Adultery With Jessica: First Encounter - Spin The

It was the absolute wrong thing to do—I suppose writing this will help alleviate some of the guilt I feel for having done it. Self-the****utic, perhaps; it’s likely done more harm than whatever good I thought it would’ve done—but despite all that, I can’t say it wasn’t worth it.

I’m not sure what has always been the appeal for me, but even before I was married I was always attracted to ‘unavailable women’. I use quotations because, to one-degree-or-another, ‘unavailable’ women still seemed somehow attainable on some level. Much of my adult life has been spent developing deep friendships with taken or married women, having those friendships bud into strong attractions—combined with ‘taboo’ sexual frustration, infatuated with the idea of scandal—until, ultimately, something gives away and everyone makes a mistake, or--less interestingly--everyone thinks better of it and quits while they're ahead. I've been involved in adultery, and I've managed to steer-clear. In my experience, consummation is the more painful, but the most fun. At least while it lasts.

The first time was with a married woman named Jessica. We were all friends—her, myself, her husband, and a few others in a close-knit group. They were the only married couple in the band of young 20-something friends, and we often frequented each other’s houses for ‘gatherings’ rife with alcohol and dancing. Among the single of us, we had exchanged partners indiscriminately. It was that kind of group. I had always kept myself out of it, with the exception of the one married woman. It wasn’t a coincidence that the only woman who was unquestionably ‘taken’ was the only woman I became lustfully infatuated with. None of the others were of any particular sexual interest to me—but Jessica; she was incredible.

A curvaceous body, penetrating blue eyes, beautiful face and shoulder length golden hair; I found her stunning. She had remarkable breasts and a round ass that I would perhaps stare too long at from time to time, after a few too many drinks. Yet, despite my best efforts to disguise or limit my staring, she always knew—I’d catch some eye-contact and a knowing smile; during ‘dance sessions’ she would seek me out on the dance floor and, with her husband only a few feet away from us, she would proceed to grind her body against mine; her front against my front, or her back against my front. My unavoidable arousal said everything the both of us needed to know. At the time the only question was how far we would take it.

Our attraction remained much this way over the ensuing weeks. It reached its apex one weekend when the group got together again, at Jessica’s and her husband’s house, where we decided to play a round of ‘spin the bottle’. It was laughable at the time—a room full of adults playing a game that middle-schoolers play—the general consensus was that the game was too innocent to be of particular interest. To raise the stakes, the practice of ‘counting up’ and breaking the previous make-out time was established. A couple would reach across the circle toward one another and kiss until they broke the last kissing couples’ time.

Years later, looking back on it, she and her husband had to be somewhat in on this together. If it were any standard, typical marriage, the two would’ve politely excused themselves from participation. Yet the two of them spun the bottle and kissed others, breaking the previous ‘count up’ record before passing the bottle along to the next person to spin. Between turns, Jessica would peek at me with a slight smile on her face. Whenever her hand touched the bottle before a spin, butterflies would erupt in my stomach. She’d spin—and of course, the bottle would land on someone else from the circle—most often a girl, since the woman to man ratio was in the ladies’ favor. Then the bottle came my way, and I’d spin—and it would land on someone else.

Laughter combined with mounting excitement each time as the group counted up whenever a new couple kissed—“…Sixteen! s*******n! Eighteen! Nineteen!” then the couple would break away and someone else would spin.

I was just about to give up and excuse myself to grab another drink when the bottle came around to Jessica once again. Previously, I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or disappointed that she hadn’t spun the bottle toward me in front of everyone—but I also had to admit that when I spun the bottle, I had tried my best to get it to land on her—and I got the impression she had tried to achieve the same toward me. She also looked incredible; a pink spaghetti strap top that showed her ample cleavage helped keep her cool in the small room made warm with all the bodies within it, and a skin-tight black pair of yoga pants that left little to the imagination with regard to her spectacular ass. The bottle was hers to spin and I felt a cloud of certainty come over me. Smiling, her husband sitting next to her on the floor, she spun the bottle in the circle between us and—just as I feared—the tip of the bottle pointed directly at me.

I barely heard the small crowd of friends around us. Before I knew it, she was crawling toward me, a sultry look in her eye. I could see down the front of her top as she crawled, her two large, delicious breasts jiggled and swayed hypnotically--barely contained by the tight black bra that contained them. It wasn’t just me, there was something different in the attitude of the group this time—an extra degree of tension. Perhaps they had suspected my infatuation with Jessica this whole time, as much as I tried to keep it secret--even from myself. Perhaps they noticed something different in the way Jessica approached her next make-out target. “What’s the record up to?” someone asked, “twenty-something, I think.”

I always remembered that moment. She crawled up to me and our lips abruptly and forcibly locked before our mouths opened and our tongues met. Some others had used tongue, though sparingly or conservatively. Hers and mine were gratuitous at the onset. Others had also kissed sitting up; she pushed me down onto my back and straddled me. Within mere seconds it became more than playful kissing, or even playful making-out. It had quickly traversed into something much more intense and real. The counting commenced, it seemed after some brief hesitation from onlookers around us, and it progressed methodically—“One… two… three…” the viewers, bored until it got close to the ‘record time’, droned the first numbers off in a ritualistic monotone. As the numbers rolled on, I felt her large breasts squeezed against me, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her inhaling nostrils, the smell of her hair, the touch of her hands in my hair, the pressure of her hips against my prominent erection.

The seconds ticked-away, but I barely noticed. Our kissing was hot and passionate, fueled by a deep, unspoken need we shared and only now was being abruptly released. The longer we made out, the more powerful the deep well of lust grew within us, and the more incensed our kissing became. We had barely gotten to the count of 10 before our hips began a steady grind against the other.

