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I’ll tell you about the first time I cheated on my wife. Please read my profile for some context for my views on love and sex. I loved my wife then and, fifteen years later, I love her still. I’ve never wanted to spend my life with anyone else. That doesn’t mean I haven’t taken opportunities or shared moments with other people, though…. On with the story.
I spent some time in the military, just after my wife and I had our first c***d and were married. My first duty station was overseas, and we moved there when my son was just a baby. At the time of this story, we’d been there for about a year and been married just a bit longer. I was in uniform and my wife also worked full-time on base, so our son spent his days at the c***d care center there. The subject of this story, April, was an assistant caregiver for his age group and the daughter of one of the officers I worked for.
April was eighteen in the summer during which this story takes place. She had just graduated high school and was ready to head for college in the fall. April was a very pretty girl. Like so many military k**s, she was of mixed race… white dad and Cambodian mom. I was immediately attracted to her dark skin and tilted brown eyes, straight black hair and slim physique. She wasn’t too skinny, but very slim. At 5’6”, she was a couple of inches shorter than me and I’ve always preferred shorter women. There was also obviously a forbidden fruit element with her, since her dad was in my chain of command, but I really hadn’t thought of her as more than a pretty girl until we had a command picnic that summer….
At the picnic, which took place at the base pool, April was in an orange two-piece bathing suit, which really stood out on her dark skin and brought the whole picture together: perfect ass, small breasts perfectly suited to her slim body, and slender, athletic legs. She had recently cut her long hair off at the chin (probably trying to look more mature for college), and it really highlighted her shoulders and long neck. I wouldn’t think of her the same way again. She was a huge contrast to my wife, who was also short, but white and curvy, and I spent a lot of time wondering how THAT would feel….
One evening later that summer, I went on base to get gas. It was dark as I headed back home and passed the base c***d care center. As I approached, I noticed that some of the lights at one end of the building were on, which was definitely odd considering the time of day. Driving past, I noticed a couple of teen-aged k**s leaving through one of the side doors. I decided to go inside and check it out, pulled into the parking lot and headed for the door I’d seen the previous two k**s exit through. As I got close, it opened again and two high-school-aged boys emerged. The first saw me standing there and exclaimed “Oh, shit,” then they both bolted. I grabbed the door before it closed behind them and proceeded inside, my interest piqued.
The light was coming from the room just inside and to the left. I stepped into the room (which was apparently a staff break area of some sort), to find April, one other boy, and another girl standing around a table littered with several beer cans and other items. The boy was clearly rolling cigarettes of a less-than-legal nature, and all three turned to look at me. They all looked like deer in the headlights, but April gasped when she recognized me and stammered… “Oh, my God.”
I glared at the three of them, then spoke to the other two: “I don’t know you and I don’t care about you. Pick that shit up and get out of here.” They scrambled to do as they were told as I turned to April. “You, I need to have a talk with,” was all I said as the others grabbed their contraband and ran like cowards. By the time they left, she was sobbing almost uncontrollably. I was already calculating how to make the best of this situation. “You have the key? You let them all in here for this?” I questioned, accusingly. She nodded, terrified and unable to speak. “Let’s go,” I instructed her.
I stepped out into the hallway again, then stood aside to let her pass. When she followed, I turned off the light behind us and instructed her to lock the outside door. Immediately next-door to the room we’d just left was a cleaning closet with its door open. I could see there were no windows. I turned the light on and motioned her inside, with a “Let’s talk.” She must have considered the oddity of that request and she hesitated a moment, but she had no choices. She meekly entered the small space, shaking. I followed her and shut the door behind us.
As she entered before me, I took note of how good she looked tonight. She was wearing tight black jeans, calf-length black boots, and a dark blue, tight-fitting sleeveless tee-shirt. Once again, her neck looked irresistible and her ass was asking for a squeeze. Now that we were both inside, I took in her flushed cheeks and her body, absolutely trembling now. I concluded that these k**s had been ready to get up to some serious no-good. I needed to gauge how desperate she would be to hide it.
