Making up for Lost Time Ch. 02

Having not once taken her husband's cum in her mouth, she didn't have anything to compare the taste to. Semen had always been just an annoyance to her, something to wash away--certainly never something to savour. But here she was, unable to deny the frisson of excitement that occurred as her son's friend's cum travelled easily down her throat. She idly wondered if the presence of sperm in Jacob's load meant it would taste different to that of her vasectomy-having husband.

Having finished putting her knickers back on, she scolded herself for her impulsiveness. Now she'd have to waddle about with cum-filled panties for the rest of the evening. Lucky for her it wasn't just the volume that differentiated Jacob's load from her husband. It was thicker and stickier, too, meaning it clung to her thighs as she walked instead of dribbling down her legs. She swore if she listened closely, she could even hear herself squelching as she went. The humiliation of that knowledge wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Arriving back at the table, Jacob looked at her expectantly, but she wasn't going to acknowledge his little stunt.

"Ready?" was all she said.

***

Back home, without the excitement of a night out to perk him up, Simon was flagging. It had been a long time now since they'd moved from the club to the bar. Not even thoughts of what they might be discussing were enough to stop his eyes from drooping. Of course, had he known his wife's pussy was currently covered in the teenager's sperm, it might have been a different story.

There was no way he knew of to check Anna's location history with the tracker, just her live position. Which is why he was determined to stay up long enough to find out where they were off to next. But try as he might, he was losing the battle against sleep. His eyes closed.

***

Jacob and Anna stood outside, waiting for a taxi.

"Where next then?" said Jacob.

"Well, seeing as you've made it so I'm in danger of leaving your spunk on any surface I sit on, we'd probably better go back to the hotel."

There was a treasure trove of information in that sentence for Jacob to unpack. He started with the obvious.

"Wait, you put them on? I was expecting you to flush them!"

She groaned. That hadn't occurred to her for some reason.

"And what do you mean, 'the hotel'? You've already booked one?"

She shrugged in response, tapping her nose for good measure.

"Always be prepared. Anyway, quit asking questions, the Uber's here."

***

It wasn't a long trip to their hotel. Sitting in close confines with each other after their night of sexual tension was really making it drag, however. That was exacerbated by the presence of the driver, a typical cabby, portly and middle-aged, with thinning hair, whose presence made both of them feel unable to communicate openly.

Each of them had chosen the seat nearest their respective door for some reason, leaving an empty space in the middle. As the seconds ticked by, she realised she was waiting hopefully for Jacob to shuffle over next to her. Judging by his previous bouts of indecision that night, however, Anna knew she'd probably be waiting a long time.

So she once again took the initiative herself, unbuckling her seatbelt and shuffling over into the middle seat. He seemed surprised by her actions, and even more surprised when their mouths instantly gravitated towards one another.

Out of the corner of her eye, Anna saw the driver in the rear view mirror, observing them. Lost in passion, that was perhaps the only thing stopping her undoing Jacob's zip and letting his cock free. But being watched was also emboldening her in ways she didn't fully understand, and she made sure the driver could see her hand frantically squeezing Jacob's crotch.

She turned her attention back to Jacob, and resumed kissing him frantically. She felt his massive cock underneath her fingers. There was no longer any doubt that they were going to fuck. It was now just a question of how soon it would be.

***

"Err, we're here."

It was a couple of seconds after the driver's pronouncement that the two of them finally managed to break it off. Lipstick smeared, Anna managed a mumble of acknowledgement and followed Jacob out his door.

As she stood up, however, both of them could see she had left a small puddle of Jacob's cum on the seat. It could only have leaked out of her panties. Before she could even consider how raunchy her behaviour was, a potent blend of her drunkenness, her tidiness, and her rapidly accelerating propensity for showing off compelled her to bend down and in one smooth motion lick up the stain. If the driver was watching her she knew he must be very confused. She imagined him later discovering the remnants and putting two and two together. The thought made her tingly.

Back in the here and now she turned to Jacob (who looked suitably impressed at her little stunt), opened her mouth to show him his load and swallowed his cum for the second time that night. She had a feeling she'd regret that display when she sobered up, but hey, that was future Anna's problem.

