Satisfied at Last

It must've taken a moment for her vision to come back into focus, because she looked down to see the milky piles of my jizz. The sight made her giggle, a sound I'd not heard in the time we'd been together. Then she turned her gaze further down to where Jose lay grinning between her legs. She spoke barely above a whisper, but her tone was urgent as hell. "Fuck me."

He lifted his sinewy body on top of her. She grasped his cock and guided to her pussy. It slid inside, slowly, until he bottomed out. He pressed his hips against hers, tentatively. Probing. Unsure. She looked him in the eyes. "I said, 'Fuck me.'" It was an order. His thrusts got faster and harder. Soon she was groaning and screaming, clutching his back with her fingernails. She wrapped her legs around his to increase the feeling. My cock had gone totally limp after she'd pumped out the last drop of my cum, so I didn't touch myself but reclined on my side, head on hand, watching them fuck like animals.

He clearly had dick skills as well as oral. He mixed up his strokes in speed and direction. Melissa reacted with an amazing series of gasps and grimaces. Without missing a beat, he rocked back onto his heels, lifted her feet up beside his ears, and started pounding harder, penetrating even deeper into her guts. Her mouth strained open wide and eyes rolled back in her head. Her toes curled beside his ears until her feet twisted into pink sicles. He was pulling his dick almost all the way out and slamming it back in. Soon it was coated white. I thought he'd shot his load, but then I realized that the juice was Melissa's. She was so wet that every thrust sounded like a splash. Their hips smashed together with loud slaps. My head was spinning. Had we accidentally picked up a porn star? Would he expect to be paid?

I wondered how much more either of them could take. He lowered her ankles to the bed and laid back down on top of her, shoving in to the hilt. She started urging him on. "Cum in me. Do it. Fill me up." Finally he groaned, ass cheeks clenching. He must've pumped oceans of spunk into her quivering belly.

Then he slowly slid out, inch by inch, and collapsed on her other side. (A gentleman, I thought to myself.) The three of us lay there, spent and happy. I actually thought that might be it for the night. A silly thought, of course, because Melissa.

As we lay on our backs, the warmth radiating from her skin drew me like a magnet. Her eyes were closed. She might've been sleeping as far as I could tell. My fingers gently traced circles around her breasts in the fine film of sweat. I saw how creamy it was and realized that my cum might be part of the mix. I lightly flicked my fingernails down her stomach. She smiled and purred. I kept going. My fingers arrived in due course at her still-engorged labia. I continued flicking, almost absentmindedly. After a minute, she started breathing in little gasps, her hips bucking ever so slightly. She laid her hand on mine and pressed my finger into her wet folds. Her clit was so erect it might've been a dick.

She guided my pressure and rhythm against her over-stimulated jewel. When she was satisfied I had it right, her hands fluttered up to grasp her own breasts. You could tell something was churning inside her, but not boiling over. She whispered, "Suck my nipple. Hard." I obliged, drawing moans as I suckled her tit. I saw that Jose had his mouth on her other breast. She luxuriated in the feelings.

Then suddenly she turned my way and pushed me onto my back. She flung her leg over me like a cowgirl mounting a horse. My dick was rock hard again, and she impaled herself. Leaning forward on her hands, she pounded me hard and fast, her hips slapping loudly against me. Then she paused and rolled her ass in a circle. I'd never felt her this wet. I realized the lube was a combination of her cum and Jose's. She brought her feet flat under her into a squat on the bed and bounced lustily on my pole.

The second time I orgasm in a session, when I'm lucky enough to experience it, always takes a lot longer. When it finally happens, it seems to burst out of someplace deep within me. Melissa was going for it. She fucked me in a steady rhythm that drove me nearly out of my mind, but I still hadn't cum again. With an impish smile, she reached back and started fondling my balls. I sighed, "Oh, Jesus" and shivered in ecstasy as I pumped my second load of the night into her pussy. Still riding my cock, she reached between her legs to finger her own clit. Her climax this time seemed less of an explosion and more like an internal detonation. She groaned deeply, and her torso quivered like jelly.

She collapsed on my chest. I rubbed her back. She sighed and rolled off me. She lay flat on her stomach, her face against the mattress. I thought this time we were really done. Then I saw Jose climb up behind her. She opened her legs a little and took his hard cock into her pussy. He shoved in repeatedly. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust. Soon they were moving in perfect sync. They ground against each other, hungry and desperate, until from deep in Melissa's guts I heard a familiar sound welling up. Her body shook as she burst out in another orgasm. I couldn't help but notice that this one erupted with no stimulation but an engorged penis in her sopping wet vagina. The holy grail.

Wow. I think I actually said it aloud. Wow. And I slept. I think they did too.

In the morning I dreamed that Melissa and I were naked in a boat, but this one was on a river, and it was rushing toward a waterfall. I grabbed her and tried to dive out before we went over the edge. The move woke me up. I found myself alone in the big bed stained with sweat and cum. I still heard the sound of water and realized it was the shower.