“What the hell are you thinking? This is serious shit,” I said harshly. “u******e drinking? d**gs? What will your father say? What about college? What about your job?” It was a barrage intended to remind her of everything she could fuck up if this came out. Her dad was a senior officer and would be shamed by this, and certainly her job and school would both suffer badly if she were implicated in d**g-related activity.
She replied by bursting into tears, and practically wailing “Oh, my God… I am so screwed.” Yeah, pretty desperate, I’d say. I thought it was time to take a chance. My sense was that April was not as good-girl as she wanted her folks to believe. My wife had heard some rumors around the base, which she shared with me. Not necessarily promiscuity, but not virginal for sure. Tonight’s events had given me a big reason to believe some of it, and I decided to trust my instincts. I was going to take some things from her… but not, I suspected anything she hadn’t already given. Hey, I was a young, fairly attractive twenty-one-year-old. She may not even mind so much.
“April, this is your life you’re messing with… but, maybe we can keep this between the two of us.” I stepped a bit closer as her tears diminished and she looked at me with bright eyes. My offer was completely unexpected and sheer, undeniable hope bloomed on her face. Almost immediately, though, she realized that this wasn’t a get out of jail free card, and she looked at me quizzically, trying to figure out what I meant. It didn’t take her long.
“What are you saying?” she asked me quietly, backing up against the wall of the closet. Her eyes were cornered and terrified, but I thought that there was desire there, too, under the confusion. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps. She glanced past me at the door, but never made a move… whether because she needed my silence or because escape was no longer as high on the list of things she wanted, I didn’t know. I placed my left hand against the wall beside her, leaning into her and putting my right hand on her slender waist. My face was inches from hers. I could smell her perfume and her breath, which smelled like she’d definitely partaken of the beer.
“I guess we’ll have a secret,” I said softly, and moved in. She turned her face away, hesitantly, and I diverted my mouth to begin kissing her gorgeous neck, as I’d always wanted to do. She gasped, sniffled, and began breathing more rapidly, and I worked my way up to suck gently on her earlobe. I stepped into her and used my left hand to turn her face back toward me. Her eyes were still full of confusion, but she wasn’t running, and when I pressed myself against her and she felt the shape of my rigid cock against her, she whimpered softly. I kissed her, opened my mouth and, when she finally reciprocated, began gently making out with her. I loved the feel of this small young woman, totally under my power and trapped against the wall with my tongue in her mouth.
“How far are you willing to go?” I asked after a few minutes. Her crying had subsided, and she was biting her lip nervously, still trying to process our situation. I was only a couple of years older, but almost certainly the oldest man she’d been close to in this way. “I’m not going to hurt you, April,” I promised, and taking her left hand in my right, I placed it on my crotch against my cock. She gasped as she felt me strain beneath her hand, but she began to rub me softly through my jeans, now making her willingness clear. I kissed her again and lifted my left hand to her small breast, caressing her there while my right hand cupped and groped her ass, all the while feeling her hand rubbing me more quickly.
Finally, I decided to take the next step and broke the kiss. She looked down and stared as I unfastened my belt and worked my cock free from my underpants, allowing it to fall into the open. Though not huge, my cock is larger than you’d expect for someone my size, and I heard the sharp intake of her breath when she saw it. “It’s so big,” she said softly, and I knew she was interested in what came next. I brought my hands to her shoulders, gently pushing down.
She took the hint and, as she slowly got down on her knees in front of me, the wonder in her eyes was more than a little exciting for me. I rested my hand on her head and gently stroked her black hair while she began to first gently caress me with her fingertips, then wrap her hand around me and stroke. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my head, and before long I couldn’t resist any longer. I moved in toward her mouth, indicating that I wanted more. She bit her lip once more and then took me into her mouth, working the head of me with her lips and tongue for a moment before taking increasing amounts of my length into her mouth.
It wasn’t long until I was inches deep in her mouth with each bob of her head. My fingers were now buried in her hair, and she was increasingly yielding control to me. She wasn’t terribly experienced at this and her technique left a bit to be desired, but I was getting off on the sheer idea of it… of her. Before long, I was fucking her mouth, guiding her head with my hands as she moaned with her own arousal.