The counters around us grew more excited as they approached the current record, “Nineteen! Twenty! Twenty-one! Twenty-twwooo…” then, “Twenty-three!” they exclaimed it in anticipation and finality. As if to say, finally! Now they can stop before it gets any more awkward… but it was about to get worse. Neither Jessica or myself seemed interested in stopping. After another hesitant pause, the counting continued, along with some incredulous laughter. “Twenty four! Twenty-five!”

Our kissing and dry-humping became emphatic. The counting had previously been utterly silent to my ears, but now it rang like a bell—with each number that counted up, the growing sensation that this—whatever this was becoming—would continue. Would turn into something else.

“Thirty!”

She was sucking my tongue and grinding against me passionately. It was driving me out of my mind, beyond any rational thought. Under this insane scenario, I was suddenly given exactly what I wanted. In a passionate fit of mounting sexual ferocity, I rolled her over and mounted her. For a brief moment, our lips parted each others—I saw a thin line of spit dangling, tethering our hungry mouths. I quickly leaned down to return my tongue to hers, but not before an abrupt moan escaped her, with a gasped, raspy-sounding “Oh fuck yes!” urgently escaped her throat for all to hear.

Finally, everyone was silent. We were unsure what the looks on their faces might have been, but we didn’t care. On top of her now, her legs wrapped around my driving hips, grinding me against her harder, flattening her against the carpet below us. Her hands ran from the back of my head, her fingers plowing through my hair, to my back—where her fingernails dug into my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt. My one hand squeezed one breast in my palm, while the other wrapped around to the small of her back and squeezing her ass cheek, lifted up off the floor so that she could push her pelvis against my throbbing, growing cock.

The kissing became a wild smacking, sucking and open-mouthed, tongue-wagging loll. Her heels dug into the bottom of my back, our thrusting fell into a steady rhythm, and she began to muffle agitated moans into my open mouth.

“Holy shit…” someone said. “I think these two are going to fuck!” said someone else incredulously.

“Alright, c’mon guys—“ said her husband, nervously, but trying to sound firm. “Let someone else have a turn…”

Hearing him seemed to drive her even more wild. Her hands shot to the crotch of my jeans, her fingers furiously undid my belt buckle, button, and zipper. My fingers went from squeezing her ass cheek to running two fingers firmly up the crack of her ass to the base of her vulva. It felt steaming hot to my touch, and it seemed to gush wetly around my firm depression. She moaned hard into my mouth again, then detached to bite my bottom lip, just as she wrapped her small hand around the width of my cock and squeezed me tight between her thumb and fingers.

“You want to fuck me?” I looked into her eyes; her eyes had become slim, bright-blue hoops around fully dilated black irises.

She began to jerk her hand up and down the length of my still growing cock, staring into my eyes, everyone else in the room completely ignored and forgotten, including her husband. My mind was swimming; it seemed as if logic and reason were clouded by a thick haze. I was remotely aware that this was happening, but my senses--and my overwhelming, ever-mounting need to take her, then and there--overtook all other rational thought. Regardless of the consequences; whatever they were, with her beneath me, pussy welling with dewy pre-cum in anticipation of fucking me, I was incapable of even acknowledging what those consequences might be.

"Yes," was all I could manage to grunt, thrusting my hips against her squeezing palm so that I was sliding the head of my cock right between her legs--spread wide beneath me.

"I want you to fuck me," she repeated, her voice sounded low and breathy; her breasts were rising and falling heavily, I could feel her heartbeat pounding. She was sliding my pants down over my exposed ass with her feet so that she could grip my cock tighter, higher up. "I've wanted you to fuck me for so long..."

I could hear murmuring all around us. I was only remotely aware of them, as single-minded as I was now with Jessica, but later I came to understand that they were all staring at us-- shocked and amazed at what was happening, mouths agape, eyes wide. Some gave nervous glances at Jessica's husband Nate, who looked despondent, but seemed resigned to what was unfolding between his wife and one of his best friends. The fact that no one tried to stop us in any serious way only made me want to go farther, to see if we could go all the way--and wondered where exactly that would be.

"I need to fuck you, Jessica. Oh, god I need you right fucking now!" I groaned.

"Fuck me! Fuck me right here!"

I sat up and stripped off my shirt. In near-choreographed unison Jessica likewise sat up and lifted her pink shirt over her head, her hair spilling out across her neck and shoulders as her top was tossed into the circle which we now found ourselves slowly becoming the center of as our unbelieving friends began to surround us for the show. Clumsy with urgency, we fumbled getting our pants off from around our ankles. My rock hard cock bobbed in the cool air between our bodies, but our eye-contact never broke. Nearly there, she threw her bra off, exposing her beautiful round breasts and succulent, erect nipples-- and then I was once more on top of her, leaning her back down to the floor, our passionate kisses resumed, our writhing bodies now totally naked and clutched in each other's arms.

Her hand returned from stripping off our clothes to grasp my throbbing cock and guided the head of my to her slick, balmy pussy lips. She bucked her hips against me wildly until my head, glistening with precum, was firmly wedged between the lips of her pussy. Her legs once more wrapped firmly around my hips, preventing any chance that I might withdraw away from her--as though I would, even if I could have. The only direction now was forward--to press into her, fill her, and fuck her to my cock's content. Our lips sucked each other's mouths hungrily. I positioned myself for a hard thrust into her by rearing back and then I shoved my hips hard against her. Our lips parted again; trickles of spit once more connecting our open, groaning mouths. Her pussy felt so warm and tight; I felt myself lodge deep within her, but only halfway. She moaned loud and arched her back, pressing her flattened breasts against me as she scratched her fingernails deep into my shoulder blades, pressing he against her body.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" she screamed.