***

Walking into the hotel, they were forced to resume a more outwardly chaste relationship as Anna checked them in at reception. She was probably imagining things, but nevertheless it felt like the girl behind the counter was silently judging her as a slut. Of course she had no way of knowing Anna had the fresh taste of cum in her mouth, or that she wasn't wearing any knickers. But she could plainly see the much younger man Anna was checking in with. The thought knocked Anna's confidence somewhat.

A palpable tension accompanied their short journey to their room, and no words were spoken between them, nor any affection displayed. Opening the door, it was undeniable that a pall of shyness had descended over the both of them, despite the fact that they had just been furiously making out.

"Umm, I suppose I'd better take a shower, considering... well, this," she said, gesturing towards her crotch. He simply nodded in response.

Inside the ensuite, she kicked off her heels and shimmied out of her outer clothes, leaving herself in just her lingerie. Well, that, and a coating of cum. She undid her bra first, before delicately peeling down her knickers. Unlike her more robust bikini bottoms, the frilly little pair was probably beyond saving. judging by its weight, it was more cum than fabric at this point.

Because of that, she used it as a rag to mop up the rest of his cum that was currently coating her pussy lips and thighs. Shame, she thought, I liked that pair. Then she dropped it in the bin.

***

The shower felt amazing on her skin after all the evening's activities and stresses. Underneath the water, she forgot for a moment that she was halfway through the most unusual date of her life. Then she heard a noise.

"Oh." She jumped, noticing for the first time that a naked Jacob was in the room with her. She noted he was holding a condom in his hand. She had brought some of her own, but it seemed he had also come prepared.

She also couldn't help but notice that he was already hard. Or that the camera had not been lying when he had sent her the pictures. She stood there a mixture of fear and awe as he rolled the condom onto his dick. It was a tight fit.

As he entered into the shower next to her, it was obvious the time for words was over. Foreplay was definitely not necessary either. The entire evening had been leading up to this, and as a result he was as hard as he could possibly be, and she was as wet.

Nervous as they were, their bodies knew exactly what to do. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her round to face away from him. Collecting up her wet hair, he brushed it to the side, revealing her neck which he promptly kissed. She groaned in response, thrusting her arse backwards and grinding against his dick.

A hand went under her leg, hoisting it into the air and exposing her pussy. She put one arm on the wall for balance. His other hand, meanwhile, lined up his condom-clad penis at her entrance. They were ready.

He pushed into her steadily but forcefully, his cock gradually disappearing into her slippery folds, his virginity with it.

"S-s-slowly," she groaned, feeling every inch a virgin again herself.

After what felt like an age, he was in, the whole way, his closely trimmed pubes tickling her arse. They both luxuriated in the sensation for a moment. Shower sex was something Anna and Simon had attempted a few times over the years, but his anatomy was just not conducive to sex standing up. It was evidently very different with Jacob.

With a grunt, he began pulling himself out of her. His retreat at first felt as difficult as his entrance, but as he began sawing in and out, Anna's discomfort faded away. Lewd, wet sounds began to be heard over the noise of splashing water from the shower.

She felt the rational, thinking part of her brain fading away. Even so, she couldn't help but marvel at how right this felt, how their bodies seemed to match each other perfectly. His cock was a key she never knew existed, unlocking parts of her cunt that had never before been reached.

Anna had no sense at all of how long they had been fucking. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, it could even have been days as far as she was concerned. All that she knew was that she was about to cum. That in itself puzzled her. All her life, in all her years of sex with Simon, she had never once cum from penetration. She knew it was possible, sure, having heard as much from friends. But she'd always figured she simply wasn't built that way. For Anna, orgasms were things to be extracted via her fingers, whether that was during the deed, or, more commonly, after her husband had finished.

But at that moment, Jacob was fundamentally rewriting her understanding of how her body worked. She felt him picking up the pace, and as he did so the corners of her vision began turning white. She opened her mouth to tell him she was cumming (it was only polite to do so after all), only to find all the air had been fucked out of her lungs.