After a few minutes of this, I knew I needed a break. I pulled out of her mouth, and she looked up at me expectantly. God, she was gorgeous… and the look of total submission and desire on her face was a beautiful thing. I used my hands, still on her head, to pull her upward. She stood, and I pulled her shirt over the top of her head and off. I was entranced by the gentle curve of her hips to her waist, proceeding up to her breasts (currently concealed behind a black bra). I went to my knees and began to kiss her stomach, occasionally probing her belly-button with my tongue. She removed her own bra, and I explored her upper body with my mouth, standing back up to kiss, then gently suck her left nipple, while my left hand stroked and pinched her right. Her hands were now in my hair, and she gasped softly, “Oh, God…. Oh, God.”
Ready for the next step, I looked about the room and saw a set of shelves, about waist high, of cleaning equipment and materials. I backed her up to it, kissing her and working her breasts the whole way. Then, I turned her around and, kissing her upper back and shoulders, reached around to unbutton her pants and push them down, along with her panties. She exhaled, a soft “ooooooohhhhh” as I touched her beneath her waistline and uncovered her. She kicked off her boots and stepped out of her bottoms, and I gently pulled her waist toward me with my left hand while pushing forward on her right shoulder with my other. She followed my lead and bent forward, resting her hands on the shelves to support her weight. I doubted another man had ever taken over with her in this way, and her quivering body and anticipating whimpers seemed to confirm my suspicions.
Once again, I went to my knees, this time bound for a place I hoped she’d never been touched. She turned to look over her shoulder, eyes questioning and needy, and started a question… “Wha…?” I interrupted her by spreading her cheeks and gently caressing her asshole with my tongue. “Oh, God!” she squealed, arching her back, and then lost herself in moaning as I continued to lick, suck and probe her. The gratification of knowing she was experiencing new pleasure under my control was exhilarating, and I spent long enough down there to do a thorough job.
I resumed my feet, kissing first her ass, then her back and shoulders, all the way up her body. I then reached down to gently spread her legs. Her moans of pleasure had diminished since I stopped my work on her bottom, but she now started breathing in rapid gasps, knowing what came next. I bent at the knees and positioned my cock beneath her and between her legs, searching gently for what I needed. My head found the moisture of her pussy, and rested against her lips. She whimpered again softly, and I knew she was ready.
Using my hand to keep my cock at the right angle for entry, I pushed forward with my hips, feeling my cock first spread her lips apart and then feeling its head enter her. My presence there was greeted with a long moan…. “uhhhhhhhhh,” and I waited for a moment before slowly burying my length inside of her. She felt amazing and different, as it always does with someone new in that hard-to-quantify way. Maybe it was tighter than my wife, but what I knew is that she seemed to grasp my cock all along its length and pull me in. We seemed totally connected to one another. To my surprise, she came with my first stroke, crying out and clenching her ass and pussy, thrusting back against me. I almost came myself with the exhilaration of it, but managed to slowly withdraw inch by inch, drawing out her orgasm into a long moan until only my head remained inside of her.
This is the moment, the defining image for me of my evening with April. She has totally given herself to me. I am inside of her, her ass presented to me, and I can admire the entire back side of her. Her body is covered with a sheen of sweat and she’s trembling, writhing with the sensation. I can smell her sweat and her pussy and we’re ready for the beginning of the end of the experience.
I put my hands on her waist and began to fuck her in long, slow strokes, and she began to moan again in time with my movements. It built quickly and, in only a moment, I was leaned forward, left hand on her shoulder, pulling her entire body toward me with each thrust. She had pushed backward, and now was bent almost double. Her hands were still on the shelf, but her arms were fully extended with her head hanging between them. She was thrusting back into me as I pistoned forward into her, now truly just fucking each other hard. Realizing that I was close to climax, I breathlessly asked her “April, are you on the pill?”