I dug in again, her hot, welcoming pussy drawing me into her with every lunge. Hot pussy juice seemed to well out of her and soak our groins in sticky fluid. She was like an overripe peach, so filled with juice it ran in thick streams down her inner thighs toward their living room carpet below our steadily joining hips.

"Oh god! You're so fucking thick!"

Already beads of sweat began to percolate on my head and trickle their way down through my hair and down my neck. Likewise, small beads of sweat were forming on her face below me. Her eyes darted back and forth from our joining parts to my eyes and back. Her breasts jiggled alluringly with every push. Her body felt so soft and smooth, so hot and sticky. Her face was reddening and her breaths were pouring out like sharp shrieks of pleasure and pain. One hand went behind her head to keep her body from sliding away from me with every push, while the other squeezed her one tit, its flesh bulging between her clenching fingers and knuckles. She stared up at me, eyes round, and bit her rosy bottom lip made tender by our passionate sucking.

"Holy shit, Nate-- He's bangin' your wife!" "This is-- actually pretty hot... Sorry to say, Nate..." "C'mon, man, are you just going to sit there and watch?!"

"I knew this was a bad idea..." we heard Nate say from somewhere behind us. He probably had a straight-on view of my dick crushing her cunt as I plowed hard, repeatedly, over and over again into Jessica--trying desperately to fit my whole cock inside her.

Jessica was losing her mind underneath me. The more I plowed into her, the more her pussy seemed to gush like hot melting butter between us. She must've wanted this as much--if not more--than I had; her cunt was exploding with every thrust. I've always been considered big, 9 1/2 inches, and especially thick for my length-- but seldom had I ever had a woman who had as hard of a time taking me as Jessica was having, while equally orgasmic at attempting to accommodate my size. If a girl was having a hard time, or if it was painful, many would just get scared and give up. Not Jessica. She seemed determined to get me to open up her seemingly unfucked pussy. Afterward, it made me wonder about her and Nate's marriage-- if her pussy was this sensitive, did they ever fuck? And if so, how small could he have been?

"Please-- don't-- stop!" Jessica gasped between breaths. Determined myself, I took her thighs and d****d her legs over my shoulders. Her hips were now 'sat' against mine, her pussy and womb as open as they could be, her ass lifted up off the already soaked carpet below our clenching pelvis'. I heard her shriek in excitement and pleasure as my cock remained firmly wedged within her during this maneuver.

"Ahhh! Don't-- stop! Don't stop!"

"Nuh-uh," I reassured her, almost as a low grunt with my lips against her ear, "I'm not stopping until I fuck your brains out..."

"Oh yes! Yes!"

With that, I began to fuck her hard, jamming my cock deep inside of her. In this new position, it only took two or three thrusts before her cunt was totally spread wide to accommodate my cock. Her encouraging pleas of Yes! Yes! continued past my promise and came with each deep thrust into her cunt. I felt her pussy queef loud into the staring faces behind us as the last bit of escaping air was fucked out of her womb.

Finally, I halted-- briefly, if only to relish the unbelievable feeling of her incredibly tight, hot, soaking wet pussy squeezing the life out of my rock hard dick--firmly planted all the way within her. The swollen head of my veiny cock was throbbing against her cervix. The clenching, swallowing, pulsing lips of her pussy were glued around the circumference of my cock, my tightly-wadded testicles the only part of me that remained outside of her quivering cunt--pressed firmly against the parted lips. I felt her entire body shake uncontrollably against me as she held me close to her. Out sweat felt cold against our skin to the sides of us and against my back-- but between our chests our bodies radiated an intoxicating heat. I began to beat my dick in and out of her pussy ruthlessly--pounding her hard and fast. My sweat dropped down across her breasts and face, contorted in ecstasy.

The stink of our combining fluids permeated the small room. It filled my senses: my nostrils, my mouth-- I could taste it in the air around us. The slapping sound of the flesh of our bodies colliding against each others became loud enough to echo against the room and combined with our grunts, moans and screams into a sex-crazed din. It made me hornier, more insane with lust and maddening need to fill her with my cum. I pounded harder, faster, and her screams stopped taking on a definite beginning or end and became one long, powerful, excited, orgasmic scream of sinful, degenerate pleasure. Her nails dug into my back and her calves bounced against my shoulder blades as I fucked into her mercilessly. Her body was slowly sk**ding across the carpet, inch by inch, until our heads were colliding against the sofa ahead of us. It would likely be where we'd end up.

Fucking the woman I'd lusted after for months-- fucking her finally after wanting to for so long-- hearing her screaming in pain and desire and feeling her tight little pussy ache trying to take me all in-- all of this in front of an audience of our mutual friends who watched it all unfold and have done nothing but stare at us, without trying to stop us-- all of this in front of her own husband, who likewise did nothing to prevent me from giving her wife what I was now convinced was the best fuck of her life-- and certainly the most satisfying of my own up until then-- was having an intoxicating effect on me. We had already gotten this far, and it already felt this good. I wanted to take it further, and make it feel even better.

"I want you to cum for me, Jessica."

"I'm so close, Kevin!"

"I want you to cum so good for me."

"Oh god I'm going to fucking cum!"

"You like my cock?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me."

"Oh fuck Kevin I fucking love your cock!"

"Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me!"

"Fuck me! I want you to cum inside of me!"

"You want my cum?"

"Yes! Every single drop! Fill my pussy with your cum!"

"Oh fuck Jessica, I'm going to fill you with every drop I have!"

