"Are you going to tell me?" Murphy asked while patting herself dry with a pad of paper. "You promised."
Reaching back she pushed the handle and flushed the toilet before standing up and walking over to Bill and pressing herself against him with her arms around his waist.
"Well?" she said and kissed him on the lips. "You're hard again so what are you thinking about?"
Lifting one leg she pushed down on his erection and fitted it between her thighs. Bill could feel her warmth and wetness and briefly wondered if some of the wet was from pee mixed with their combined fluids.
"Do you want to do it one more time before we eat," Murphy said between little nibbles on his neck. "I can last a little while longer without food but I do need some more sex. I don't believe that I just said that," she said thoughtfully after a short pause.
"Uh huh," was all Bill said in reply because he was concentrating on the sensation she was giving him by slipping her wet pussy back and forth on his cock.
Bending his knees, Bill reached down and picked Murphy up by her buttocks. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his to hold on to him. Bill had to take short steps towards the bed because her feet wrapped around behind his calves kept him from moving too fast. By the time that they had made the six or seven foot walk to the bed Murphy was mewing like a lost cat. Her thighs were wide open and she could feel the chilly, air conditioned air on her wet thighs and pussy. The sensation was driving her nuts and all she could think about was fitting the cock she could feel rubbing against her into her where it belonged and adding to the erotic sensations that took over her body.
Murphy felt the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed and she released her stranglehold on Bill's neck to let herself down onto the mattress. He stood in front of her with his shiny-headed wet cock bobbing in front of her face. They both paused for a moment and looked into each other's eyes.
Taking the initiative she cradled his balls in her right hand and encircled his erection with her left to slowly stroke him. Rubbing her thumb on the wet and sensitive underside of the head of his cock elicited a groan of pleasure and a slight buckling of his knees when he reacted to her touch.
Bill's pleading eyes locked with hers and they both knew what he wanted.
"I don't know if I can do this right," she said. "I've only touched one man like this before and it was when I was in college," she continued while still gently stroking him and rolling his balls gently in her fingers.
"There's no right or wrong way to do it," Bill gasped through a little laugh at his own joke. "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable doing it."
Moving his hips he helped Murphy slide her hand back and forth on his organ. His desire was apparent but still she hesitated. She stared at his cock and then looked back and forth from his eyes to what she held in her hand while slowly moving her face closer to it. When she was only an inch or two away, Bill could feel her breath bathing his cock and he lurched with the sensation. Murphy tightly clenched her hand around him and tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked him.
Bill groaned with pleasure and raising his hand he placed it gently on the back of her head. Looking down he could see the tan lines on her finger where her wedding rings used to be and a sudden feeling of guilt hit him in the gut. He started to pull away but Murphy held on even tighter and pulled him back by his balls and cock.
Pursing her lips she kissed the head once, pulled away, looked at it and then looked up at Bill. Her tongue wiped across her lips and retreated into her mouth while she considered his taste. With a slight smile on her lips she kissed it again before pulling back and once more looking up at him. Her smile was wider this time and opening her mouth she stuck out her tongue out as a guide. Resting his cock on her tongue, she closed her lips around it and captured it with her mouth.
She found that the taste was sort of bland and not at all offensive. It had been so long since she had done anything like this that she wasn't sure if she could do it. His crown felt hot in her mouth and she used the little ridge behind it as a place to lock her lips and rub her tongue up and down the underside. There was so much fluid in her mouth that she couldn't tell if it was saliva or his lube or a mixture of both. He pushed against her and even with her hand wedged between his belly and her mouth it went a little too far back into her throat and she gagged at the intrusion. Bill pulled back and she was able to stifle her gag but her spasming throat swallowed what was in her mouth.
