Ex Mormons Swing Ch. 07

I knew my cock would be hard for a while, the pain told me the erection was extreme and the eroticism of the moment could hold me rigid for sometime yet so I rolled to my back and helped pull Melinda on top of me. Her eyes were wanton, her need so palpable I could taste it and her body was searing hot as it fell onto me, Melinda literally sliding over me with our combined sweat. I considered eating her pussy, cleaning her of my seed and helping her climax but then remembered the blistering pressure and pain of her earlier grinding, how she seemed so close to orgasm.

I ripped the remaining shards of her garment tops from her body and tossed them carelessly to the side, but let the trashed remains of her bottoms stay in place as she smothered me from above. I loved that she looked me in the eyes as if she wanted to kiss me deeply, but then instead let her face fall into my neck as she penetrated herself with my dick. She took a minute or two to pump me from inside, riding me like a toy, before she pulled my cock out and started to grind it with selfish need.

My cum, her juices, our sweat -- it was nearly frictionless contact as she started to slide her cunt up and down the length of my cock. Oh how it hurt, how sensitive and sore my member was and how if she could have made it hurt more I would have begged for it. Her eyes were closed tight, I was merely an object to her as she increased the speed of her sliding body, her tits sometimes sliding high enough for me to take a lick at them but never near my mouth long enough to bite or suck. She was desperate and horny and a fucking disaster wearing tattered and torn Mormon underwear. She was so hot, so gorgeous; I hoped she would continue until I was blistered and bleeding.

The sounds Melinda made were guttural and throaty. The physical need she was attempting to satisfy was primal and I need not even be there except for the components of my body she needed to please herself. Her body splayed and twisted over mine without regard for modesty, propriety, or any concern of how she appeared to anyone who might have watched. Melinda was a ravenous beauty but I was starting to understand her now.

She had such tight control of her life that she was like a tightly wound spring. To watch her let go was nearly always watching her give up control, total control, dangerously even. She did not want faces, names, relationships or even romance. She wanted the fantasy to the extreme and she needed it in a way that let her escape, let her have plausible deniability of both desire and blame for whatever happened. As she lay prostrate across my body with her, eyes shut so tightly she could have been a million miles away, and her mind likely was. I sympathized with her need and with the guilt that likely crept in after the bliss had diluted. I relished that I was part of her fantasy and her release and wished for her more than a compartmentalized place of pleasure, hidden from everyone else.

Her body became even more frantic as her climax approached quickly even as I wished it to never end. Melinda groaned words I could not understand into the sweaty mess of my shoulder as her body tensed. She fiercely arched her back holding her head high above mine as if in a yoga pose, maximizing the contact point of her clitoris against the shaft of my cock. She kept just enough motion up and down the shaft as to make it interesting, but the movements were miniscule, perhaps an inch at most up and down, fast, rapid, nearly impossible explain. Her breathing stopped and she pushed harder against my dick, if that was possible. Certain my cock would burst under the pressure I again drank in the opportunity that I had to assist in giving this woman such intense pleasure while I demeaned my former faith, as I put those demons to rest once and for all. I raised my head and took one of her tits in my teeth as she continued to ride the waves of her orgasm, biting harder than I should have but only in response to the moans of approval that came from Melinda until she crash back to earth and back on top of me.

We were absolutely covered in sweat, not a dry inch on our bodies and the taste of salty perspiration was clear and delicious as I kissed her neck, licked her ear. She was so completely spent that her weight felt pronounced on me, dead weight as it were, despite her slight and petite frame. Fluid was running off our bodies, including the obvious continued release of cum from Melinda, both hers and mine. My cock was still as hard as it was when we began, but the urgency in my mind had diminished, I felt satiated. Melinda was gorgeous and one of the most expressive sexual women I had ever known. There was a feeling of closure, however, in fucking her this way and in this context and while such satisfaction was emotionally extreme, I realized that this was a unique situation. Never again would this kind of vengeful fucking ever happen again, today a ghost of the past was defeated on the alter of Melinda's delicious body.

Melinda finally rolled from my body after a few more minutes and gratefully even my cock began to give up its relentless attempt at the dreaded 'four-hour erection seeking medical attention'. Standing, the torn garment bottoms now hung shamefully from Melinda's legs. She was moving her hands to remove them as the bathroom door opened and Brooke stepped into the room.

Maybe Brooke had heard the commotion or perhaps she just didn't surprise easily, but her face registered no shock or dismay as she found me lying on the floor, Melinda messy and shamefully wearing only the abused remains of her silly underwear.

"God I hated those things," Brooke said casually as she moved over to where Melinda was standing and proceeded to take the fragments of cloth from her legs.

Melinda was insatiable, her appetite knew no bounds. Her eye contact with Brooke indicated she was already at a frantic stage of new arousal and as Brooke's naked body finally grazed against Melinda's, their nipples barely touching in playful teasing and I watched Melinda's face melt into acceptance and need of what Brooke was suggesting. Melinda was still hot, sweaty, and cum soaked as Brooke bent her head and kissed her deeply.

I was suddenly a third wheel but willing to watch. Brooke fell to her knees and took a single slow deliberate lick up the length of Melinda's puffy, semen coated pussy before looking over at me, my poor aching cock not able to muster itself for another throw. Finishing her opening attack on Melinda's sex by using her slender fingers to softly stroke Melinda's clit, Brooke's look lingered and over her shoulder she declared, "You're not going to do us any good, Mister. Give us some privacy." With that, Brooke winked at me and turned her head back into Melinda's pussy.

Smiling but admittedly disappointed, I grabbed a pair of shorts and exited the bathroom leaving Melinda and Brooke in each other's capable hands. I wandered the house, no sign of Brian anywhere including his car, which I could not see in the drive or on the street. Katie and Craig still slept blissfully unaware on the floor of my front room and thus I found myself alone for coffee and toast, the occasional squeal of delight making it's way from the master bedroom.