I began to thrust into her as fast and as hard as I could. My cock plunged deep into her now completely opened cunt with such ferocity and force that our bodies began to bang repeatedly against the floor, shaking the walls of the small room around us. I felt her biting hungrily against my chin and neck. I felt thick sprays of our lovemaking fluid gushing out into droplets behind our swollen genitals. I felt a deep rooted **** in my stomach and lower back begin to well and hum. I was going to cum. I was going to cum inside of Jessica, and everyone was going to watch. It was going to fill her cunt to the brim, and she was going to writhe beneath me as it flowed into her and moan in pleasure as her husband's friend made made her more of a woman than he ever had.

Her cunt seemed to know this instinctively--something so subtle that it can't be picked up changed. What felt like ferocity before became tame by comparison to the manner in which Jessica and I were fucking now. Our bodies were slapping together in quick succession in repeated, slamming pulses. Jessica began to scream, her throat was dry and hoarse and unbelievably sexy in my ear. I was pounding into her so hard that I was nearly bending her in half-- her legs still d****d over my shoulders, my body pressed flat against her. But she loved every minute of it.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Kevin! Oh fuck I'm fucking cumming!"

"Yes! Cum for me!"

"Oh my god I'm fucking cumming! Oh fuck! Aaahhhhh!"

Her body convulsed and spasmed below me, her legs shook and quiverred involuntarily, spread straight out from my shoulders, each toe outstretched. I felt a hard, abrupt gush of hot cum pouring out against my cock and groin in waves--I continued to pound into her, as my own orgasm was near it's pitch--but crushing her cunt with my dick splashed her pussy juice everywhere all around us. Her screams were unbelievable, I felt them echoing down from the ceiling above us back down into my ears.

Then I felt it. My balls drew even tighter against my body. I was pounding harder, but slower and more deliberate. Her legs were still quivering above my shoulders, but I felt her hands grab the back of my head and lead my face once more to hers. We fell into another passionate kiss, her warm wet mouth sucked my tongue between her lips, as she wedged her hips and her still-cumming cunt upward, thrusting me definitively and forcefully deeper and deeper within her. She wanted me to cum deep inside her pussy.

The walls of her welcoming cunt were milking my long, quivering shaft. I could hardly believe only minutes before she was having trouble accommodating me-- now her hips and cunt moved rhythmically and systematically--drawing my semen out of me with skilled humps and squeezes. I let out a long, meaningful moan into her mouth--she responded by sucking my tongue harder and more forcefully. I was on top of her, and I was the one fucking her, but despite this she seemed intoxicatingly in control of my approaching orgasm.

Her lips broke the kiss with an audible smack. Our open mouths breathed hot air into one another, multiple fine threads of spit quivering with our pulsating, fucking bodies and heavy breaths.

"Kevin! Oh my god please Kevin fill me up! I need your cum inside me!"

And just as she finished saying these words, I involuntarily lunged firmly and abruptly forward, embedding myself deep into her womb, and froze. My entire body was flexed and rigid. The only thing that moved was my rock hard cock, stuck as deep down Jessica's pussy as it could fit, pulsing and rocking as the head of my dick exploded, spraying what felt like a liter of thick, hot, white semen into her. She felt the pressure deep within her and halted her humping and grinding as well, and began to quiver and shake as if with a whole new orgasm of her own. Our mouths quickly found each other's again, sucking and moaning the others lips and tongue in an effort to smooth the intensity of the moment into a moment that lasted an eternity. My dick came and came and came. Afterwards, Jessica told me that her husband said he could see the bulging underside of my cock sliding up and down like the throat of someone swallowing gulp after gulp of water. I was expunging every last ounce of my cum inside of her, and it felt like a d**g-- it was an orgasm out of this world.

Her pussy was so incredibly tight, my cock so huge inside of her, that there wasn't a square-centimeter of extra space inside of her for all my outpouring cum. Her lips parted from mine again, and I felt her exhale hotly against my cheek-- and coo lustfully.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed, this time not as a scream--but as a heavy sigh of unimaginable relief after the frustration and urgency that led us here. "Oh fuck, Kevin-- you fucking filled my pussy..." Our bodies began to relax. The final droplets of my cum were slowly drizzling out of the head of my dick, still hard, but no longer painful to bear, into her--filling her to the brim. She giggled softly, but still hoarsely-- it sounded foreign after our grunts, screams, and moans. "I can feel it pouring out of me..."

My muscles were aching from the strain. I could remain there on top of her for hours, I thought, but we may as well see what was going to happen next. I lowered her legs from my shoulders. The first fell weakly to the floor, so I lowered the second more gingerly. Jessica didn't seem to mind, or even notice. She was still staring at me with that wide, blue-eyed, beautiful blushed-red face with the same passionate, steaming look she had when she was crawling across the 'spin the bottle' circle toward me. Seeing her want me like that made me realize this wasn't going to be over just yet--and another pulse of blood shot through my cock, still inside her.

The carpet below us was soaking wet; it felt as if someone had spilled hot melted butter below us. The entire room smelled powerfully of her cunt. I pulled my hips away from her, and both Jessica and myself both looked down to watch my long, veiny dick slide out of her tight cunt, our hips and bellies smeared a glistening shine with our cum and sweat. The feeling of being suddenly 'unsheathed' from within her sent a shiver through both of us; her and I both shuddered in unison as the bulged head of my cock was pulled out from her with an audible POP, followed by another, heavier and more voluminous waterfall of cum spilling out of her steaming cunt and onto the carpet beneath her quivering thighs.

