When I got back to Sheila's house that evening, she greeted me at door. She had a towel wrapped around her which barely covered her nipples and hung just to the top of her thighs. It was obvious that she had no intention of wasting time with clothing. She was like an alley cat in heat or a crazed tigress as she dragged me into the house. She was tearing at my clothes almost ripping them shreds to get them off of me. She didn't even bother trying to make it to the bedroom. She knew exactly what she wanted and she wanted then and there right in the living room.
"We're going to fuck in every room of the house including on the front porch in the middle of the night. I even want you to fuck me in Sylvia's bed before you take her virginity in it. I have decided I really do want you to make her bleed for you. I am sure she might be a little frightened at first, but I know she will be thrilled afterwards," Sheila said to me.
"Darling, I think you want me to make Sylvia my slutty little fuck toy just as you are," I smiled and said to her.
"I do! I do! With both of us always ready and eager satisfy your hunger for sex and willing to please you in every way, you will never have a reason to want anyone else. You will have your own private two girl harem," she whispered breathlessly.
Sheila had become a super charged sex machine and I hoped would never change. She had already given me Carte Blanche sexual rights to her body and she seemed determined to make sure I got the same thing from her beautiful daughter, Sylvia. I did not yet know how she would accomplish it but I put my trust in her to make it happen. Everything that was happening seemed to be a dream as if it was a dream.
When she got my jeans off, she was in no mood to wait for anything. My cock was already standing at full attention and she pushed me down on the coach and climbed on top of me. She had no interest whatsoever in foreplay this time. She was a woman possessed and the only thing driving her was to impale herself on my throbbing cock and fuck herself into oblivion on it.
She bounced wildly up and down on me. Her words were so garbled I could not understand anything she said. Her was so overwhelmed by her passion and lust that she did not care about anything but reaching her orgasm. She was a totally committed slut in every sense of the word. At that moment, I am not sure if she knew or even cared who she was fucking but I am glad it was me.
There was very little I could do to help her, not that she needed help, but I did try to kiss and suck her wildly thrashing breasts. She was thrashing so wildly that I do not think she would have noticed or cared if I had bitten one of her nipples completely off. Sheila was hell bent on coming as hard and a fast as she could manage it.
I was thoroughly enjoying her ravaging my body. There was actually little else I could do. I almost felt like this was a bull rider competition at a rodeo except Sheila was the bull and I was a nearly helpless greenhorn rider hanging on for dear life. Her normally beautiful green eyes were blazing if they were burning with flames of emerald green.
When she finally exploded in her ecstatic orgasm my cock, my balls and the sofa under were so saturated from the eruption of juices that gushed from within her that I felt as if I was lying in a swamp. I do not know if she actually squirted but judging by the copious amount fluid flooding from her I felt she must have. She collapsed against my chest as if she had just completed the Boston Marathon. She was totally spent and utterly exhausted.
I could only imagine what she had gone through during the day while waiting for my arrival. I was completely stunned and totally in awe of the state of her arousal and the passion with which she quenched her desire for sexual release. Sheila actually fell asleep while laying upon my chest. I just held her close to me and gently stroked her lovely long red hair and the smooth soft alabaster colored skin of her back as she slept quietly and serenely on top of me. Although I knew it was totally wrong I had to admit, at least to myself, that the feelings I had for Sheila went far beyond the boundaries of a merely sexual relationship. I was almost certain her feelings for me were the same.
