"Matt! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Mary groaned as she once again experienced delight at the hands of her young lover. She was bent over the counter in the darkroom and Matt was behind her, driving his swollen penis into her powerfully. They were still dressed. The minute they entered the darkroom, Matt came up behind her, slid her skirt up and, before she could do anything, he shoved his erection into her.
She'd been thinking about making love with him during the drive from the real estate office to his house so she was wet and ready when he entered her. He continued lunging into her and her body shook from his pistoning movements. Deep inside, she sensed the start of an orgasm.
"Oh! Oh! Matt! Matt! I'm... I'm going to come! Oh! Oh! I'm... I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried. She felt her body begin to vibrate, then blissful waves of pleasure began crashing over her and her legs went weak. If Matt hadn't been pressing her against the cabinets, she'd have fallen.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Matt cried as his insides contracted vigorously and his hot, sticky cream jetted into Mary.
Her young lover's ejaculation caused still more exultation for Mary. This was the way making love should be, the way it always seemed to be with Matt. She never knew lovemaking could be so good, and so frequent!
Matt leaned against his partner, allowing his body to calm, feeling her calm, too, as they rested. Slowly, his once-rampant penis shrank and slid from the clutching grip of her vagina.
They stood up and Mary turned to face the young man. "I love you, Matt," she said, softly, but ardently, as the juices he'd pumped into her began to trickle down her legs. She hugged him and kissed him. "I love you!"
"I love you, too," Matt replied.
"I'm all sticky. I have to get cleaned up," Mary giggled. She slipped out of Matt's embrace and headed for the bathroom, pulling her sweater over her head as she went. Her body was still tingling from the young man's delightful unexpected assault. "We've made love just about everywhere it's possible to make love," she thought as she dropped the sweater on his bed, slipped out of her skirt and laid that on the bed, too, then kicked off her shoes. "And we've done it in just about every position there is, too."
She hadn't bothered putting on any underwear when she got dressed that morning. Ever since her affair with Matt had begun she found herself becoming more and more coquettish and loved every minute of it. She never wanted to stop feeling this way!
Matt stood in his bedroom doorway, watching Mary disrobe, enjoying every minute of it. When she entered the bathroom, he quickly shed his clothes and went to join her.
"I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful you are," he commented. He was standing, nude, at the open shower door, looking at her full, perfect body, which glistened with jewel-like droplets of water from the shower.
Mary felt herself blushing. "Come here," she said and held her arms out to him. Matt moved into her embrace, his body coming against her warm, wet one, and their lips met. They stayed like that for a while; locked in an embrace, their tongues lashing, warm water beating down on them.
The kiss ended and the two lovers soaped each other's bodies thoroughly, enjoying the sensations their moving hands spread along with the rich lather. Each thought they'd been sated by the frantic joining in the darkroom, but they discovered their actions in the shower were exciting them all over again.
Mary turned to put the soap in its niche in the wall and felt Matt move against her from behind.