She moaned softly, contently--aside from which the only other sound was hers and my own panting, heaving breaths. We felt the stares of everyone in the room around us, and could practically locate where her husband sat in a chair somewhere in the room behind me. Everyone was completely still, amazed at what they'd seen, wondering what would happen next.

I looked down at Jessica, who was still staring at me like a foxy a****l in heat, whose itch was only just momentarily scratched, and who seemed to have more in mind. She propped herself up on her elbows, her legs still spread-eagle before me. Her panting mouth dropped suggestively, smirking slightly, as she dropped her eyes to my cock between us, bouncing from the remaining bloodflow that coursed through it. I looked down, too-- and saw many thick, gooey strings of our cum, tethering my cock not just to her pussy lips--but were connected deep within her gaping, wide-open and well-fucked pussy--a fleshy pink. I flexed, and the thick lines of cum that still connected my cock to her womb shook and vibrated in the air between us.

"You said-- you wanted-- every drop?" I said between breaths.

She didn't say anything, but nodded her head, pleadingly.

"You're not going to let all this go to waste, are you?"

She bit her lip and blinked slowly. Her face was still flushed red from the intensity of our fuck-- and the sweat that had formed made her hair look dark and wet as it clung to the contours of of her face, neck and shoulders. Her golden hair on the back of her hair was tousled into a wild, sex-tossed mane from where the back of her head slid and gently beat against the carpet beneath her. Her eyelids and lashes were dark and slightly smeared from the little mascera she applied; very little, her beautiful, striking eyes never needed much accent. Her full, round breasts, nipples rock hard and dilated, raised and lowered in harmony with her husky breathing--bouncing whenever her breaths were uneven or especially heavy. I watched her ruby red lips, gleaming from our spit, and imagined them kissing the head of my cock before she attempted to swallow me whole. My cock jerked again suddenly between us at the thought. I was becoming painfully hard again, mere moments after issuing the single most voluminous explosion of cum into any woman's cunt in my life.

I got to my feet, only wobbling from post-coital weak-knees slightly, and backed up onto the sofa. One of our friends was sitting against the right arm of the couch, and smoothly slid away to go sit elsewhere. I was dimly aware of everyone else, who were all still watching-- some of which, to my surprise, had started making out with each other and making things interesting in various other corners of the room. But one figure in my periphery remained dark and silent. Nate. He stared at his wife, spread eagle on the floor between us. Jessica didn't hesitate a moment, however--much to my satisfaction. As I sat on the couch, her head turned to face me, away from Nate, as she weakly got to her hands-and-knees... her tits hanging like perfect half-globes beneath her, and no doubt her gaping cunt still spilling my thick cum down the backs of her thighs for her husband to view.

Jessica crawled between my spread legs and stood up on her knees before me, arching her back to press her squeezed tits against me. Her eyes, her messy hair, her blushing red cheeks, and her shiny perfect tits positioned in perfect view. Again, the little dimple at the corner of her smirking red lips showed itself as both her hands wrapped around my cock softly and gently. As she gently slid her hand up my dick's length to the head, a thick creamy gob of cum was drawn up at the head from the contents that still remained within the shaft.

"I thought you said you were going to give me everything you had," she finally retorted. "You weren't holding out on me, were you?"

I smiled back at her as she continued to slowly and gently jerk me off in her hands-- her one hand running up and down smoothly along my long shaft--still slick from her cunt juices, while her other hand held me firmly at the base of my dick, above my balls.

"I thought I'd hold a little back-- since you might want a taste after our fuck."

"Mmmm, fucking me so good made me VERY hungry..." she cooed, and without breaking eye contact, pressed her round tits against the underside of my cock. She squeezed them together with her arms on either side. I watched as they bulged beautifully, enveloping the contours of my still-hardening cock. She slowly began to rub her body up and down, sliding my engorged dick between her fleshy tits. It glided between them so effortlessly--due in part to the thick glaze our cum had cast around my cock, and also to the slight glistening of sweat that still coated her shimmering tits. The sight before me was incredible.

I bit my lip and tilted my head back slightly. My balls, and the deeply embedded **** of lust began to churn once again within me. Who would've known this is what the night would become?

"Jesus. These two are fucking a****ls, man..." I heard some of our spectators whispering to one another. The whispering was nearly constant, except when our passion became too intense to ignore. Those who weren't getting down with someone else themselves were left to observe, and a few were commenting on the exploits. They couldn't believe it either. Perhaps as far as they knew, Jessica and Nate were content with one another between the sheets. This night would put a permanent dent in that notion for a long time to come.

Jessica's gorgeous face continued to stare lustfully into my eyes, seemingly relishing the deepening and re-accumulating look of angst within me once again. I could see in her eye that she wanted to get me back to where we had just been. She was determined, and she was fully equipped to accomplish her agenda. In part of my mind, I began to wonder about the future-- all the things our affair might lead us to, what it would mean for her and Nate's marriage, and whether or not she and I were going to continue to indulge in one another after tonight. I thought yes-- but Jessica wouldn't allow my mind to wander too far. Pressure; beautiful pressure that made the blood inside my cock pulse harder and the hair on my head stand on edge as she squeezed my dick between her tits with her arms crossed in front of her, reigning my dick in between her bulging, soft, slick tits.

I groaned long and loud. The b**st within me was welling up once again. To slide her chest up and down the entire length of my long, erect cock, Jessica would slide her body down, then up, rocking emphatically up and down, sitting down on her folded knees before bolting upright to stand straight and erect as tall as she could, still standing upon her knees, arching her back into me. Her eyes were half-lidded in a sensual, bedroom stare that kept me glued to her face, before my gaze would wander down her long, slender, porcelain neck, her slight shoulders, creamy bosom.

