“Explosive?” I ask, brushing the matted hair from her forehead.
“Mmmmm. Thunderous.” She sighs, wiggling her hips and sloshing my spent cock around in her soggy pussy. “Thank you, Nick.” She says, kissing my lips tenderly. “You don’t know how much I needed that.”
“You not only needed it, Maggie.” I say, returning her kiss. “You deserved it.”
“Thank you.” She whispers. As we lay together in post coital bliss, she returns to earlier topics. “Nick, what really happened between you and Nicole?” She asks.
“Like I told you, Maggie.” I answer. “Mostly it was distance. But it was also the transmitter. I used it to direct and control Nicole, learning, too late I guess, that controlling another person is not a good basis for a healthy relationship. It doesn’t grow and develop. It becomes boring.”
“You are definitely not your Uncle Harry.” She says, smiling at me. “So, what else did you tell me when you had the transmitter on?” She asks, raising her eyebrows.
“I just undid the control that Uncle Harry put on your orgasms. I told you to have normal and natural sexual reactions, except tonight when I fucked you, you’d have the most explosive and thunderous orgasm ever.” I say smiling at her. “Did I do okay?”
“You did wonderfully.” She says, rocking her body against mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth. My cock recovers enough for us to start moving again. This time is less urgent, but no less tumultuous, as the tension builds longer and our ultimate release is even stronger than before. We both finally collapse, exhausted and spent.
I wake up wondering where I am and then realize I’m lying on top of Maggie, with my cock still inside her pussy. The clock says, 12:30 a. m. and I panic, unsure when Nicole or Frank are due home. Gently disengaging myself from Maggie, I crawl off the foot of the bed as she rolls over, pulling the sheet around her.
Grabbing the transmitter, I go into the living room to get my clothes. Just as I finish getting dressed, a key is inserted into the front door. Fuck! I duck into the kitchen, as Nicole and her date come in the front door.
“Shhhh.” Nicole says. “Get us a couple of cokes, while I check on my mom and dad.” Nicole says, walking down the hall. Fuck! I duck into the laundry room, out of sight of her date, as he comes into the kitchen, grabbing the cokes from the fridge. The laundry room leads into the garage and there’s a back door off the kitchen, but it’s locked and chained. I’m sure I’d make to much noise trying to get it open. I’m reviewing my options, as Nicole comes back into the living room and sits down next to her date, turning off all the lights except one.
“God Nicole.” He whispers. “I can’t believe you actually did that in the car! I almost hit a fucking tree.” He adds. I can guess what he’s talking about and I smile at the memory of Nicole and I in that exact situation.
“After all those points you scored, it was the least I could do.” Nicole whispers, giggling, and I hear the rustling of clothing and the unmistakable sound of heavy petting. So Nicole’s boyfriend is a jock? Who would have guessed?
“Mmmm. Bobby.” Nicole moans softly, as I creep into the kitchen to see what’s going on, staying in the shadows, so I won’t be seen. Nicole has her panties off, her skirt pulled up to her waist, and her legs spread, inviting Bobby to partake of her delicacies. The lamp casts a dull glow on her glistening pussy and I can’t help but contrast her fuzzy brown triangle with her mother’s thicker, black bush.
“Are you sure your parents are asleep?” Bobby asks, kneeling on the floor in front of her.
“My mom’s asleep, but my dad’s not home.” Nicole answers. “We’ll have to watch for his headlights.”
“Jesus, Nicole!” Bobby says. “You want to do this in your living room when your dad could walk in any minute?” He asks, leaning back and looking at her.
“You’re the jock, Bobby.” She teases, spreading her legs wider, and teasing her pussy lips open with her finger. “I’ll watch out for my dad, while you show me how you score.” She teases, bringing her wet finger to his lips and killing any resistance he may have had left. I’ve never watched anyone fuck before, well, at least, not in a voyeuristic way, when they didn’t know I was watching.
“Goddamn, why am I arguing?” Bobby asks. “Any guy would kill to be where I am.” He says, burying his head between her legs. I watch him lick and suck on Nicole’s pussy, with just a little pang of jealousy, wishing I could be lapping up her delicious cream. My cock is rock hard by the time Nicole clamps her legs around Bobby’s head and her juices are running down his chin.
“Oh fuck!” She whispers, relaxing her legs and leaning her head back. I can smell her from here and the familiar aroma takes me back to the last time her and I fucked. She rode me like a wild woman on Uncle Harry’s bed. I’m rubbing my cock through my shorts, as I watch her pull Bobby’s pants down to his ankles, push him down on the couch and mount his hard cock. It’s kind of weird, watching Nicole fuck someone else, but they seem so right together. Bouncing up and down on Bobby’s cock, she kisses him passionately, while he slides his hands up under her blouse. He has great endurance, or the blowjob in the car took the edge off, because I count at least two orgasms for Nicole by the time he shoots his load.
“Oh fuck! Nicole!” He breathes, pushing his legs out straight, as he squeezes her ass cheeks, keeping her firmly mounted on his cock. Raising himself up on his heels, he thrusts up into her as his body spasms and jerks against her pussy.
“I love you, Bobby.” Nicole says, as their mutual orgasms subside and they catch their breath.
“I love you too, Nicole.” He breathes. “I just don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” He kisses her, while rocking her gently on his spent cock. My cock is aching and I just want to get out of here.
Bobby finally leaves, and I’m getting ready to go, when I remember the video camera. I go into the living room and erase the three-minute video that Maggie and I made earlier.
“What are you doing here?” Nicole asks, from the hallway, as I’m opening the front door to leave. I figured she’d be asleep by now, in a post-orgasmic stupor.
“I uh, wanted to see how you’re doing.” I say, not very convincingly.
“So you’re, what, sneaking out of my house in the middle of the night?” She asks, walking towards me. I suddenly realize that she only has on a flimsy spaghetti strap nightie and bikini panties. She looks great with her nipples pushing out the material as it stretches across her firm, little tits. She’s standing with her hands on her hips, waiting for an explanation, while I consider whether to use the transmitter.
“I saw your boyfriend leave.” I say, trying to sound convincing. “And I thought I’d just pop in and say hi. The front door was open, but once I got in, I realized that you must have already gone to bed, so I was leaving.” I’m staring at her barely covered body, while she’s looking at something entirely different on the floor behind the couch. Oh fuck! It’s Maggie’s robe. Picking up the robe and stepping closer to me, she sees that my shoes are untied and my clothes aren’t exactly aligned.