We went into my bedroom and I pointed at the mattress on the floor and said, "Get on that, face down, ass up high."
As she crawled toward what passed as a bed for me, I watched the sight before me. I have to say watching her crawl away was even hotter than watching her crawl toward me. I could see her juices had leaked out of her open pussy and her thighs were wet and slick looking. Looking at her asshole I wondered what that would feel like, to shove my hardness up there and fuck her ass until it gaped wide open.
It dawned on me that I probably should discover that on the first orgasm of the day, not the second.
I went to my closet and considered my options. I really didn't have any equipment for this type of fucking. I mean who did really? Oh, I know, from visiting the adult store in town that they had a whole section, but I honestly thought it curiosities for the most part. Not actually used.
Knives? Check. Firearms? Check. S&M paraphernalia? Nope. If I kept fucking these two married cunts, it would require an investment it seemed.
I spotted my mountain climbing backpack and pulled the rope out of it. I really didn't know the first thing about tying a person up for sex. Maybe Bill knew someone that could teach me. I put the rope back and got my good dress belt out. It was thin enough that it would whistle nicely I thought.
I walked over to her and asked, "When was the last time your husband fucked you?"
She shrugged as she lifted her head, "Maybe two weeks ago? We don't do it much more than once a month anymore."
"Why? You are attractive."
She smiled at me, "Thank you, sir. We have four teenagers from thirteen to nineteen. He won't do it if any of them are in the house."
I swung the belt, medium hard and left a bright pink stripe across her ass. "Well, that's stupid. Shouldn't kids hear you love at least as often as they hear you fight?"
She replied, "We don't fight either sir. He desires peace more."
I spanked her another nine or ten times, criss crossing her ass with pink stripes that would turn red eventually. With each strike, I got harder, and Lauren's moans got louder. Her pussy also got wetter. The proof was the rivers streaming down her thighs.
I knelt down behind her and ordered, "Roll over and spread your legs."
She sighed almost disappointedly and I swung the belt hard and left a deep red welt from her shoulder blade down to her ass. "Bitch, I will fuck you however I wish. You will fucking take it and like it."
She began to comply just as I swung again, just as hard leaving a welt on her right tit over the nipple and she screamed in pain. The blow I intended to land on her back striped her side and tit instead. Interestingly, she squirmed as well. While I missed my target wildly, Lauren seemed to enjoy it.
As she settled in her back and splayed her legs wantonly, I leaned forward and licked her labia from end to end, getting a taste of her.
And she was fucking delicious.
Earthy, sweet, tangy, it was a riot of flavor and fuck if I couldn't lay there all day enjoying the flavors. I licked along her outer folds, then in between them and the inner folds, opening her up and Lauren started squirming more beneath me.
I collected every drop of her essence that I could and each one tasted better than the previous. I wasn't a connoisseur of pussy by any stretch of the imagination, but I couldn't imagine any tasting better.
I reached up and pinched her right nipple and pulled it until she gasped out. As I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her clit, I rammed two fingers into her tight cunt. I curled my fingers up as I sped up the movement of my hand and soon Lauren locked up, her legs trying to crush my head like an oversized walnut. The flood of fluids that soaked me and my mattress surprised me and somehow I felt validated as a sexual partner.
As she settled down, I kissed, licked, bit, and sucked my way up her body leaving a trail of blemishes on her skin. Each time that slightly coppery taste left my mouth, I clamped down on her skin and left a new mark, as large and red as I could. Lauren's fingernails dug into my shoulders as I worked her torso over with my mouth and hands. I discovered her areolas were perfectly mouth sized and her nipples surprisingly long. Like half a pinky finger long and almost as big around.
I spent a lot of time on her tits and nipples as she ground her pelvis up against me. Apparently, she liked having someone attack her tits, because Lauren ground her pubic mound against me, crushing her clit between us. It wasn't long until my abdomen was coated in her slick juices and her tits covered in hickies. I bit down on her left nipple while caressing her right tit and I felt Lauren begin to shutter uncontrollably beneath me.
I continued my way up leaving a hickey on each side of her neck and one in the middle. Deep dark red hickeys that would be tough to hide.
Enough foreplay I thought. My cock was achingly hard again, and in dire need of relief. I hooked her knees with my elbows and guided her ankles to my shoulders. It was my favorite position, allowing me almost complete control of a woman's body.
"Guide me in, bitch," I ordered.
Lauren reached down and grabbed my cock with a thumb and two fingers. She stroked it a couple of times and spread my precum all over the crown. It was amazing how she manipulated the pressures. The three digits exhibited more skill than any woman before her. Including her porcine friend.
It seemed forever as Lauren teased her cunt with my cock. Up and down the slit, teasing her clit and opening alike. No sooner than I felt her guide me to her entrance, and pause, I slammed my way in, much like I had the other night. Fully hilted in one hard thrust that left me breathless.
I kissed her deeply. Our tongues dueled for a moment then I felt her withdraw in what felt like submission. Don't ask me to explain it, because I don't understand it. I just knew at that moment she was mine to do with as I willed. At least while I was buried balls deep in her.
I grabbed her arms and rolled my body up the rest of the way into position. My weight was held up by the balls of my feet and her arms where I held them tightly. Her pussy was pointing straight up and I began fucking her. I pulled back, relishing the feeling of her muscles trying to hold me in until I reached the top of my back stroke, then I slammed down filling her. Harder, faster, I put everything I had into splitting Lauren in two, like cord wood or something. The sex had turned into a nearly violent act as I hammered away at Lauren.
I was huffing and puffing, Lauren was gasping and moaning, as the sounds of my body slamming into hers filled the small bedroom. The scent of her pussy filled the room as quickly and I had little doubt that we were ruining my sheets and mattress.
It was amazing.
I felt my orgasm building up bit by bit. As much as I wanted to paint her womb with my 'life seed' as she called it; just before I blew, I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over her body. The release of pressure was instantaneous and deeply gratifying. While not quite as pleasurable as when she was sucking my cock, I still lost all vision as I came.
When I looked down, Lauren was covered from sternum to cunt, cum was everywhere.
I sat back and looked at my handiwork. It was amazing. "Don't move," I ordered.
I hurried into the living room and got my phone. I knelt down between her legs again and took three photos. One of her cum and mouth marked torso, one of her well used pussy, and one of her satisfied face.
She looked up and asked, "Sir, may I have a towel?"
I shook my head and said, "No. Leave it and go home knowing that I am drying on you."
She blushed and nodded her head. "Okay, sir. When may I come back?"
I laughed and replied, "After you earn the privilege."
She giggled and said, "I can do that."
At the door Lauren turned back toward me and said, "Sir, I want to thank you for today. It has been a long time since I felt this way."
I looked at her, "Lauren, I have never felt this satisfied. Thank you."
I was spent. I didn't bother with a shower or changing the sheets. I plopped down onto my mattress and passed out.
After I woke up I went to the adult store near the big box store to look at some of the items there. Ultimately I ended up buying a pair of handcuffs and a riding crop. Not much, but fuck they were expensive. The handcuffs seemed like the real deal, heavy and made a quite satisfying sound when engaged. The riding crop was firm with just enough flexibility that when you swung it, the crop bent slightly from the air resistance.
On Saturday morning, I got up and called the woman, Sarah, on the business card that Rhonda had left. "This is Sarah?"