Paul and Melissa are friends from church who make a big mistake.
He was in deep deep trouble. His young female co-worker sat on her desk in front of him, skirt bunched up around her hips, legs spread, and her rainbow horizontal striped cotton panties dangling from her left ankle. His rock hard dick was slick from her juices and buried inside her near virgin tightness tingling on his frenulum and throbbing hotly as he tried desperately to hold back his load. They were making eye contact, her hands on his ass holding him in place, when he warned her that he was going to cum.
“Your pussy feels so good!”
“You gonna cum?” she mewed. “That's it, I want that load deep in my pussy.” she squeezed him with her pelvic floor muscles. He groaned as he pulled back an inch and slammed himself fully back inside of her. “Does this tight, wet pussy feel good wrapped around your cock?”
“Fuck, yes!” he bellowed as he felt his dick press against her cervix.
“Does it feel good on the tip of your dick?” she moaned.
“So good, baby! You’re making me cum.”
“I want your cum. I want you to blow that load all inside me, Daddy!”
“Oh, fuck!” he pulled back till just the tip of his dick was at her opening and then jammed himself as deep as he could go in her again, the tingling sensation on the glans of his dick then quickly spread throughout him, his balls cramping and sending hot white semen racing through his dick. As he spat cum from his piss slit, he felt her cervix satisfyingly bump against him again.
“I feel your cock flexing in me!” she moaned, “Let's get all that cum out.”
“Fuck!”, his balls cramped and sent another milky rope rocketing through his cock, “I’m still cumming!”, he grunted as yet another teaspoon of baby batter was injected inter her most sacred space.
Realizing he was fertilizing her nubile pussy he could only give her a half hearted apology, “Oh fuck, I’m sorry.”
She smiled wickedly. “You gave me what I wanted,” she reached between them and stroked his balls. “Got more in there for me?”
He was suddenly very aware of his chest being wet. Groggily, he began waking from a dream that was way too real. Damnit, he thought, not again. He felt his dick still rock hard and throbbing. Like a snake looking for prey. He got up, and began his day two hours before he wanted to.
Paul lived in a rural state and made the trip back to the big city every two months and stayed a week as part of his employment contract. The office was located adjacent to a college campus and from his desk he was treated to cornucopia of nubile late teenage/early 20 something girls walked or jogged by him daily. Paul was married, was 40 years old, had kids of his own, and was in all regards a happy man. Thank the lord he was only subjected to the “ass parade”, as he and one of his co-workers referred to it as, for a week at a time. By the end of his week in office he was ready to pound nails with his dick, and his wife was going to be his nail when he got home. In the meantime he jerked his meat at night in his hotel room to keep him from going crazy.
He wrapped up his work on a Saturday evening and spent his last night fitfully sleeping in his lonely room. The ass parade was not as prominent on Saturdays, so his urgency was less. This particular week had been busier than normal, most of the nights were late nights and he would collapse in bed after getting back to his room and fall asleep. He hadn't jerked it that much at all that week and the dreams he was having were proof of his frustration.
Paul's Sunday morning routine was to do his daily exercise regimen, shower, trim his beard, put on his church clothes and head over to the church he attended while in town. It was the church his family attended when they had lived in the big city. He knew tons of people there still and it was great to visit with them before leaving for his home. On this particular Sunday one of his female friends, Melissa, a late thirties/early forties mother of two was looking rather shaken. She was attractive with tight brunette curls with natural blonde highlights, wide hips that made for a killer ass. She was in a partially shear top, and skinny jeans which were helping her have a great “ass” day. Her kids were in the church day care, but her husband, Henry, was no where to be seen. Paul flagged her down and outright asked her what was up. He knew that her marriage had been falling apart. Henry had turned into a drunk, not an abusive drunk, she didn't need saving, but he was unreliable and a horrific liar. Henry hadn't been in the house for over 2 years, but in recent months had been making a go of turning his life around. Melissa had caught him drunk again, getting ready to drive the kids back to his parents house that week and Henry had disappeared from her life again. She was hurt, scared, and pissed all at once.