Knowing what the question meant, she cried “YES! YES!” and began to come once more, her entire body tensing, then shuddering violently, her moans descending into wails of pleasure as I abandoned technique for pleasure. I forced her forward to stand partially upright once more, so that I could reach past her to place my own hands against the wall for leverage. Her forehead was against the wall and I was up on her as far as I could be, my head just behind hers, grunting, losing myself in the end of it. I began to come myself, and I slammed into her, cried out along with her. Her face had turned to the left, right cheek pressed against the wall, and my face was in the back of her neck as I ejected my orgasm into her. It was the most intense of my life and seemed to last for minutes. The shaking of her own body, and her descending cries, moans, and whimpers, lasted just as long.
I lifted my head and she leaned to her right, turning as far back as she could to look for me. I began to kiss her savagely, still joined with her below, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. She moved forward, releasing my cock abruptly, and both of us groaned with the sensation. She turned to rest against the wall, pulling me in for another thorough kiss. We were both speechless and this was clearly the only way we could communicate what we felt.
After a moment, that also ended, and I hung my head to rest on her shoulder. I noticed, looking down the front of her body, that my cock had left whimsical trails of semen on her crotch during our post-coital make-put session. She had found her voice now, and was simply murmuring “Holyshitohmygodholyshit.” I don’t know that I’ve ever felt better about a performance. “April, you were amazing,” was all I could muster. She pulled slightly back and I lifted my head to look at her. She put her hand on the back of my head, looked me in the eyes, and laughingly said “I think I love you. I don’t want to marry you or anything, but Jesus Christ….”
I laughed along with her, we separated ourselves, cleaned our own bodies and the place, and I drove her home. We told her dad a story about her friends having car trouble, and me happening to come along and take custody of her, as I knew he’d want me to do. He seemed to accept everything, and I risked a glance for one more look at her standing behind him. She bit her lip in that way of hers, a smile on her face, then ran up the stairs to disappear for the evening. “Thanks for the ride!”
Her dad shook my hand once more, and said “Thanks for taking care of her for me.” I nearly lost control and burst out laughing, but I converted my mirth into a friendly smile, and replied “I was glad to do it.” I chuckled all the way to the car and half-way back home before realizing that I needed a valid explanation for my wife. This had been one long fucking trip to the gas station.
I spent some time in the military, just after my wife and I had our first c***d and were married. My first duty station was overseas, and we moved there when my son was just a baby. At the time of this story, we’d been there for about a year and been married just a bit longer. I was in uniform and my wife also worked full-time on base, so our son spent his days at the c***d care center there. The subject of this story, April, was an assistant caregiver for his age group and the daughter of one of the officers I worked for.
April was eighteen in the summer during which this story takes place. She had just graduated high school and was ready to head for college in the fall. April was a very pretty girl. Like so many military k**s, she was of mixed race… white dad and Cambodian mom. I was immediately attracted to her dark skin and tilted brown eyes, straight black hair and slim physique. She wasn’t too skinny, but very slim. At 5’6”, she was a couple of inches shorter than me and I’ve always preferred shorter women. There was also obviously a forbidden fruit element with her, since her dad was in my chain of command, but I really hadn’t thought of her as more than a pretty girl until we had a command picnic that summer….
At the picnic, which took place at the base pool, April was in an orange two-piece bathing suit, which really stood out on her dark skin and brought the whole picture together: perfect ass, small breasts perfectly suited to her slim body, and slender, athletic legs. She had recently cut her long hair off at the chin (probably trying to look more mature for college), and it really highlighted her shoulders and long neck. I wouldn’t think of her the same way again. She was a huge contrast to my wife, who was also short, but white and curvy, and I spent a lot of time wondering how THAT would feel….
One evening later that summer, I went on base to get gas. It was dark as I headed back home and passed the base c***d care center. As I approached, I noticed that some of the lights at one end of the building were on, which was definitely odd considering the time of day. Driving past, I noticed a couple of teen-aged k**s leaving through one of the side doors. I decided to go inside and check it out, pulled into the parking lot and headed for the door I’d seen the previous two k**s exit through. As I got close, it opened again and two high-school-aged boys emerged. The first saw me standing there and exclaimed “Oh, shit,” then they both bolted. I grabbed the door before it closed behind them and proceeded inside, my interest piqued.