Within seconds, she was experiencing the deepest and most profound orgasm of her life, an orgasm so intense it seemed to render all her other orgasms unworthy of the name. Instead of the powerful yet brief sensation emanating from her clit she was used to, this orgasm came from deep inside of her, from the previously untouched places Jacob's big dick was currently pounding against.

This orgasm was slow building, and as she was currently finding out, just as slow to depart. Her cunt pulsed and milked Jacob's member, trying desperately to fulfil its biological purpose, unaware of the condom that would prevent it from ever receiving the cum it so craved. Her legs, meanwhile, had turned to jelly. She sagged in Jacob's arms.

"Are you OK?" Jacob managed to ask, all the while continuing to pound into her. It seemed to him, judging by all the porn he had consumed over the years, that she was cumming. In the absence of any response from her, he decided that that was what it must be.

He'd always assumed such theatrical orgasms were faked, but he didn't think Anna was the type to do that. The sight of her cumming was incredible. He couldn't help but plant an animalistic kiss on the back of her neck, sucking hard as he did so--part of an inescapable biological urge to mark her as his.

Eventually he slowed up a little, wary of the way her pussy was rhythmically squeezing his dick. He didn't want to cum yet. So far, Anna, and sex in general, was absolutely living up to the high expectations porn had given him. All he wanted was more.

Slowly, Anna was coming back to reality. Her pussy no longer felt like a diffuse glow of pleasure, and she could once again differentiate the individual strokes as her fucked her. Without even thinking, she turned her head to the side and began to kiss him, passionately.

Jacob was all too pleased to reciprocate, but in short order he broke off the kiss. Anna was momentarily disappointed until he dropped her leg and spun her sideways to face the wall. She instinctively put her hands against it, bending over slightly to expose her pussy to him.

For the briefest of moments, Anna was able to consider how her cunt actually felt empty, like it was missing something. But then he was back inside her and the thought dissolved away, replaced by the ecstasy of his hard dick parting her folds. She had never experienced post-orgasm sex before, her orgasms always being either timed with her husband or taking place once he was done. Part of her was expecting it to feel sore. Instead, it felt even better. She immediately knew her second orgasm wouldn't be long in coming.

Jacob, too, was finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to cum, a combination of the position (which had the effect of making her seem even tighter), and his view of her perfect, creamy arse, rippling as he fucked her. There wasn't a man in the entire universe who would have been able to resist slapping it at that moment. One on each cheek, they were delivered in quick succession, eliciting a gasp from Anna. How unlike him it was to do that, but then again, how unlike her it was to be bent over in a shower getting the fuck of her life from one of her son's friends.

Despite the fact that this was their first time with each other (and in Jacob's case his first time ever), their bodies were already attuned enough to know they were approaching the climax together. Though nothing was verbalised, the pace of their fucking and the volume of their moans all pointed to only one eventuality: they were both about to cum.

"Fuck, I'm close," Jacob groaned, a fact which slightly irked Anna as she was once again totally unable to produce any sound out of her mouth. Even if she could have spoken, however, she was much too preoccupied by the onrushing of another, somehow even more powerful, orgasm.

The two of them had timed it to perfection. Inside her, Jacob's cock short ropes of cum into the condom, the loss of his virginity now undeniable to anybody. Anna was losing another virginity of her own--her first time cumming more than once during sex. This time it wasn't just the corners of her vision which were turning white. Everything was.

Jacob watched with delight as she vibrated and quivered, her legs drawing together and butt pushing towards the wall as if to expel him, as if his dick was providing too much pleasure to bear. He resisted, keeping her impaled on him until the tremors died down into aftershocks.

For a long while, the two of them simply rested, Anna slumped against the wall, him stood there still inside her, luxuriating in the sensation of her pussy as it twitched gently against his cock. Eventually he withdrew and Anna, feeling like her foundations had been knocked out, slid down the wall. When she eventually turned around, her eyes couldn't help but be drawn by the sight of his penis. In particular, the drooping bulb of cum just about contained within the condom. How could one man produce so much of the stuff? Especially considering this was his second load in as many hours. And to still be hard after all that?