"Oh God, Kevin-- I've wanted you for so long. I want you to feed me a nice, big load of your cum."

I groaned again, stretching my legs out and feeling the warm skin of her body against my inner thighs and calves. Her hands cupped the sides of her breasts and squeezed them around my dick-- surrounding it on all sides with her warm, soft tits, fucking me with her sweaty cleavage. She threw her head back, tossing her wet hair away from her face, and looked at me again. I had imagined how she would look as I fucked her so many times, but even my vivid imagination fell short of how incredible she looked. I never dared imagine the look on her face as she titty-fucked me to my heart's content, and seeing the burning look in her eyes filled me with waves of lust that rushed across my body in goosebumps, standing my hair on end and making my muscles tense.

"Oh fuck..." I said, warning. Still, she pumped her body up and down, squeezing the life out of my dick between her beautiful tits, staring me in the eye. I was filled with the overwhelming need to jam the head of my cock deep down her throat and make her eat the cum she was drawing from deep within me. The more I stared at her beautiful, sexy face and saw my cock disappear between her succulent tits, the more urgent it became. I warned her again--

"Oh fuck!"

"Are you going to cum for me, babe?"

"Yes-- Yes, I'm gonna cum!"

She grinned in ecstasy and pumped harder.

"Where do you want to cum?"

"I want to cum in your mouth..."

She let out a long, sexy giggle of pleasure. I was at the brink-- I was about to grab her by the back of her head and jam her lips down my cock when she surprised me by releasing my cock from between her warm tits and wrapped both her small hands around the base of my cock and squeezed it closed. My cock bulged red before her face as she stared at it, her mouth wide open at the head of my strawberry red, swollen cock head. I groaned loud at the pressure, surprise, and pleasureful pain as my body stiffened in an orgasmic purgatory-- stopped at the very moment of ejaculation, and prevented from cumming. I wasn't sure what was happening but finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably thirty or forty-five seconds, my body began to relax-- though my rock-hard cock-- veins engorged from the bloodflow-- remained painfully erect, firmer than I had ever been in my life.

Her grip relaxed around the base of my cock. She firmly pressed the tip of her tongue against the head of my cock-- a sexy smirk on her lips.

"I want you to fill my mouth up like you did my pussy. You can't cum yet..."

Her grip relaxed around the base of my cock, but it didn't go away completely. She slid her hand all the way up, her other hand still protectively guarding the base of my dick in case my ejaculate still lingered hidden within. She slowly and savoringly jerked my dick off against the firm depression of her flattened tongue on the underside of my bulging head. I writhed on the couch, my balls aching with the sudden and unexpected retreat of my previous load. I've had blue-balls before-- the intense need to cum-- but it had never been like this.

She jerked me off slowly against her tongue-- her tongue pressed against the head of my cock, her mouth wide open to receive my massive brewing load. Her tongue began to drool a fine line of spit that ran down the under-length of my pulsing, beating cock and pooled against her other hand, still gently pinching the base of my dick-- before she released and began to cup and massage my painfully swollen testicles in rhythm with her jerking motions.

This was a fine line between bliss and torture-- ecstasy and agony. I could tell she was enjoying her effect upon me because of her wry, dirty smile and lust-filled, hungry eyes.

"Do you want me to suck your dick?"

"Yes."

Her strokes became longer, firmer, and faster-- her little hand barely able to wrap all the way around the thickness of my dick.

"I don't know if I can suck all of you. You're like-- twice as thick and nearly three times longer than I've ever had before..."

My mind was spinning now with previously unimagined urgency to cum. Due to the cut-off orgasm Jessica administered upon me, my dick was more sensitive than I could ever previously remember it being. Just her jerking of my shaft and tonguing of my head was unbearable-- a profound, deep longing that pierced through my body up the middle was growing and filling with a need to cum. I writhed; my knuckles turned white as I clutched the seat cushions of their couch beneath me to maintain my sanity and my composure.

"Oh fuck, Jess..."

"I'll try-- " she said, standing upright upon her knees again to bring her mouth to the very summit of my incredibly, painfully erect cock, and suddenly widening her mouth and forcing me deep to the back of her mouth, where she held me firmly sucked between her cheeks, massaging the underside of my cock with her flattened tongue, and again squeezing the base of my dick with her hand. Then, she began to suck me aggressively with just the interior of her mouth, without bobbing her head-- as she might have sucked half of a freshly unwrapped popsickle. The pressure her mouth was inflicting upon my ultra-sensitive cock was grueling and intense. I was very quickly anticipating-- and also dreading-- the mounting of another orgasm. I needed to cum-- I had to cum!

Still she sucked and sucked, trying to inch down further and further-- but the head of my cock continued to butt against the very back of her mouth. I looked down and saw the top of her head, her downstruck face, her ruby-red lips wrapped firmly halfway around the length of my dick, and her little hand furiously beating the bottom half-length of my dick into her willing, furiously sucking mouth. Her cheeks were depressed with the suction, and I felt my cock within the moist, hot cavern of her mouth, cushioned by her cheeks and loving tongue, spasm in confusion-- as if wondering how it had gone this long without cumming, with so much cum inside it. Between the suction and the pressure mounting within me like Yellowstone, my dick felt engorged and fat.

Still she sucked and sucked, ever trying to force me past the back of her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and sputtered against my cock, sending shivers of unexpected sensation through my body. Then, after trying and failing to deepthroat me-- she slid her mouth away from me.