The light was coming from the room just inside and to the left. I stepped into the room (which was apparently a staff break area of some sort), to find April, one other boy, and another girl standing around a table littered with several beer cans and other items. The boy was clearly rolling cigarettes of a less-than-legal nature, and all three turned to look at me. They all looked like deer in the headlights, but April gasped when she recognized me and stammered… “Oh, my God.”
I glared at the three of them, then spoke to the other two: “I don’t know you and I don’t care about you. Pick that shit up and get out of here.” They scrambled to do as they were told as I turned to April. “You, I need to have a talk with,” was all I said as the others grabbed their contraband and ran like cowards. By the time they left, she was sobbing almost uncontrollably. I was already calculating how to make the best of this situation. “You have the key? You let them all in here for this?” I questioned, accusingly. She nodded, terrified and unable to speak. “Let’s go,” I instructed her.
I stepped out into the hallway again, then stood aside to let her pass. When she followed, I turned off the light behind us and instructed her to lock the outside door. Immediately next-door to the room we’d just left was a cleaning closet with its door open. I could see there were no windows. I turned the light on and motioned her inside, with a “Let’s talk.” She must have considered the oddity of that request and she hesitated a moment, but she had no choices. She meekly entered the small space, shaking. I followed her and shut the door behind us.
As she entered before me, I took note of how good she looked tonight. She was wearing tight black jeans, calf-length black boots, and a dark blue, tight-fitting sleeveless tee-shirt. Once again, her neck looked irresistible and her ass was asking for a squeeze. Now that we were both inside, I took in her flushed cheeks and her body, absolutely trembling now. I concluded that these k**s had been ready to get up to some serious no-good. I needed to gauge how desperate she would be to hide it.
“What the hell are you thinking? This is serious shit,” I said harshly. “u******e drinking? d**gs? What will your father say? What about college? What about your job?” It was a barrage intended to remind her of everything she could fuck up if this came out. Her dad was a senior officer and would be shamed by this, and certainly her job and school would both suffer badly if she were implicated in d**g-related activity.
She replied by bursting into tears, and practically wailing “Oh, my God… I am so screwed.” Yeah, pretty desperate, I’d say. I thought it was time to take a chance. My sense was that April was not as good-girl as she wanted her folks to believe. My wife had heard some rumors around the base, which she shared with me. Not necessarily promiscuity, but not virginal for sure. Tonight’s events had given me a big reason to believe some of it, and I decided to trust my instincts. I was going to take some things from her… but not, I suspected anything she hadn’t already given. Hey, I was a young, fairly attractive twenty-one-year-old. She may not even mind so much.
“April, this is your life you’re messing with… but, maybe we can keep this between the two of us.” I stepped a bit closer as her tears diminished and she looked at me with bright eyes. My offer was completely unexpected and sheer, undeniable hope bloomed on her face. Almost immediately, though, she realized that this wasn’t a get out of jail free card, and she looked at me quizzically, trying to figure out what I meant. It didn’t take her long.
“What are you saying?” she asked me quietly, backing up against the wall of the closet. Her eyes were cornered and terrified, but I thought that there was desire there, too, under the confusion. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps. She glanced past me at the door, but never made a move… whether because she needed my silence or because escape was no longer as high on the list of things she wanted, I didn’t know. I placed my left hand against the wall beside her, leaning into her and putting my right hand on her slender waist. My face was inches from hers. I could smell her perfume and her breath, which smelled like she’d definitely partaken of the beer.
“I guess we’ll have a secret,” I said softly, and moved in. She turned her face away, hesitantly, and I diverted my mouth to begin kissing her gorgeous neck, as I’d always wanted to do. She gasped, sniffled, and began breathing more rapidly, and I worked my way up to suck gently on her earlobe. I stepped into her and used my left hand to turn her face back toward me. Her eyes were still full of confusion, but she wasn’t running, and when I pressed myself against her and she felt the shape of my rigid cock against her, she whimpered softly. I kissed her, opened my mouth and, when she finally reciprocated, began gently making out with her. I loved the feel of this small young woman, totally under my power and trapped against the wall with my tongue in her mouth.