They had been speaking in the vestibule between the sanctuary and the patio outside, she gave a conspiratorial glance around and suddenly Melissa grabbed Paul's hand and led him outside. The service started while they chatted outside and the stream of people that had been passing them to enter the service turned into a trickle, then completely disappeared. It was then that Paul asked her if she wanted to go somewhere and sit down. She nodded and they started walking towards the cafeteria. As they were passing a family restroom, she took his hand again and pulled him inside it with her. She shut and locked the door.
“Melissa, what's going on?” he asked her.
“I'm so freaking angry at Henry,” she said. While she talked she opened up the button on her pants, unzipped them and then reached in them to open them up and pull down her panties to reveal a shaved heart in the pubes just above her mound, while simultaneously holding up her shirt to show off a washboard flat stomach. “I have spent a lot of time keeping this body tight, and the last time I got some penis was when Obama was president. I was going to put it on him like I have never done before and invite him to stay the night and he pulled this crap on me!”
Paul was staring at her midriff and pubes slack jawed. She smirked, “Yah like what ya see there, buddy?”
Paul fumbled over his words, “Uh, M-Melissa, I don't think. . . ” His dick was suddenly very hard.
Melissa turned around, bent over the sink slightly and shimmied her pants and panties down her thighs. She spread her legs just wide enough for her to snake her fingers between her legs and part her pussy lips to show it to him. Her outer lips were puffy and creamy like the rest of her skin and her inner lips were hot, pink, and glistening with moisture. When she opened her inner lips there was no obvious hole to be seen, just an endless expanse of tight pinkness.
“Paul, I'm horny. So horny that I'm leaking. I need just a little penis to tide me over.” She was in fact leaking. As she held herself open Paul watched a long stream of her juice drip out of her and onto her panties. His cock was throbbing and bulging in his pants and since he had not jerked off in nearly a week his need was great to blow a load. He started to rip himself out of his pants and open his shirt. She also kicked off her shoes and got out of pants and panties. Just as she freed herself from them he was spinning her around and lifting her onto the sink counter top so he could face her while they fucked.
“Just give me the tip. That's all I need,” she moaned softly. His cock was rigid and as he got her into position it slapped her pubic hair heart. He was leaking his own fluid and it left a dollop on her pubes and trailed a line of sticky goo when she grabbed him and jerked him a bit then positioned him at here entrance. He gave a push and when his cock didn't immediately disappear into her he applied a little more pressure. His head popped in which caused her to gasp and him to growl.
“Somebody's bigger than my husband,” Melissa cooed as she looked Paul in the eyes.
“It's so tight,” is all Paul could work out of his mouth. The feeling was like none he'd had before. He wanted so badly to keep pushing, but she had said just the tip. Her pussy was not just tight, it was also very very hungry and it began munching on the head of the invader.
“Oh, fuck, Melissa,” he moaned when he felt her pussy eating his dickhead.
“You like that? Does it feel good in there?” she breathlessly whispered. She wrapped her legs around his ass and began to pull him closer to her.
“Yes,” was all he could muster because he had a very real problem. He was feeling that all too familiar tingling on his frenulum. He was going to blow soon.
“Come closer, I want to kiss you.” He obliged her and he leaned in to give her a wet, tongue filled kiss, and as he did, he sank his dick all the way into the back of her pussy, bumping her cervix just before their lips touched which elicited an excited yip from her.
“That's where it feels best,” she said, “all the way in the back.” She wrapped one hand behind his head and pulled him in for a very passionate kiss and her other hand dropped down and gently massaged his balls.
He lost his mind. His glans was pressed against her cervix, his balls were being massaged by her, and her pussy was munching on his dick. He grabbed her hips and started pulling himself into her as hard as he could. He was suddenly a jack hammer as his dick started jumping and his balls released a near weeks worth of cum.
“Melissa! You are making me cum!” he grunted as his dick assailed her cervix over and over again. One final push in and he held himself still, the tip of his dick pressed firmly against her cervix. His cock lengthened and his balls sent hot sperm rushing through his shaft in long silvery jets to be shot out his slit and to splash all over her pussy walls. His cock twitched and jumped with each successive spurt. He grunted and groaned as his orgasm peeked.
“That's it baby, cum deep in me! Oh my God, yes! I can feel it!” she cooed while she continued to massage his nuts. He kept stabbing her cervix as his baby batter started splashing across it in long milky ropes. “That's it, let's get it all out.”