One Night in Dallas

You can tell I had an accurate memory until now, but it became clouded here. I do remember bringing my legs together again, under him, relaxing them as he pushed, then hard together, squeezing his cock as he pulled. I remember my wrists being held above my head by his strong hands, as his pelvis pushed against, into, mine, as his cock pushed and stretched and filled and violated and in its own instinctive way found new places to give me pleasure. I don't think I could have been a more enthusiastic partner as he pounded into me.

In almost too short a time he whispered "Kim, I can't hold back much longer! Should I pull out? I didn't put on a condom."

I felt him throbbing, felt a strong heart beat bounding in his cock, from him, in me, felt my own little muscle spasms grabbing at his cock as he started to pull away.

"NO" I said, freeing my hands, grabbing his waist, holding his hips close. I raised my legs up, wrapped them around his back, locked my ankles, and pulled him closer. I tipped my pelvis so that I was as wider still, and almost hissed. "Come in me. Give me every drop!"

I watched his face redden, and I felt myself flush and quiver, too. I loved the way he pushed in, and loved the way his cock seemed to grow a little longer at the last minute, reach still deeper in me, and get hotter, too. I looked down, saw him pull back a couple of inches, thrust in, again and again, and I could feel the twitches his cock was making as he ejaculated in me, grunting, making "Uhhhh!" noises with each spasm as he came, in time with my own noises. I put a hand on either side of my cunt, spread it as much as I could, and pushed against his pelvis. I captured his shaft between the thumb and fingers of each hand, and began a milking motion, every drop.

And he delivered. Each time he'd thrust, I heard myself moan, and met him, with my knees far apart, sometimes legs bent, sometimes straight out and up, masturbating him with each stroke, very aware of feeling him push in me with each spurt, of that very male look on his face. I'm sure I could feel his semen pumping into me.

It seemed to take a long time to empty himself. He was pushing, stroking, even when I felt, in all that heat and moisture, his penis finally get a little softer, get a little smaller.

At last he stopped, paused on me, then much sooner than I wanted him too, he rolled off, trailing a thread of his cum and my lubrication across our pelvises.

I was still trying to regain my senses when Darren said, "Kim, that was magnificent, but I know your husband will be here soon and you probably want to clean up before he arrives."

On a spur of the moment decision, I knew I would like to see Darren again, so I quickly asked him to leave his phone number in case I might get a chance to give him a call. He handed me my cell phone and I programmed in his number.

Darren quickly made his exit, thanking me once again for a wonderful time and for "choosing" him. I laid on the bed with my legs squeezed tightly together for just long enough for Darren to reach the elevator, then speed dialed my husband's phone.

When Stoney answered, I whispered, "My pussy is ready for you, my lover."

No sooner said than Stoney threw open the door between our rooms and already had his clothes off. In the dim light he could see the wetness around my mound and made some sort of guttural moan, then began at my knees, licking his way up my thighs. As he reached my sloppy mound, I parted my legs and could instantly feel the warm cum begin to flow from me.

As soon as I came down from the intense orgasm brought on by Stoney's lapping tongue on my sloppy wet lips, I began to recount the details of the evening. When I was finished with all the illicit details, Stoney finally slid his throbbing cock into me.

He said, "Oh sweet baby, I wish I could have seen all of that."

"Well lover," I mused, "Perhaps tomorrow night, I can call Darren and explain to him who we really are and see if he is interested in a repeat performance, only this time, with you here to enjoy it as well."