“How far are you willing to go?” I asked after a few minutes. Her crying had subsided, and she was biting her lip nervously, still trying to process our situation. I was only a couple of years older, but almost certainly the oldest man she’d been close to in this way. “I’m not going to hurt you, April,” I promised, and taking her left hand in my right, I placed it on my crotch against my cock. She gasped as she felt me strain beneath her hand, but she began to rub me softly through my jeans, now making her willingness clear. I kissed her again and lifted my left hand to her small breast, caressing her there while my right hand cupped and groped her ass, all the while feeling her hand rubbing me more quickly.
Finally, I decided to take the next step and broke the kiss. She looked down and stared as I unfastened my belt and worked my cock free from my underpants, allowing it to fall into the open. Though not huge, my cock is larger than you’d expect for someone my size, and I heard the sharp intake of her breath when she saw it. “It’s so big,” she said softly, and I knew she was interested in what came next. I brought my hands to her shoulders, gently pushing down.
She took the hint and, as she slowly got down on her knees in front of me, the wonder in her eyes was more than a little exciting for me. I rested my hand on her head and gently stroked her black hair while she began to first gently caress me with her fingertips, then wrap her hand around me and stroke. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my head, and before long I couldn’t resist any longer. I moved in toward her mouth, indicating that I wanted more. She bit her lip once more and then took me into her mouth, working the head of me with her lips and tongue for a moment before taking increasing amounts of my length into her mouth.
It wasn’t long until I was inches deep in her mouth with each bob of her head. My fingers were now buried in her hair, and she was increasingly yielding control to me. She wasn’t terribly experienced at this and her technique left a bit to be desired, but I was getting off on the sheer idea of it… of her. Before long, I was fucking her mouth, guiding her head with my hands as she moaned with her own arousal.
After a few minutes of this, I knew I needed a break. I pulled out of her mouth, and she looked up at me expectantly. God, she was gorgeous… and the look of total submission and desire on her face was a beautiful thing. I used my hands, still on her head, to pull her upward. She stood, and I pulled her shirt over the top of her head and off. I was entranced by the gentle curve of her hips to her waist, proceeding up to her breasts (currently concealed behind a black bra). I went to my knees and began to kiss her stomach, occasionally probing her belly-button with my tongue. She removed her own bra, and I explored her upper body with my mouth, standing back up to kiss, then gently suck her left nipple, while my left hand stroked and pinched her right. Her hands were now in my hair, and she gasped softly, “Oh, God…. Oh, God.”
Ready for the next step, I looked about the room and saw a set of shelves, about waist high, of cleaning equipment and materials. I backed her up to it, kissing her and working her breasts the whole way. Then, I turned her around and, kissing her upper back and shoulders, reached around to unbutton her pants and push them down, along with her panties. She exhaled, a soft “ooooooohhhhh” as I touched her beneath her waistline and uncovered her. She kicked off her boots and stepped out of her bottoms, and I gently pulled her waist toward me with my left hand while pushing forward on her right shoulder with my other. She followed my lead and bent forward, resting her hands on the shelves to support her weight. I doubted another man had ever taken over with her in this way, and her quivering body and anticipating whimpers seemed to confirm my suspicions.
Once again, I went to my knees, this time bound for a place I hoped she’d never been touched. She turned to look over her shoulder, eyes questioning and needy, and started a question… “Wha…?” I interrupted her by spreading her cheeks and gently caressing her asshole with my tongue. “Oh, God!” she squealed, arching her back, and then lost herself in moaning as I continued to lick, suck and probe her. The gratification of knowing she was experiencing new pleasure under my control was exhilarating, and I spent long enough down there to do a thorough job.
