Paula Cash - Lap lessons

"ah, Ah, Ah."

The tickle seemed prolonged. She felt full and rich in her belly as she willed herself to orgasm. But orgasm didn't come right away. Instead she felt utter, delicious sexuality up and down her body. Fred's cock was soooo tight on her sensitive areas in the front of her vagina, while her hot little box was so hungry for the erotic sensations that she really didn't feel like ending it with orgasm right away.

"We – better hurry…" she gasped, as much as a warning to herself as to him.

"Oh, baby, just a few seconds more," he moaned in delight.

He had used her naked breasts now, reddened them, and desensitized them with a luscious sucking and nibbling, giving her plenty of pleasure. He moved up to her mouth. She accepted his hot French kisses with cries of delight. Like most women, she enjoyed kissing, both as romance and as erotic stimulation. They gasped and surged and wallowed in their hot lovemaking, tongues plunging, mouths sucking, hearts pounding. It was rich, rich, rich, she felt.

She began to grunt and feel her legs getting that creamy, taken feeling. Purring like a pleased cat, she turned her head to look at the clock. Four minutes had gone!

"Oh, Fred – we've only got six…" she gasped.

"I know, Crystal, I know. Still… lots of time."

"Still – plenty – time. Oh, oh, oh!"

He hugged her tight, most of the feeling going to his prick, gloving in and out of her cunt. Their kisses had been so hot that their lips were raw, reddened, and the nerves temporarily desensitized. It was the same for her. All the luxurious sex feelings were in her breasts and belly as she dragged lasciviously up against his cock.

"I-I – think going," she reported.

"Good, good – have to fin-finish," he managed.

In and out, in and out, with her belly feeling so great that she wanted to float right out into the sky over Manhattan.

Six minutes gone!

"Fred – we – be caught. Oh, Oh, Oh."

"We won't – answer door," he said. "I – hide."

She felt a new shock of horror.

"Fred – I never locked the door – left it open – ajar."

She plunged now as fast as her loins would go, savoring the richness of that fabulous prick. Just a few more plunges – then they'd have to stop. She whimpered as she saw the speeding second hand of her bedside clock.

Seven minutes gone!

"Fred – we've got to stop. STop. Not time – finish."

"Yeah. Yeah."

"Let me up. Let me up!" she cried.

It was desperation time. No matter how good this sex felt, they only had two minutes to make themselves presentable.

Fred would not let her up. Fred held her down and drilled, drilled in ecstasy, murmuring that he had to finish in her cunt or die for it.

"Ah, Fred. Ohhh, God, Fred."

Her own traitorous loins continued to plunge and her every nerve was on fire. Few sexual encounters had made her so hot and eager. Luscious, incredible delights flamed in her belly – and another minute was gone.

She felt a strange feeling she'd never felt before in sex, an utter, complete integration of terror and pleasure in one fusion of wild excitement. In her high, hot condition, she wanted to explode her belly, her body, and disappear in a cloud of pleasure-soaked atoms.

She couldn't disappear, of course. She couldn't get free of Fred, either! He held her down with his weight, hands on her shoulders, eyes bugging out in crazed delight as he drove up the hill in the final stages before orgasm.

They were so hot that their moist bodies were pasted together with sweat. Their bellies, nude, surging, squished out air with obscene, delightful sounds. It felt like his cock had burned through her flesh.

"Fred – ten minutes!" she sobbed.

"I – gonnnnne," he sang.

He locked. His eyes widened. A look of extreme ecstasy suffused his features. "Ohhh, CrystaL – you – fuuucked," he moaned. She felt him jerk and the hot spurts started in her cunt. At the same moment she heard the faint sounds in the other room. Sylvia Ritter had arrived.

Too late! Her own freeze swept up her loins.

"Ung," she gasped. "Got – to…" She gave a hysterical laugh of helplessness.

The sweet, ineffable rush of orgasm took off the top of her head as her belly creamed in extreme pleasure and her cunt began its wild throbs against the hot chunks of male jissum he spurted into her cunt.

"Ahhh, uh uh uh."

"Oh, weeeee," she sighed.

Sylvia came into the room. Her eyes widened and she gave a shriek as she caught the adulterers at the peak moment of climax, her husband seeding the young girl's cunt, while the fucked blonde whined in bitch glory, took the stolen spunk, and reveled in her own hot jerks and throbs of orgasm.

"What's going on here!" screamed Sylvia.

Even through rushes of pleasure, Crystal's eyes filled with misery as she looked at Sylvia. "We – fucking," she admitted, still juicing hotly.

There was no way Crystal could stop her orgasm. She had to grunt and whine and clip on Fred's cock to the ultimate expenditure of her sex treasure. Nor could Fred stop his body processes. He gripped his young female and just let his cock shoot out thick, hot darts of cum until his explosive reservoir had fully emptied, even as his wife stared down at the outrageous scene on the bed.

After the first shriek of agony, Sylvia settled down to deadly menacing words.

"Well, Fred – Well, Crystal. I see you've discovered each other… behind my back!"

"Now, Sylvia," said Fred. "Take it easy."

He pulled off the girl. The juices of sex inundated his still hard, red and fussed-looking prick. There were ropes of sperm on his grayed pubic hairs and a wet smear on his lower belly. Crystal's luscious abdomen also simmered with the warm gloss of the finished lovemaking.

Sylvia glowered at Fred, her face writhing into a bitch fury.

"You sonofabitch!" she cried. "I'll kill you."

She started for him. Fred gave an inarticulate cry, leaped from the bed, and fled to the other room, followed by Sylvia shrieking and clawing at him.

Crystal lay as she had been left, her body positively glowing from the rich return to the happy world of sex. Her spirits sank into the blackest gloom. She had really torn it now. She genuinely liked Sylvia – the fact that Sylvia cheated did not excuse her. She had also ruined the one best chance she had to work a deft computer game to win the money she needed so badly.

She would have to face Sylvia. She knew it. She lay there listening to the sounds of verbal combat from the other room. Presently they quieted. She continued to lay in her discovered bed of adultery without moving. Nothing, nothing at all, came into her mind as something that she could offer to Sylvia.

At last it was quiet in the other room. Long minutes went by. For a while she hoped that the two would fight it out and leave so she wouldn't have to face Sylvia. But that was too much to expect. She heard murmurs. Once she thought she heard a low laugh, but that was impossible.

She closed her eyes, folded her arms, and rocked herself in silent misery. Her hot little cunt had finally done her a great deal of harm…

She opened her eyes. Sylvia stood at the side of the bed. Sylvia was stark naked!

"Suh – Sylvia!" Crystal gasped.

"Well, now, dear. You really had your fun with my husband's cock, didn't you?"

"I thought you might have a very hot little cunt," said Sylvia. Her eyes glittered and there was a menace in her look. Even a dark, savage amusement.

Crystal couldn't help staring at Sylvia's nude body. The woman was much better looking than she'd imagined from seeing her in clothes. Her face had the sexual intensity, enhanced by the nudity. Her breasts were small but well-shaped and her nipples were very, very hard. Her skin was almost flawless, her belly firm, and her cunt a startling pink under dark pubic hairs. Her thighs and legs were elegant.