"God, Kevin! You're fucking huge! I can't fit--" and then, she stuffed her mouth with my thick cock, seemingly humming with stimulation. She bobbed her head back and forth, fucking half of my cock with her beautiful mouth but still sucking me hard and stroking me with her one hand and massaging my balls heavily with her other. She was also began to moan audibly, sounding muffled with her mouth full of my cock. She sucked and bobbed her head and even twisted her neck and tongue within around the circumference of my cock and as she did so, she moaned with increasing force, adding yet another dimension of vibration ringing up through the length of my dick.

She popped my dick out from between her lips-- again those familiar strings of pre-cum connecting her open, currently-being-fucked orifice to my the skin of my dick, and vibrated with her deep inhalations of air and exhaled moans of mounting pleasure.

She sucked me again into her mouth and, with increasing confidence, command, and control, sucked me hard and fast-- though still only half way down the length of my dick, bucking the head of my cock jarringly against the back of her mouth-- moaning ever louder until popping me back out again to blurt loudly:

"Holy fucking shit, Kevin-- I fucking love sucking your huge cock..." She sucked me in again; I squirmed painfully and delightfully beneath her well-oiled and artfully blowing maw. POP! She released me, and continued-- "I think I'm going to cum just from sucking you off," before once again cramming my dick back between her drooling lips.

I was losing my mind in an increasingly mounting fit of insane lust and need. My vision was becoming shaky and the room around us was spinning haphazardly. I felt her mouth firmly enveloped around my rigid dick, and her small soft hand still firmly clutching the base of my cock, still four inches below her lips' lowest descent. I was dimly aware of the hissing and grunting I was emitting, and the rigidity of the rest of my muscles throughout my body as I positioned my hips in such a way to ensure Jessica's complete ease of access to my entire genitalia-- but the need within me was beyond self-awareness at this point. I had only one need.

"Fuck Jess-- this is it, I have to fucking cum right now!"

The urgency in my voice released her lips' grip from around my dick. "Yes! Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes!"

"Where do you want to cum, baby?" She was beating me off hard, mere inches away from her face-- her spit and my pre-cum splashing against her nose, lips, cheeks, chin and neck with every jerk.

"I want to fucking cum inside your mouth."

She abruptly returned my cock into her mouth and continued to suck me hard and fast, beating the rest of my dick off into her mouth as fast as she could-- her little hand was a blur between her clinched lips and her other hand, still wrapped around the base of my cock. Suddenly I knew what was going to happen, but as it occurred to me, the orgasm began to well up within me, ready to burst-- and my arms and legs became numb to do anything but relax and give in--

A release began; it felt to me like the crumbling of a dam under the mighty weight and power of an ocean contained behind its walls. But then, immediately following this sensation-- a painful, clasping grip-- Jessica's both hands were clinched around the base of my cock-- the bottom four inches still outside her lips was beet red with thick, throbbing veins of blood pumping just below the skin leading into Jessica's open lips-- as red as the skin of my dick-- as she barely managed to keep them wrapped around my swollen thickness. Her face, likewise, was heavily blushed and red and her eyes squinted shut as she strangled my cock shut-- holding off the flood of semen I was miliseconds away from ejaculating all over the interior of her sucking mouth. A flash of burning pain filled my groin as my cum-- for the second time-- retreated away from the opening of the floodgates, until the near-orgasm dissolved in a still newly discovered tier of lust, madness, lust, pleasure, and pain. I could distantly hear her own muffled voice moaning loud and long against my cock-- a hollow, throaty sound like a rubber plunger around the bell of a trombone.

I felt blood pounding through my temples and sweat bead out through every pore of my body. I looked down and saw Jessica slowly relax her lips from around the mid-width of my dick. But in her eye was still that slight glimmer, that hint of a sexy grin. Our eyes met and she unsheathed my cock from between her lips-- as thick as a can of soda, as red as a beet, and hard as a cucumber. Precum ran thick down her bottom lip and chin as she released me from her mouth, eyes watery and face nearly as red as my dick.

"Fuck baby--" her voice was hoarse and raspy. "You're so close..."

Everyone was still watching us, and for me-- the moment became eternal. The redness drained out of her forehead, temples and neck as she once again dragged her hot and comforting tongue all the way up the under-length of my engorged, throbbing cock-- and before she could reach the head, she said, "I want you to fuck my mouth like you fucked my pussy before."

The madness took over my entire body at that moment. My balls ached, my cock throbbed, and my entire body shook with adrenaline and the need to finish this. At that moment, I pushed myself up off the couch and stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the crowd-- all of which once again returned their attention to us. Jessica looked up at me, crouched as she was on her knees, worshipping my cock which was hard to the point of nearly pointing completely straight up at the ceiling, with her deep blue eyes begging me to feed her. I grabbed her by her hair on each side of her head and pushed down, making her face straight up. Then I angled my dick toward her lips-- which she parted for me happily. I grabbed her hair on each side of her head between my fingers and forcefully jammed my cock into her mouth and down her throat. It didn't go all the way at first-- and Jessica wretched and I shoved, but I pivoted my hips and held her head firm, then jabbed into her throat once more and then, suddenly, my cock was totally shoved between her lips-- all the way to the base, where her hand had previously squeezed my orgasms shy. I felt droplets of tears cascade down the sides of her cheeks and glide against the base of my palm where I held her head fast in position. I jammed my cock forward again meaningfully, though it couldn't go any deeper. I could hear her sucking air hard through her nostrils and through the corners of her lips, where bubbles of spit and pre-cum sputtered against her cheeks. I felt the head of my cock throbbing deliberately within the tight confines of her narrow throat-- perhaps if I was one of the spectators around us that could see Jessica's profile, I would see that my dick was throbbing near to the base of her neck. I was totally implanted within her esophagus, and the blue eyes that looked up at me with that same glint of begging.

