Layla felt the guitar player stir in his sleep beneath her. His breathing was slow. He snored softly. She could feel the heat of his flaccid cock, which remained tucked inside of her cum filled pussy. She gently flexed her sheath around him, trying to keep him from slipping away from her. She felt him swell slightly as she applied the soft pressure.
She clenched him again and felt him lengthen perceptibly. His breathing increased slightly as she continued to milk on him with her hot cunt. She lifted her head and stared at his face in the dim light of the boarding house bedroom. A soft smile eased across his lips as his shaft continued to respond to her pulses.
Layla extended her tongue and flicked his hairy chest. She searched for and found his nipple and closed her soft lips over it, sucking lightly.
"If you're trying to get me horny, it's working," Dave whispered.
"I thought it might be by the way you're growing inside of me," She answered.
Dave flexed inside of her, his cock extending still deeper into her already cum drenched cavity. Other than Layla's tongue and lips on his nipple, the only part of either of them that moved was the flexing of their loins. Dave had grown to his full proportion within her. She remained securely wrapped around his cock. Their breathing had become more rapid.
Layla pushed down on him with increased intensity as he started to push up into her. They began a mutual easy humping motion, which gradually grew longer and stronger as their passion built. Layla started to rotate her hips in small circles as Dave eased his prick in and out with greater determination.
"Jesus, I need this so bad," Layla hissed. "Please keep doing what you're doing to me."
"Just relax and let the old man do his magic," Dave whispered in her ear.
Dave's cock was dragging firmly back and forth across her erect love trigger, sending intense currents flashing through her body. Her orgasm started quickly and lasted a long while. Dave kept a steady beat while she rode it out. Then she returned again to match his undulations, rocking to and fro on top of him.
"Lay still, Baby," Dave told her. "And just feel me inside of you."
She did as he instructed her to do, while he continued to rock up into her from below. Each time he pushed up, he would flex his cock, threading it firmly against her cervix. The sensations were so thrilling that she quickly climaxed again, sending yet another flood of her female ejaculate flowing around his intruding phallus and seeping between their already slippery bodies.
Four times, Layla erupted on top of him. The wet sucking sounds of their lust filled the ancient room. The odor of their seeping sex fluids and sweaty bodies filled her nostrils. Pheromones permeated the air around them.
Then Layla felt him grow steel stiff and extend to an unimaginable depth. He pushed into her and held her high off the bed. She felt the scorching heat of his man-seed as it spewed into her womb, so far inside her quaking belly.
They lay together again.
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Reality returned slowly to the sated woman. The grey light of morning had crept upon the dusty curtains covering the window beside the bed. Layla could hear the cars moving on the street below. She pulled her pussy off his cock and heard it plop on his stomach as it slipped free of her clutching hole. Rising to her knees, she felt a thick flow of ejaculate drool from her open lips and looked down as it pooled next to the big man's cock, then drained down past his balls onto the sheets.
She retreated to the bathroom and quickly washed. The clock on the bedside stand warned it was 6:15 AM. Layla had stayed out much longer than she had anticipated and knew she must get her little fanny home before the kids woke to her absence.
Dave was sitting on the side of the bed when she stepped out of the bathroom. She quickly found her clothes and dressed hurriedly.
"What's the big rush?" Dave questioned.
"My kids," She muttered. "I gotta get back home before they wake up."
"Will I see you again?" He asked. "We're at the Gateway for two more weeks."
"I don't know," Layla grunted, pushing her feet into her shoes. "We'll see what happens."
Grabbing her purse from the floor by the door, she walked over to the guitar man and kissed him softly on the lips, turned and left without another word.
Fortunately, she saw a cab and hailed him from the balcony. He was waiting with the door open when she came out of the boarding house. She gave the cabbie her address and slumped into the back seat of the musty smelling cab.
Her mind raced with the events of the past thirty-six hours. First the dream, then the encounter with Lisa and Ronny, and then the near miss with the piano player and then the double-header with Dave, filled her swirling head with eroticisms she had never imagined. Suddenly she felt herself becoming wet again.
'My God, Layla,' She thought. 'What's happening to you?'
"That'll be $24.55, Sweetheart," The cabbie announced, braking in her driveway.
She snapped back to real life, handed him $30.00, and rushed into the house. All was quiet. Layla heaved a sigh of relief and tiptoed down the hallway to her bedroom door.
"You're out kinda late, weren't you?" A soft voice questioned just as she prepared to close her door.
Layla spun and locked eyes with Rachel, her eighteen-year-old daughter, who stood in the bathroom doorway across the hall. Rachel smiled at her mother. Layla was unaware that Rachel had spent the night before hanging out with her brother, Ronny, who had filled her in on all the details of the previous days activities.
Layla's heart stopped beating for several seconds. Her whole world was suddenly becoming very complicated.
"I....um....Rachel....I...." Layla was having difficulty finding her thoughts.
"Get some rest, Ma." Rachel said. "You can tell me all about it later."
Layla closed the door and leaned against it. Her chin fell to her chest and a great sob surged from deep within. Tears welled in her eyes and she gasped for breath as the emotion ripped through her body. Falling on the bed, she let it all out, bawling into the bed covers so as not to wake the rest of the house.
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The ringing of the telephone on the nightstand wrenched her from sleep. It stopped ringing before she could reach for it. She heard a tapping on the door.
"Momma, it's Daddy," Cindy, her youngest daughter squawked through the bedroom door."
Layla picked up the receiver, fighting for consciousness, "Hello, Honey!"
"What the matter with you? You sick?" Gene barked into the phone.
"Lisa, Leafa and I went out for a drink last night," Layla defended herself.
"And?" He questioned.
"I was out late and slept in. So what?" She rasped.
"Forget it! I'm coming in for a couple of days, there's a storm headed for Florida and they're telling all the non residents to go home." He said. "I'll see you sometime Sunday."
"Okay, Sweetie, I'll look forward to it." She said tiredly.
"You don't have to get all excited," He grated. "It'll only be for a couple of days until the storm passes."
"I love you, Gene." Layla stated, "See you on Sunday."
He hung up without a reply. Layla dropped the receiver back on the hook and flopped back on the bed. Her mind wandered back to the night before. She recalled the piano player's hands on her wet panties. And the big guitar player's hot cock shooting her full of scalding hot cum. Suddenly the guilt and remorse she'd felt earlier was gone.
The phone rang again. Layla answered it.
"So tell me, how are you feeling this morning?" Lisa asked.