I walked naked into the bathroom, where Melissa and Jose stood under the spray in the running shower. Just about the only way we hadn't fucked the previous night was standing up, and now they were making up for that omission. Melissa's ass faced the door. I stepped in behind her and pressed my hard cock against her butt. She pushed back as if to take it in, but it wouldn't go. After a minute she slipped off Jose's dick, grabbed his hand and stepped out of the shower, calling "Come on, guys."

She led us back to the bedroom and rummaged around in her bag. First she pulled out a pile of scarves, but she threw them aside onto the bed table. Then she hit paydirt: a bottle of lube. She tossed it to me and pushed Jose into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. His cock stood up like a flag pole. She rubbed it with her pussy lips. Then she lowered herself until she had him balls deep. I smeared generous helpings of lube on her butt and my cock. I aimed my dick at her backdoor and pressed firmly. With a pop I penetrated her tight asshole. We both groaned as I sank in. Jose and I coordinated our thrusting, drawing cries and sighs from our cock-filled lady. I have no idea how much time passed until I felt her cumming on our cocks. Her orgasm triggered mine. Her convulsions squeezed Jose's dick out. She fell to her knees to suck him, causing my dripping cock to slip out of her ass. He threw his head back and cried "Fick" as he poured his load down her throat.

I stepped backward out of the bedroom and headed into the shower. The temperature was scalding, and I indulged myself in the stream until the hot water ran out. Then I towelled off and walked back into the bedroom. They weren't there, and I could smell coffee coming from the kitchen. I grabbed a pair of shorts from the drawer and went in search of the magic brew. The pot stood on the warmer, so I poured myself a cup. The bitter taste was like heaven. Love of strong coffee is another thing Melissa and I share.

The sound of quiet voices led me into the living room. They sat naked on the sofa, steaming mugs in hand, and talked softly. All at once I felt overdressed in my shorts. Her hand lay in his lap, where she played casually with his limp prick. His fingers tickled through the little patch of blond hair she always left when she shaved her pussy.

These little gestures felt almost more intimate than their wild fucking of the night before. They seemed so relaxed that I wondered whether she'd decided to drop the role play and fess up about what was going on. Then I heard her say how she'd heard nothing from Kristy, who didn't return calls or texts. It would be just like the bitch to swing by the bar late as hell, not see her, and head back alone. Now she really was fucked, pardon her French. If she wasn't back by tomorrow she'd get fired. I took that as a cue to say I was driving that way today and to offer a ride.

With that, our idyll seemed to be over. Jose stood and gathered his clothes from the floor where he'd dropped them last night. Before he could put them on, Melissa got up and took his hand. She flashed me a shy little smile as she led him into the bedroom. I sat and sipped my coffee, listening to what sounded like a fabulous farewell fuck from the next room. Finally it got quiet. A few minutes later, Jose emerged wearing his pants and shirt, slipped on his shoes by the door, and with a friendly wave, headed out. A minute later I heard his truck start up. The engine sound disappeared into the distance.

Melissa didn't come out, so I peeked into the room. She lay spread-eagle on the bed, her hands and feet tied to the posts with the scarves she'd pulled out of her bag earlier. I stepped closer to see that, as a parting gift, he'd covered her breasts and belly in generous helpings of cum. Where he was still getting all that spunk I couldn't say. He must have a sperm factory in his balls.

Melissa smiled at me, eyes glazed from orgasm, skin glistening with sweat. Dropping my shorts, I lowered myself into her and started moving. Soon our adventure came to a glorious pair of climaxes.

When we'd finished, I untied her wrists and ankles and left her on the bed to nap. I packed our stuff and stowed it in the car before waking her late morning with a kiss. I asked if she'd like to eat before we left, but she suggested we stop on the way. I'd left out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for her but had inadvertently packed all her shoes. She shrugged and carefully padded barefoot over gravel to the car. She nodded off again in the passenger seat as I pulled out.

I realized she was awake later when I felt her feet sliding onto my lap. Her toes rubbed my groin through my jeans. On another day that might've made me cum in my pants, but I was spent. Anyway, it felt nice.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

She thought for a second. "You don't hear me say this very often, but...satisfied."

We both laughed, then got quiet again.

"Are you pissed at me?" she asked after a while.

"No. Why would I be?"

"I got an extra playmate for myself but not for you."

I thought about it for a moment. "It was awesome," I said. And I meant it.

"Good. Because, I've been meaning to tell you..."

"Yeah?"

"You know Kristy?"

"The bitch roommate who deserted you?"

"No, the smokin' real one who has the hots for you."

"What?"

"She's been asking me when she can join us for a threeway. Should I text her to say we'll be home by dinnertime?"

I'm pretty sure my smile said it all.