“Oh God yes! Play with my asshole,” she cries as I move my mouth to her clit and slip the tip of my finger into her crinkly opening. Using my other hand to stimulate her labia, pinching and teasing her swollen lips, I keep sucking her clit while pushing my finger a little farther into her ass. The simultaneous sensations have their desired effect and she starts bucking feverishly against my mouth and hands.
“Oh Fuck, Mike! That is… I don’t fucking know what that is! Oh God! I’m going to cum!” she cries.
I lean my weight on her to keep her from bucking my mouth off her clit as the first wave of her orgasm jolts her body. I keep sucking her clit, pinching her pussy lips and finger fucking her asshole as she thrashes around on the bed. When she arches her back and spreads her legs even wider, I bury my index finger all the way inside her ass and gently bite her clit.
“OHMYFUCKINGGOD!” she screams as her body explodes and she gushes hot frothy cream over my hands. While her body convulses, I move my tongue back to her pussy, hungrily slurping up the gooey sauce flowing freely from her lips.
“Now it’s time to fuck,” I whisper, moving my body over hers before her breathing can return to normal.
“Let me catch my breath,” she pleads.
“Not a chance,” I say as I thrust my pussy-soaked tongue into her mouth and glide my aching cock into her still quivering pussy.
Oh fuck! She feels so damn good. Her pussy is snug but so well lubricated that I sink to my balls without any effort. Barbara squeezes her inner muscles around the sides of my cock, massaging it as I glide in and out with long slow strokes. The heat from her pussy envelopes my hard-on and I have to concentrate to keep from cumming prematurely.
We’re still kissing with our tongues fervently entwined as I pick up the rhythm, moving both of us up a notch in readiness. I try desperately to hold off my own climax as I await a signal from her that she’s ready to join me. Sliding my hand between us, I pinch one of her thick nipples, stretching it out from her chest as I pound faster and harder. She’s bucking her ass off the bed, slamming her love button hard against my pelvic bone.
“Oh God! Mike! I’m… going… to… cum… again!” She’s speaking in gasps, sucking air into her lungs between her breathless words. “Oh yeah! Oh God! Fuck… Me… Hard… Mike! Oh yes! Harder!” She’s panting and twisting her head from side to side as she thrashes around on the bed ramming her burning cunt up around my hard cock. I’m so fucking close but still holding back, waiting for that euphoric moment when the peak of our physical exertion transforms into blissful ecstasy flowing uncontrollably from our sweat-soaked bodies. Fuck! I’m so close. It’s got to be soon.
“I’m cumming!” Barbara finally cries. “Oh! God! Oh! Fuck!” She clamps her pussy muscles around my cock, digs her long nails into my back and convulses beneath me. That sparks my long awaited release and my body jerks violently, shooting rapid-fire bursts of cum deep inside her fiery pussy. Our bodies tense, locking in a vice-like grip as we shudder together toward our mutual crescendo.
Collapsing on my bed with her trembling body shivering beneath me, I feel the swell of her breasts pushing her hard nipples into my chest as she gasps for air. We just lay there panting for several minutes holding each other tight before we finally start kissing again. This is a more leisurely kiss without the urgency or the sexual tension of our previous kisses. She knows what she’s doing with her tongue and my cock starts responding to her machinations.
“Cyn was right about you,” Barbara whispers, breaking the kiss as I start rocking my semi-recovered cock inside her slick love canal. “Damn, you know how to show a girl a good time,” she teases while rolling her hips in rhythm with my slow, even strokes. I’m not close to being ready to fuck again, but her pussy feels too good for my cock not to want to move.
“You know, Mike,” she says quietly. “I said we might be able to help each other.”
“You have helped me, Barbara,” I answer. “More than you know.”
“But I might know a way for you to make Cyn change her mind about Jasmine,” she says, quickly getting my attention. I’m almost ashamed to admit that I haven’t thought about Jasmine for the past couple of hours and it seems weird to be talking about her with my cock buried in Barbara’s pussy but she obviously has peaked my curiosity.
“Please tell me,” I say, trying not to sound as desperately hopeful as I feel.
“Well, I know that she’s gotten Jasmine to do what she wants by threatening to expose your antics to her mom, right?”
“As far as I know, that’s it,” I answer. “Jasmine won’t even talk to me to explain the details.”
“I know Cyn well enough to know that she would carry out her threat. She wouldn’t think twice about admitting her own duplicity if it meant she accomplished her objective. But I can almost guarantee that she would not be willing to sacrifice her husband’s career in the process.”
“You’ve got my attention,” I tell her. We’re still coupled together but I am no longer moving my cock in any sexual way.
“Our husbands are still spending their Thursday nights with that white slut over on Fourth Street. If you could get some pictures of our sanctified reverend in, shall we say, a compromising position…” Her voice trails off but I’m quick enough to get the idea.
“Do you have any ideas about how I would get these pictures?” I ask.
“Not a clue,” she laughs. “But you seem pretty resourceful and I can give you her name and address.”
“I’ll take it.” I say, wondering where I could get the type of equipment I would need. The mood is broken but I’m definitely not ready to call it a day. “Would you like some lunch and then maybe we could pick up where we left off?”
“Mmmm. That sounds perfect,” Barbara says as I disengage my spent cock from her drenched pussy.
“You stay here and rest up for round two while I cook us up a couple of quesadillas.” I roll off the bed and walk into the kitchen without bothering to dress.
I return to the bedroom with quesadillas, a couple of beers and chips with salsa. Barbara sits up cross-legged on the bed, her glistening pussy immodestly splayed open as she takes her plate. My cock reflexively responds to her sexy body as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Wow,” Barbara says, between mouthfuls of her quesadilla. “Multiple orgasms and you can cook! Jasmine is a lucky girl,” she smiles.
“I’ve been thinking about Jasmine as I made lunch,” I answer.
“So I’m not responsible for that,” she teasingly points to my erection.
“No, you’re fully responsible for this,” I laugh. She laughs with me and her tits jiggle temptingly with her laughter. My cock hardens more which sparks more laughter.
“Then what were you thinking?” Barbara asks hesitantly. “Feeling a little guilty?” she asks.
“No… well, maybe a little but that wasn’t what I was thinking,” I answer as my eyes continue to devour her naked flesh. “I was just thinking that maybe Jasmine should have a say in what we were discussing.” Barbara tilts her head to one side as if she’s studying me.
“Sex, cooking and empathy,” she shakes her head. “Jesus, Mike, you are quite the find.” She smiles as she takes a sip of beer. I watch her tits raise slightly as she lifts her arm and then my eyes follow the contours of her neck as she swallows. “Why don’t you ask her?” She smiles as she slides the cold beer bottle down between her luscious breasts, leaving a moist trail of condensation across their inside curves.