Marsha promptly slapped my hands away; emphasising her action with a sharply called “Stop it Paul!”
My disappointment had barely begun to register, when a softer voice added “Let me do it; I don’t want my blouse torn.” I sat back and watched as Marsha unfastened her blouse with the same efficiency that she’d displayed on my jeans; the revelation was more protracted than I would’ve liked but the outcome was all that I’d imagined.
Having opened every button Marsha peeled off her blouse and in the act of finally discarding that, her hands somehow contrived to continue around and unclip her bra in the same movement. When Marsha’s bra fell away and her breasts spilled free I gazed at them in awe and growled out another ‘Oh fuck yessss’
Marsha responded with playful laughter and enquired “Well, were they worth the wait Paul? You’ve taken enough sneaky-peeks at them over the years, I hope you’re not disappointed.”
Anything But! I’d always known Marsha’s tits were bigger than Julie’s, but I hadn’t anticipated them being so full and firm. Marsha’s nipples dwarfed Julies too; those were as hard as pebbles and both they and the surrounding areolae were a deep brown.
I was too entranced to reply or even move. It needed Marsha to grasp my wrists and lift my hands to cup her breasts and having got them there, Marsha rocked forward to press those warm orbs into my face; I did at least manage to find Marsha’s left nipple with my mouth unaided, though immediately feared that I’d been a little too eager in closing my teeth around it when I heard Marsha yelp in response.
My concern proved groundless, an instant later Marsha’s fingers were entwined in my hair and rather than dragging me off, she pulled me even harder against her breasts, all the while while gasping “Yes… Yes… Just like that… and then the other one too.”
I was in heaven, I really couldn’t tell you how long I spent groping and suckling on Marsha’s breasts; but it would’ve been counted in minutes rather than seconds. It was Marsha who interrupted proceedings, when she released her grip on my hair and rocked back upright taking those gorgeous breasts beyond my mouth’s reach before positing:
“I can’t for the life of me imagine how Julie role-plays that for you; her boobs are like a pair of mosquito bites by comparison; Anne’s came from me, but poor Julie’s must’ve arrived from Jim’s side of the family.”
I suspect, that Marsha had eased off or perhaps even stopped riding me whilst I’d been feasting on her tits; though to be honest I’d been so preoccupied with those that I’d not really noticed. I did now though; Marsha began grinding down on me with a vengeance and having fulfilled my ‘Marsha’s tits’ fantasies, I realised that I wouldn’t last much longer.
I’m guessing Marsha sensed that too and an instant later her right hand joined my cock inside her now-liquid snatch. I couldn’t believe the… savagery Marsha employed in fingering her clit while she pitched and bucked atop me, with an ever increasing urgency; observing that performance did nothing to help my own self-control.
I lasted perhaps a further twenty seconds, before roaring out “Oh God I’m coming, you dirty bitch!” and beginning to spew what felt like a gallon of cum into Marsha’s cunt. In that moment Marsha stopped bouncing, but her fingers kept moving; I could feel their knuckles grinding against the base of my cock as she continued to torment her clitoris.
It must’ve worked as barely ten seconds later I felt Marsha’s pussy close like a fleshy vice around my cock, as she recommenced the grinding, bouncing motion and released a keening wail which seemed to last for an eternity. In the moment that ended, Marsha slumped forward and my face was once again buried between her heaving and now sweat-soaked, tits.
I guess we sat like that for a minute or more; I felt the beat of Marsha’s racing heart slowly ease against my cheek as my softening cock slid out of her pussy, accompanied by a melange of my semen and Marsha’s juices. I knew I’d shot my load before Marsha’s climax; it was when I apologised for that faux-pas that she pushed her hands against my shoulders to sit upright again.
“I’m not complaining Paul, you were close enough. Besides… The sooner you’ve climaxed now, the sooner you’ll get it hard again…” Marsha punctuated that statement by very lasciviously circling around her lips with her tongue. “…I’m betting that you’ll last more than long enough the next time around; you’ll probably have rubbed me raw by the end of it.”
As that sank in I glanced at the wall clock and Marsha clearly noticed. “Don’t worry about the time either Paul, I’ve already told you that Jim won’t be home for another hour or more and tomorrow afternoon Jim’s playing golf… I think we should make full use of your don’t ask/don’t tell weekend, we don’t know when there’ll be another.”
