When she awoke, she snuggled into the sleeping form of James and replayed the events of the previous evening, and how she'd gone to sleep with the taste of both herself, and him on her tongue. The memory brought her back to that other time, of how that dark haired man in the ponytail had fucked her to three orgasms and after pulling out, got off her and walked round the bed to put his soft and slimy cock into her mouth. She'd never done that before, but the depravity of it stimulated her anew; it seemed like the more she got the more she wanted. Maybe she could get him hard again and he could fuck her again! She started off slowly and gently, licking and then sucking until it was clean but wet with her saliva. She thrilled to feel it stiffening in her mouth, and she redoubled her efforts. He pulled away, drawing it out of her mouth, a hand remaining on her breast, gently stroking her nipple. She felt his weight on the bed and she raised her knees in readiness. His hard cock, seemingly swollen to full erection slowly sliced into her pussy, squeezing out some of his existing come down into her bottom. She groaned in new appreciation of the feeling of fullness inside her.
And then to her shock, the cock that she'd been sucking just moments before was returned to her mouth! The cock that was thrusting into her pussy belonged to another man, another stranger! She screamed a muffled scream around the cock in her mouth and was frozen in place, until she realised that what was done was done, and the incredible feelings from her pussy caused her to relax and start thrusting back. She could feel an orgasm building from the depths of her being, seemingly a progression from the three she'd already had, a summation of the three in terms of its building intensity. The perversity of being fucked by a stranger, while another fucked her mouth, the two of them taking her powerfully, though not roughly, put her in mind of being some sort of sex slave, nothing but a body to slake the carnal thirsts of men. The thought triggered an explosive orgasm of such strength, never before experienced, that shook her to her core. She let out a hoarse scream of release and the sudden constriction of the walls of her cunt triggered the climax of the unknown man, who released spurt after spurt of his spend into her pussy. Ponytail had withdrawn his cock from her mouth as she screamed, but a after a couple of quick pulls of his hand he spurted ropes of come all over her face.
She fell back, exhausted but the wash of light over her closed eyelids forced her to bring her awareness to bear. She opened her eyes to see the faces of her friends looking in at the door, jostling for position to see things better, her boyfriend, Peter among the foremost, his face white with shock, and others wearing expressions of horror and distaste. She made an inarticulate cry and leapt from the bed, pushing the two men away from her. She pushed her skirt down and pulled on her blouse, the bra having disappeared, and her panties left on some other floor, ruined. She ran from the house and when she got home, she showered, scrubbing her skin raw in an effort to erase the shame, knowing that it wouldn't be enough, and that the whole town would be talking about her before morning.
The shame burned in her memory. The next day two of her friends phoned her to ask what happened, wanting to be told all the salacious details. She refused to talk about it, but they pressed and pressed, and she reluctantly told them a sanitised version, of her making love at the party. However, they knew it all. She couldn't even tell them their names. She could hear the sick excitement in their voices, the fact that little miss Perfect had been double-teamed and she didn't even know their names. Some friends.
While the shame was still there, the intensity of it had waned over the years; being in an impersonal city had helped, nobody knew, or cared. Thinking about it now, lying with her sleeping lover, the memories of the sex came to the fore and she felt herself getting aroused. She carefully peeled back the covers and looked with tenderness at her lover's cock. That such a thing could give so great a pleasure! James was still sleeping soundly, so she got carefully out of the bed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower and to clean her teeth. James was still snoring softly when she emerged, so she critically examined her dress from the previous night. She couldn't wear it until it was washed; it was covered in crusty white deposits, and several of its folds were stuck together. Her stockings were similarly soiled, and with her panties left on the restaurant table, she had nothing to wear but her heels. She slipped them on and went to the kitchen. She thought that she could at least put the coffee on - maybe she could cook him something for breakfast! She found an apron and put it on, but as a man's apron, it would trip her up, so she took two large folds, which brought the hem to mid-thigh, and tied them in with the apron strings. She then proceeded to search the strange kitchen for coffee and other breakfast-related things.
The minor sounds of clattering utensils filtered down into James's consciousness and he struggled to wakefulness. The lingering smell of Elaine's perfume and the memory of last night's sex brought him to immediate morning hardness, and he rolled out of bed to investigate the sounds in the kitchen. As he stood quietly at the door, he took in the sight of the girl as she was reaching for a high shelf, his erection throbbing with need. She was dressed in nothing but his apron, but he was sure it never looked that good on him! Her full round bottom was left completely exposed and one full breast could clearly be seen from the side of the apron's bib. Reaching up had tightened the muscles of her legs and pushed her bottom out. She really had the most beautiful bottom he'd ever seen. He gave a low whistle of appreciation.
"James! You startled me!"
"Don't stop what you were doing on my account, you are a vision sent from heaven to rival that of the dawn!"
"Oh, stop that, you flatterer, I bet you say that to all the girls! And be careful with that thing, you could put someone's eye out with that!"
"I can think of much better places to poke it than in someone's eye"
James had moved up behind her and was stoking her soft bottom, slipping his hand between her cheeks and running his fingers over her rapidly moistening slit.
"What about here, for instance?" James then slipped his other hand inside the apron to fondle her breast and gently pinch her nipple.
"Oh, James!" gasped Elaine, as she felt a gush of arousal in her pussy.
James moved directly behind her and nudged his cock at her pussy lips, trying, but not quite finding his mark. Elaine reached between her legs and aimed his cock at the right spot and then pushed back to engulf him in her hot wet depths. They both groaned at the sensation. Elaine was boiling up! She had been aroused since she had woken, and it hadn't taken much to make her desperate to be fucked. James pushed in deep and held it there.
"Is that better Elaine, is that where my cock belongs?"
"Oh, yes James! Do me! Take me, make me yours!"
James pulled out until just the head was in her pussy. Elaine pushed back against him to envelope his cock in her wet pussy, but he pulled back more, and Elaine let out a frustrated moan.
"Oh, James, please! Don't tease me! I need it, really need it!"
"And what will you do to get it Elaine?"
"Anything, James, anything! Just fuck me!"
"Well, one should always oblige a damsel in distress!"
And so saying, James plunged his rock hard cock back into her soft warm depths, the force of it flattening her round bottom against his groin. He kept up a steady and powerful rhythm and he could feel her pushing back to meet him and tightening her cunt around his cock. He watched his glistening cock emerge and then disappear back into her warm soupy depths, the squeezing of her cunt pushing her own copious juices out and covering her fat labia. They were both approaching their climax until her shouts of ecstasy at her orgasm triggered his own, and he pumped spurt after spurt into her receptive cunt.
Elaine collapsed forward and leant on the kitchen worktop, completely wiped out from the combination of passion, exertion and release. James looked down to see a steady stream of their combined juices running down the inside of her thighs.
"Oh, James that was wonderful, but I think I need a handful of tissues, not just one!"
"In a moment, Elaine - I like to see my sperm running out of your cunt." He gathered some of the fluids in his fingers and rubbed it around her pussy lips and then around her anal sphincter. While Elaine was a little uncomfortable with the idea of anything going into her bottom, the sensations from it were making her feel very...well, very nice!
