I eased open the door gently.

I could see the side of her face, half reflected in the light coming through the bedroom window. Eyes tight shut, as kneeling she rocks gently against the support of her locked arms agianst the bedstead foot.

I saw the sweat on her brow, short brown hair plastered to her forehead, eyes shut, mouth open, breathing hard.

She is naked. Her large, perfectly taut breasts swaying gently in counterbalance to the rythmic thrusting of her hips. The boy is behind her, holding on to her hips like he’s drowning. The squelching noises evidence of her extreme arousal.

The youth begins to pant. Pulling her more firmly against his thrusting body, sinews standing out on his neck, eyes tight shut. She opens her eyes slowly as her orgasm hits, keening softly as the contractions begin. She sees me and gasps sharply, her attention rapidly switching from the groaning youth emptying himself inside her.

She orgasms a second time, as she feels his load fill her, backing up sharply against him, dropping her shoulders to the bed and squirming her hips. Watching me from under her fringe.

“You’re home early” she states.

I waste no time undressing. The boy flees to the bathroom as I turn her over, still panting and slick with sweat. She tries to form words, but they’re lost to a wistful “oh” as I slide inside her, still soaking from the boys efforts.

“Ummm, sloppy seconds is it?”, she asks as we build into a familiar rythm. I don’t answer, intent on my goal, oblivious of her needs. I needn’t have bothered. I’m rewarded in less than a minute by a flood against my thighs and a wretched “unnngh” from her throat.

She gives up all pretence of equal participation, clinging to me as I ride her hard. Her head is thrown back, slitted eyes seeing nothing as she writhes below me, enduring the onslaught. I hear her rasping breath increase in pitch as she exclaims “not again, argggngh” coming hard on my cock as it becomes too much and I empty blindly into her, groaning.


I collapse onto her, gasping like a landed fish. I become acutely aware of just how much liquid has sprayed underneath us as I lay on her, feeling our breathing settle into a steadier rythm.
“I take it you enjoyed the show?” She asks, searching my face. In response, I lower my lips, seeking out a straining nipple. I suck, hearing a distant “bastard” as she arches her breast towards me, cradling my head.

I wait until her breathing quickens, before sliding down her body, nestling between the join of her thighs, nibbling and sucking. In minutes she is lost, straining against me, thrusting impotently until her back arches, hips rise, her leg muscles taught and she groans her orgasm “ungh, unghhh urrrrrgh” ; her chest heaving with the effort as she collapses like an unstrung marionette, eyes closed, mouth slack.

She has never looked so sexy. Her nipples straining for release. Bright flush staining her face, cleavage and inner thighs. Spunk matting her gaping pussy between her still splayed thighs, running from her like a stream and adding to the carnage the sheets had become.

“I think you may need to rescue the situation. You only have one bath. Who is the kid?” I ask.
She opens one eye. “Jealous?”
“Of course not.