It was my heart that was racing now, I sensed my cock had begun to twitch just on the strength of Marsha’s words… Well, perhaps the promise of those licked-lips had been a factor too? I sensed that it was past time that I said something and spouted the first thing that came into my head: “If I fuck you raw tonight Marsha, you might not be up to another one tomorrow?”
“Don’t you go worrying about that either Paul. I heard that Julie wouldn’t play ball when you wanted to fuck my bum during that role-play session… Haven’t I already promised you that the real thing is going to be better than any fantasy?”
I was gobsmacked! “Do… Do you do anal?”
“I haven’t, but then I gather that you’ve never fucked a girl in there either?… So, how about we discover that one together?”
While I still wanted to feel Marsha’s lips around my cock, I no longer actually needed it; my cock was already as hard as a steel bar and pressing against the inside of her thigh. I guess Marsha felt the same as just a few seconds later she slid off my lap and onto the floor, catching my pussy-slick cock in her hand and steering between her lips as she did so.
Once down on her knees with my cock firmly ensconced in her mouth, Marsha looked up at me with a wicked glint in her eyes. A moment later, in fulfilment of that lascivious promise, I felt Marsha’s tongue begin circulating around the base of my helmet. My response was immediate, sinking my fingers into Marsha’s hair I’d growled “Mmmmmm you’re a dirty bitch Marsha.”
Marsha worked on my cock for perhaps another minute, before rocking back on her haunches with that wicked glint still in her eyes and a matching smile on her lips. “That’s twice you’ve called me a dirty bitch Paul. But I’m a horny bitch as well…” Marsha spun quickly around and looked back over her shoulder to conclude: “So perhaps it’s time for you to fuck me like one?”
I was more than happy to comply with Marsha’s request, that happiness being attested by the speed with which I slid off the chair and onto my own knees; my cock was back in Marsha’s slick cunt within ten seconds! I’d delivered perhaps a half-dozen slow, deep stokes before Marsha again took charge: “Faster! And bloody hard!… Remember, I’m a bitch-in-heat now!”
I wasn’t about to argue, but I did want to make damned sure that I didn’t come first for a second time: The hand gripping Marsha’s left hip went into her hair and pulled back hard, Marsha’s spine was arched and rigid before my next and ferocious stroke ploughed into her. My other hand snaked around to search out Marsha’s clitoris; attacking that with the same savagery I’d earlier seen Marsha employ herself.
The following couple of minutes were explosive: I didn’t actually penetrate Marsha much faster, but I did make it ‘bloody hard!’ and more besides. Driving myself in to Marsha like a madman I punctuated each thrust with a growled expletive or slander, while my left hand held Marsha firmly in place and my right ravaged her clit.
That certainly hit the spot for Marsha, her verbal responses were perhaps even more foul-mouthed and crude than my own and she climaxed — powerfully and loud! – in less than a minute; an orgasm which I marked with a snarled “I’m not done with you yet bitch!” as I continued pounding into her regardless.
I did ease-off when Marsha screamed and shuddered her way through a second orgasm, but only to allow me to transfer those fingers probing at her clit around to her arse. It was a wasted effort, Marsha had retained enough cognisance to squeal ‘Nooooooo!’ and reach back to slap my hand away.
With that incursion disappointingly rejected, my fingers returned to Marsha’s cunt, which both they and my cock recommenced assaulting ever harder and now faster too. I didn’t last much longer, but I did manage to deliver Marsha of a third climax just as I reached my own; I suspect it was my cum hosing into her which tipped Marsha over the edge that time.
We both collapsed to the floor, in a sated, perspiring heap and it was a good two or three minutes before we raised the energy to disentangle ourselves. As we did so, Marsha crooned “Damn that was good, but not a word to anyone Paul; this remains our secret.”
“Don’t worry Marsha, I’m not suicidal; what happened in the kitchen stays in the kitchen.”
“And what happens in my bedroom too I hope? I haven’t changed my mind; just in case that’s what you were thinking.”
Rather than respond, I lifted a questioning eyebrow.
“You fucking me in the bum… I’m going to let you do it, just not today; if I’d surrendered that now, you might not have come around to see me tomorrow… Jim should be gone by midday, but I’ll message you when he’s gone.”
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