I found myself speaking to her slowly between my own breaths. Though it sounded loud enough to fill the room, and was pounding with intensity, there was an odd calmness to it, in my own ears:

"I am going to fuck your face, Jessica. I am going to cum down your throat. And I'm not going to stop until I'm done cumming."

And then, to my amazement, there was another moan deep from within her-- it seemed to come from her very diaphragm and radiated all around the entire trunk of my cock, deeply supplanted within her. Her slender white arms clutched my legs and hips in anticipation.

With that, my hands still clutching her hair firmly, I began to fuck her throat hard with my painfully engorged cock. As I did, the sound of her breathing through her nostrils intensified as she strove to keep my dick inside her neck. I fucked her face hard, incensed with lust and the frustration of a twice-delayed orgasm, bringing the tip of her nose to my belly button with each hard thrust. Her moans continued, vibrating throughout my dick, and with only a few pumps, I felt a bizarre draining begin within me. At first, I thought I had somehow begun to urinate-- but in fact, I found that I was indeed cumming. It seemed strangely anti-climactic then, despite it feeling like a constant, forceful stream. Then, a moment after, it began to hit me. My body went numb, but my muscles in my arms-- holding her face impaled against my cock firmly-- were frozen and flexed solid, as I suddenly felt my entire body quiver in an abrupt spasm that stopped my previous flow and convulsed anew with a hard spray of cum that gushed down the base of her throat into her guts. I felt her squirm and moan harshly against me, but it didn't matter-- my body was on autopilot, and my mind was too busy relishing in the pure pleasure of this seemingly unending orgasm. Her nostrils sucked and shot cum out against my hips in a sneezing inhalation of air, and still my balls drained themselves in a hot gush of jism. The orgasm subsided slowly after what felt like an eternity-- and though the relief I felt at that moment is indescribable, it still felt incomplete.

After what felt like an eternity but what might actually have been a full minute, minute-and-a-half, I withdrew my cock from between her lips. I looked down at her face. She sputtered a little-- but after a deep ghasp of air that echoed against the walls, she seemed to shout:

"OH MY GOD KEVIN! Oh FUCK I came so fucking hard just now when you fed me..."

I was speechless. For a brief moment, I remember looking up at the faces of our friends around us. They looked as incredulous as I felt. But then I saw Nate; Jessica's husband and my friend. He was staring at the back of her head, dumbstruck and speechless. I looked down at her face once again. Seeing her face, her wide blue eyes, totally dilated, her lips smeared with spit and cum, her face red from the blush of lovemaking as well as the intense face-fucking I was administering to her, on top of her incredible tits, amazing body, sexy face, and still-dripping-cunt, I realized my madness was not yet abated.

"I'm not done with you yet--" I said, as I once again crammed my still rock-hard dick down her throat, right back to where it was just seconds before-- this time aided by the thick smear of cum my cock's previous upheaval left behind. I began to pound my cock down her throat, fucking her face like I fucked her cunt-- and her throat made a loud, sloshing, gagging wail as I thrusted, over-and-over, again-and-again. As I stared at the top of her head as I fucked her throat, I saw the faint light of dawn shine against her. It occurred to me that this had gone on for hours. The realization only brought me to fuck her harder. And in so doing, I realized that she was forcing her head and throat around me. She was moaning and groaning as I fucked her.

Her arm slapped around my hips and the other reached between my legs-- both hands clinching my ass cheeks and shoving my hips against her face, cramming me into her mouth, as I shot another intense spray of semen deep down her throat and into her guts. I heaved my body forward into her as I came, shooting shot after shot, spray after spray, deep within her effortlessly. I let my head drop back, slack jawed, facing the ceiling as I seemed to ejaculate the last drop, which she inhaled greedily.

She unclinched my ass cheeks and my hips parted away from her face-- sweat and cum leaving strings dangling in the air between her lips and my cock and balls. She inhaled loudly, pulling cum into her lungs, before coughing abruptly. My cock was now bobbing gently back to a flaccid state-- after cumming down her throat twice in a row, after fucking her pussy once before, it had done more in these few hours than it had ever done for any other woman before, without question.

"Oh my God!" She reached forward and licked its length quickly and lovingly. She held it against her face and looked up at me, adoringly.

"I'm gonna have to do that to you again, but with my cunt next time..." she mused. She rubbed my rubbery cock in her hands, kissing and licking it as I felt my body begin to collapse in exhaustion. "Oh my God that was-- the most incredible-- oh fuck I'm so glad you came. I mean, glad you 'came' but glad you came over tonight..."

I began to wobble but she stood up and supported me. I was in a daze, but the touch of her warm body against mine was reassuring and calming.

"C'mon. Let's go to bed--"

I had the dim feeling that as she and I supported each other on the long march to her and Nate's bed, a glance passed between them, though he seemingly remained shocked, sat in the chair in the living room after watching me destroy his wife's cunt and throat. The sun was clearly rising now-- and I had no idea what the day before us held-- but something told me that, with what just happened between us, it wasn't just going to end like that.

We stepped around the witnesses who had watched us who looked up at our naked, sweating bodies-- stupefied.

"God, Jessica-- I've never..."

She stopped me, saying--

"Shh... I know. Oh my God, do I know..."

We rounded the hallway corner and walked toward the dark room before us.

"What's going to happen now?"

"Now?" she said, perhaps wondering herself. We walked through the doorway together, faced with her and her husband's large bed stretched out in the dim room before us. Whatever was going to happen now-- that was private. What happened before; that was for everyone else to see. She closed the door, and suddenly-- we were alone.

"Now you kiss me."

I did. It lasted forever.

She reached out and grabbed me.

Jerked me.

It seemed I was ready again.