I resumed my feet, kissing first her ass, then her back and shoulders, all the way up her body. I then reached down to gently spread her legs. Her moans of pleasure had diminished since I stopped my work on her bottom, but she now started breathing in rapid gasps, knowing what came next. I bent at the knees and positioned my cock beneath her and between her legs, searching gently for what I needed. My head found the moisture of her pussy, and rested against her lips. She whimpered again softly, and I knew she was ready.
Using my hand to keep my cock at the right angle for entry, I pushed forward with my hips, feeling my cock first spread her lips apart and then feeling its head enter her. My presence there was greeted with a long moan…. “uhhhhhhhhh,” and I waited for a moment before slowly burying my length inside of her. She felt amazing and different, as it always does with someone new in that hard-to-quantify way. Maybe it was tighter than my wife, but what I knew is that she seemed to grasp my cock all along its length and pull me in. We seemed totally connected to one another. To my surprise, she came with my first stroke, crying out and clenching her ass and pussy, thrusting back against me. I almost came myself with the exhilaration of it, but managed to slowly withdraw inch by inch, drawing out her orgasm into a long moan until only my head remained inside of her.
This is the moment, the defining image for me of my evening with April. She has totally given herself to me. I am inside of her, her ass presented to me, and I can admire the entire back side of her. Her body is covered with a sheen of sweat and she’s trembling, writhing with the sensation. I can smell her sweat and her pussy and we’re ready for the beginning of the end of the experience.
I put my hands on her waist and began to fuck her in long, slow strokes, and she began to moan again in time with my movements. It built quickly and, in only a moment, I was leaned forward, left hand on her shoulder, pulling her entire body toward me with each thrust. She had pushed backward, and now was bent almost double. Her hands were still on the shelf, but her arms were fully extended with her head hanging between them. She was thrusting back into me as I pistoned forward into her, now truly just fucking each other hard. Realizing that I was close to climax, I breathlessly asked her “April, are you on the pill?”
Knowing what the question meant, she cried “YES! YES!” and began to come once more, her entire body tensing, then shuddering violently, her moans descending into wails of pleasure as I abandoned technique for pleasure. I forced her forward to stand partially upright once more, so that I could reach past her to place my own hands against the wall for leverage. Her forehead was against the wall and I was up on her as far as I could be, my head just behind hers, grunting, losing myself in the end of it. I began to come myself, and I slammed into her, cried out along with her. Her face had turned to the left, right cheek pressed against the wall, and my face was in the back of her neck as I ejected my orgasm into her. It was the most intense of my life and seemed to last for minutes. The shaking of her own body, and her descending cries, moans, and whimpers, lasted just as long.
I lifted my head and she leaned to her right, turning as far back as she could to look for me. I began to kiss her savagely, still joined with her below, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. She moved forward, releasing my cock abruptly, and both of us groaned with the sensation. She turned to rest against the wall, pulling me in for another thorough kiss. We were both speechless and this was clearly the only way we could communicate what we felt.
After a moment, that also ended, and I hung my head to rest on her shoulder. I noticed, looking down the front of her body, that my cock had left whimsical trails of semen on her crotch during our post-coital make-put session. She had found her voice now, and was simply murmuring “Holyshitohmygodholyshit.” I don’t know that I’ve ever felt better about a performance. “April, you were amazing,” was all I could muster. She pulled slightly back and I lifted my head to look at her. She put her hand on the back of my head, looked me in the eyes, and laughingly said “I think I love you. I don’t want to marry you or anything, but Jesus Christ….”
I laughed along with her, we separated ourselves, cleaned our own bodies and the place, and I drove her home. We told her dad a story about her friends having car trouble, and me happening to come along and take custody of her, as I knew he’d want me to do. He seemed to accept everything, and I risked a glance for one more look at her standing behind him. She bit her lip in that way of hers, a smile on her face, then ran up the stairs to disappear for the evening. “Thanks for the ride!”
Her dad shook my hand once more, and said “Thanks for taking care of her for me.” I nearly lost control and burst out laughing, but I converted my mirth into a friendly smile, and replied “I was glad to do it.” I chuckled all the way to the car and half-way back home before realizing that I needed a valid explanation for my wife. This had been one long fucking trip to the gas station.
Maddy
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