“My God!” Cyn says, trying to catch her breath; her tits expanding against my chest. “I don’t know why I ever agreed to share you.” She smiles, with her hand on my cheek. “I’m only getting half of what I could be getting.”
“Why did you?” I ask, wondering what she’ll tell me this time.
“Because it’s what the three of us decided and I agreed to it.” She sighs. “Of course now there are only two of us.” She says, kissing my forehead. I lower my head to her chest, without disengaging my spent cock from her pussy. Leisurely licking the smooth brown skin of her tit, I work my way all around it, before sucking her taut, dark nipple into my mouth.
“Mmmmmm.” Cyn sighs, arching her body against me. “You’re making a good case for me to keep you for myself.” She says, running her fingers through my hair as I suckle at her breast. Our post-coital kissing, sucking and licking lasts almost an hour, until the creative combination of Cyn’s pussy muscles and the movement of her hips, fully revives my cock. Starting slowly, just grinding against each other, we steadily increase the pace. With the urgency building within us, my rigid cock is soon slamming into her slick hole.
“I’m cumming again! Ohhh! Fuck, Mike! I… can’t… believe… I’m… cumming… again!” Cyn’s bucking wildly against my cock, as I feverishly ram it into her. We’re fucking with lustful abandon now, as we reach a frenzied rhythm and I pound my cock into her wide-open pussy. Thrusting her hips up to match every stroke, she claws my back, digging her nails deep into my skin.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” She cries, clenching her pussy around my cock, as her body spasms through the first wave of her another intense orgasm. My cock erupts at the same time and I shoot more cum than I thought I would have left, deep inside her quivering hole. Locked in a tight embrace, we ride out our orgasms, as our sweat soaked bodies tremble and shake against each other. It takes forever to catch our breath and Cyn breaks the silence with a laugh.
“I can’t move.” Cyn laughs. “You’ve completely drained my energy.
“I know what you mean.” I answer, lying on my back next to her, still trying to get my breathing under control.
“I need a shower before I go home.” She says. “By myself!” She adds, as she kisses my cheek and rolls out of bed. I watch her walk to the bathroom, but don’t even attempt to join her in the shower. What an amazing woman! I doze off, thinking about Cyn, but my dream soon turns towards Jasmine and my fantasy of what she looks like naked.
“Dreaming about me, lover?” Cyn says, kissing the tip of my nearly erect cock, waking me from my fantasy.
“Yeah, planning next time.” I lie, wondering what she’d do if she knew it was her niece I’m fantasizing about. With my luck, we’d end up with some kind of Mrs. Robinson scenario and she’d be threatening to tell Jasmine about us.
She’s dressed and ready to go. “Sorry.” I say, sitting up. “I must have dozed off.”
“I would have too, if I didn’t have to get home. My niece has school tomorrow.” She says, bending to kiss my lips. “See you next Thursday, Mike.”
“I wish we didn’t have to wait a whole week.” I say, as she’s leaving.
“Sorry, but that’s all I can arrange without causing suspicion.” She says, blowing me a kiss as she pulls the door closed. I fall back to sleep immediately.
On Saturday, Jasmine and I meet at a park near her house. It’s a beautiful day and we just fool around, playing Frisbee, climbing trees and swinging. She looks delicious in a red tank top and tight white shorts. I’m pushing her on the swing, when she asks me if I’ve talked to Amber lately.
“No, we haven’t worked together for a couple of weeks.” I answer, wondering where that came from. “I think we have a shift together next week. Why?” I ask her, as my hands touch her firm ass cheeks to push her forward on the swing.
“No reason.” She answers. “I’m done swinging.” She says, slowing down and putting her feet on the ground. We walk over to some trees and sit in the shade, leaning against a large tree trunk.
“I really miss Jimmy.” She says, leaning against my shoulder. “Especially on a day like today.” She says, looking at me. “We used to come here a lot. We’d stay until it got dark and no one could see us.” She says, leaving the rest to my imagination.
“I’m sorry.” Is all I can think of to say, wishing I could make her forget him. “I wish there was something I could do.” I tell her, putting my arm around her shoulder.
“You’ve been great, Mike.” She says. “I just kick myself, every time I think about how much I trusted him and how it all disintegrated in one night.” She’s cuddled next to me with her left tit against my side, when she catches me completely off guard.
“I’m also horny as hell.” She laughs. “I miss being with Jimmy, but I also really miss the sex.” She says.
“Now, I really wish there was something I could do.” I answer, squeezing her against me.
“I bet you do!” She says, hitting my leg playfully. “You know what I mean.” She says, leaving her hand on my thigh. “When you’re used to having sex almost everyday, and then you suddenly don’t have a boyfriend…” She lets her words trail off. My cock wants to respond to this conversation and I’m trying hard not to let it show.
“I would be happy to offer my services if it would help.” I tell her, trying to make it sound like a joke.
“I know you would, Mike.” She says, squeezing my thigh. “Why aren’t you black?” She asks exasperatedly.
“I’ll convert.” I joke. “Are there classes or something I can take?”
“I think you’d fail miserably.” She says, laughing. “Thanks, Mike.” She says, leaning back and looking me in the eye. “You always say the right thing to pull me out of my doldrums.” Leaning forward, she kisses me on the cheek. “You’re the best.” She says.
“Jasmine.” I say, looking in her eyes, with my hands on her shoulders. “I don’t have to be your boyfriend or anything to help you satisfy your horniness. Sex is a natural, human urge and we could help each other… as friends. We could take the necessary precautions and nothing has to change in our friendship.” I look at her as earnestly as I can, hoping she’ll see the logic of my proposal, rather than my rock solid cock trying to bust out of my pants.
“You’re wrong, Mike.” Jasmine says, turning away from me. “Sex changes everything in a relationship. Nothing would be the same with us.” She says, grabbing my hand. “Come on, let’s go home.” We walk back to my car, holding hands. A lot of arguments are running through my brain, but I decide for once, to just keep quiet and not push my luck.
“Mike.” Jasmine says, when we reach my car. “I’m sorry I talked about all that stuff with you. I realize how it must have sounded and I’m sorry to have given you the wrong impression.” She smiles. “You’re so easy to talk to that I sometimes just get carried away.”
“Don’t apologize!” I tell her. “I’m flattered that you feel comfortable talking to me like that. I’m the one who was out of line. You set the boundaries of this relationship from the very first day that we watched live sex together and you started your period in my car.” I tease and she starts laughing out loud.