it had hit the older woman who was now bathing upstairs. What would I do if someone came home and found me standing there with my pants around my ankles? A shot of adrenaline suddenly set me into motion. I pulled my pants up and did my zipper. I had no time to search for the button that had been ripped off by Jean. I opened the door to the backyard with quite a bang. Harry and Princess jumped up from their peaceful rest and barked as I picked up Harry's leash and called him to the door. I tethered him in seconds. As silently and as quickly as I could move the two of us through the house, I headed for the front door, and freedom.

As my right hand gripped the doorknob, I heard Jean call out to me from the top of the stairs. I hadn't noticed that the water of her shower had stopped running. Instinctively, I turned and looked at the older woman talking to me. She stood at the landing of the second floor, her mature body unclothed for my eyes to see. She used the towel that she held in her hands to dry her hair, not to cover her inviting breasts or tempting cunt. She smiled pleasantly as her tits jostled with the movements of her arms. I stood frozen, waiting to hear what she had to say. That was the least I could do before I fled from her house like a thief in the night.

"Going somewhere Tommy?"

To say that her change in attitude was surprising would be an understatement.

"I think I better go. You seemed…upset."

"Oh. I've calmed down now. Are you sure you don't want to stay longer?"

"No. I gotta' go."

"Okay sweety. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Huh? What about your husband…and everything else?"

She waved her hand in the air as if she was swatting an annoying fly.

"The hell with him, and the rest of my worries. I've got a life to live, and right now, I want to live some of it enjoying you. See you tomorrow?"

I said what I knew I truly wanted to say. There was no sense in kidding myself.

"You bet. How does eight o'clock sound?"

"Great. We'll be waiting."

"Fantastic. See you tomorrow."