“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Cyn slams her pussy down on my rigid cock, locking her muscles in a vice-like grip. Shelly settles back on my mouth and I snake my tongue into her wet pussy, as my hard cock throbs inside Cyn’s vibrating pussy. Cyn catches her breath and I’m hoping she’ll ride me to completion, but Shelly leans forward again and grabs Cyn in a full embrace, pulling her down on the bed beside us. I twist my body sideways, rolling with them until I can disengage my hard cock from Cyn’s slick pussy and move out of their way.
“Mmmmm.” Cyn moans, as she kisses Shelly’s face. “So good! That was so good!” She murmurs, as their breasts mash against each other and their legs entwine. “Oh god! I’ve never felt anything like that.” She sighs, as they kiss passionately. It’s an erotic show, but what about me? I was so fucking close! I watch these beautiful women rub their bodies together; writhing in passion, but all I can think about is my own release. Now I really do feel like a fucking catalyst, like an extra in an x-rated movie.
As I’m lying there, with my aching cock sticking straight up in the air, Shelly breaks the kiss and starts working her way down Cyn’s body. Fuck! She’s sucking her nipples and running her fingers through Cyn’s matted bush. Cyn is lying back with her eyes closed, spreading her legs and pushing her mound up against Shelly’s hand. I want to slam my cock back inside her steamy pussy and finish what we started, but Shelly has other ideas. Winking at me, Shelly kneels between Cyn’s legs and lowers her mouth to Cyn’s wide-open pussy.
“Oh yeah!” Cyn moans, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs, as she grabs Shelly’s hair and pulls her face tighter into her pussy. Shelly’s voracious attack on Cyn’s pussy, leaves her ass waving in the air, finally giving me an avenue for my release. Shelly’s orgasm had been cut short too, and her wet pussy lips are an inviting sight, as I kneel on the bed behind her. Grabbing her hips I align my cock with my target. Shelly realizes the implication of my movements and spreads her knees farther apart on the bed.
Positioning my cockhead just inside her thick pussy lips, I slam into her in one quick motion. With my hands on her hips, I start pumping into her like a madman. My orgasm has been building for a while and all I care about is cumming. At this point, I don’t care whether Shelly has an orgasm, or is enjoying our fuck; I just want to explode inside her hot pussy.
“Damn!” Shelly cries, pulling her mouth from Cyn’s pussy and slamming her ass back against my cock. “You’re like an animal back there!” She says, matching my thrusts and shoving one hand between her legs to rub her clit. “You’re going to finish me off good!” She grunts, as I feel my balls constrict I hammer her even harder.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I groan, as I jam my cock deep into Shelly’s enflamed pussy and start spewing load after load of built up cum into her fiery furnace. She tightens her spasming pussy muscles around my cock, as her orgasm rips through her. I lean against her back, catching my breath, as she again lowers her face to Cyn’s pussy.
Shelly finishes Cyn off and we all cuddle together on the sex-soaked bedspread. I enjoy the warmth of their bodies next to mine and spend the next few minutes running my hands over their smooth skin, memorizing their curves. I have a feeling this may be the end or our little tryst.
“We can’t let Cyn drive.” Shelly says, looking at the clock and sitting up. “You’ll have to drive her car and I’ll bring you back here for your car.” She says authoritatively, as I look at Cyn, almost asleep on the bed next to me. She’s right. I gently shake Cyn awake and we all get dressed and leave the hotel.
“You were wonderful, as usual.” Cyn says dreamily, leaning her head on my shoulder, as we make the ten-minute drive to her house.
“You were pretty amazing yourself.” I answer, resting my hand on her thigh, as we turn onto her street. I park in her normal spot on the driveway and make sure she has her keys and is walking okay, before I run to the curb and get in Shelly’s car. We drive away just as Cyn is opening her front door.
“Thanks for your help at the hotel.” Shelly says, caressing my thigh much the same way I did Cyn’s. “I don’t think I could have done it without you.” She says.
“What do you think will happen when she sobers up?” I ask, looking at Shelly, as she drives.
“She wasn’t so drunk that she didn’t know who was doing what.” Shelly says, matter-of-factly. “Some people need an excuse for their behavior, the wine provided that. She’ll be fine next time.”
“So, next Thursday?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“I’m hoping we won’t be seeing you next Thursday.” Shelly says, smiling like the Chesire Cat.
“That’s what I thought.” I answer quietly.
“Hey, don’t act like such a victim.” Shelly admonishes. “You got some great sex out of this didn’t you?”
“Unbelievable sex.” I answer, honestly.
“Well then.” She says, adopting her professorial tone. “Would you have still done it, if you’d known everything from the beginning?” She asks. I think about it and realize she’s right.
“Of course. In a heartbeat.” I answer more lively than I expected.
“There you go.” She says, patting my leg. “You’re a marvelously talented lover, Mike.” She says, looking towards me as she pulls into the hotel’s parking lot. “You made me feel half my age and twice as sexy as I really am.” She smiles. “Now, go seduce someone your own age.” She laughs, as she stops next to my car.
“Thanks, Shelly.” I answer, leaning over and kissing her briefly on the lips. “You’re at least twice as sexy as you think you are.” I tell her as I get out of the car.
What a night! I collapse on my bed, falling asleep without even getting undressed. In the morning, I’m surprised to find a text message from Jasmine.
SORRY I GOT MAD! PICK ME UP AFTER SCHOOL? IF YOU’RE NOT STILL ANGRY.
I text back immediately that I was never angry with her and I’ll see her after school. There’s no cheerleader practice on Fridays because the game is that night, so I have to hustle to get from my last class to her school by the time she gets out.
I pull up in front of her school just as classes start letting out. Normally, I would be checking out every hard bodied teenage girl who passes my car, but today I’m focused on just one. I see her running towards my car with her backpack slung over one arm. She’s wearing her low-slung jeans and a stretchy top that clings enticingly to her teenage curves.
“Hi Mike.” She says, jumping in my car and closing the door. “I’m so sorry I got mad at you!” She says, leaning over and kissing my cheek. Her lips linger just a little longer than usual and for a minute I think she’s going to move them around to touch mine. But she sits back in her seat and puts her backpack on the floor.
“Thanks for picking me up.” She smiles. “I really need to talk to you.” She says.
“Starbucks?” I ask