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'd have liked to have gone for longer."

"Are you kidding? Don't be," she replied, catching her breath. Longer? Nothing about that had felt short. She was glad he had stopped when he had--had he kept it up she feared she would currently be a gibbering wreck lying on the floor. For a moment, both of them just stared at each other, unsure of what to do next.

"I'm going to finish my shower, seeing as you so rudely interrupted," Anna said.

"Oh right, sorry. Of course," he mumbled in response, climbing out of the shower. She listened for him to leave the bathroom, at which point she turned her attention towards her body. Curious fingers traced their way down to her pussy. It wasn't sore as such, but it did feel very well fucked. She couldn't help but touch her clit, gasping at how sensitive it felt. And not just her clit. Her entire pussy felt like that.

She wasn't the type to masturbate, ever, but as her fingers traced a path around where he had been moments before, that was exactly what her body was crying out for her to do.

Summoning the last of her reserves of strength, she dialled the temperature of the shower down and splashed cold water on her face. That did the trick. For the first time in a while, her mind was not consumed with thoughts of sex. She set about washing herself in earnest.

As she did so, doubts came flooding back to her. She had just cheated on her husband. True, it seemed like in some fucked up way that was exactly what he wanted her to do. But what did it matter when her ultimatum meant he would never know if he had gotten his wish. She was the one who would have to bear the knowledge that she had broken her marriage vows. And not only that, but broken them with her son's friend! And all for what, exactly?

The best sex of your life, said another voice inside her. She begrudgingly conceded that point. It had been good. Very good. But now here she was, rapidly sobering up, stuck in a hotel room with a horny teenager. Oh God Anna, she thought to herself, what have you gotten yourself into this time?

She finished up in the shower, taking as long as possible drying off so as to prolong the inevitable moment she'd have to face him again. She looked around for her clothes, only to find they were not on the floor where she had left them. Jacob. Did he expect she might be having second thoughts? If he had hid them maliciously instead of idly tidying them up, he was no doubt hoping she'd emerge from the ensuite naked. Instead, she demurely wrapped herself in a towel.

She found Jacob on the bed, lying naked atop the covers. The condom was gone, but unbelievably, he was still as hard as the moment he had left her.

"Does that thing ever go down?" she asked sincerely, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Not around you."

Smooth. She blushed, but her face was red enough from all their mutual exertions that Jacob didn't notice. Whether to entice her or simply as a means of occupying his hands, Jacob began stroking his cock. She couldn't help but continue to stare.

She bit her lip. Despite her reservations, it seemed there was only one path for her to take. She dropped her towel and crawled onto the bed between his legs. Jacob's eyes lit up.

Tentatively, she reached out and closed her hand around the base of his dick. She was handling his cock outside of his clothes for the first time, and touching only the second penis of her life.

She squeezed it gently, noticing that it was thick enough for her thumb not to touch her fingers as she gripped the shaft. With their trousers down, it was hard to believe that Jacob and her husband were even members of the same species. It was as if she was holding the heavy cock of some hitherto undiscovered cousin of humanity. But then again, she wasn't exactly experienced with the things. Maybe penises tended towards being this size, and her husband was the freak of nature with his little thing.

Part of her recoiled at the cruelness of the thought. A bigger part of her was too cock drunk to care.

She stared at it with something approaching awe. She'd never really looked at a penis before, not properly anyway. It wasn't part of a man's anatomy she had ever considered could be attractive before. Why obsess over a silly little lump, when there were things like strong arms and beards and tight arses and whatever else. But she had to admit this was a fine specimen, with nothing silly or little about it.

She took some time to study it. How the veins on this one were so prominent, how easily the tip appeared out of his foreskin as she stroked it, and how warm it was underneath the tacky, greasy stuff that comes off condoms. Around the tip, there were remnants of his load, begging to be licked up. Her tongue came out of her mouth unbidden, but she brought it back inside just as quickly, styling it out into a licking of the lips.