It seems that Mary has a new passion. For obvious reasons, David is all aboard. It also seems that David decides to pursue someone new. Chapter Five tells us what kind of woman he wants next.
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Mary got out of my car and walked to the door as fast as she could in her towering high heels. She said nothing as she hurried back to the bedroom, removing clothes along the way. She hung her dress from a hook on the closet door, placed her underwear in a neat little pile on my dresser, and slipped off her shoes in the corner.
"Please David, get out of those clothes," she said.
I stripped off my shirt and pants as Mary eyed my progress. It took too long to remove my damn shoes and socks. She began looking frantic before I got rid of my boxer shorts.
Mary used a bit of muscle to get me on my back on the bed. She immediately sucked my soft cock into her mouth and started giving me the most enthusiastic blowjob she'd ever delivered. I already knew her goal was not to make me cum in her mouth. She just wanted to get me hard as fast as possible, and that's exactly what she did. She pulled back from my cock, looked me in the eye, then swung her leg over my body and slammed her pussy down on my erection. "Ohhhh!" she said, squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth as she ground herself against my body.
Mary began humping me fast as a jackrabbit. I'd never seen her like this. We'd done a lot of very active lovemaking in the past. Mary was extraordinarily athletic, after all. But this was Olympic-level fucking. She came after just a few seconds. But she didn't even pause, maintaining her rapid-fire thumping against me. That was very unusual. Unprecedented.
As I've mentioned before, Mary is one of those women whose clit becomes hypersensitive after an orgasm. I always have to stop and pause for a while so she can calm down a little before we resume making love. Mary didn't seem to need that kind of treatment this time.
She came again. Mary didn't even slow down, hammering away as though nothing had happened. But she was wailing loudly now, announcing her excitement with so much volume I was sure the neighbors thought she must be having a fit - and a tight one, too.
It was too much for me. My cock couldn't stand much more of this kind of treatment. I tried every trick I knew to delay my orgasm, but nothing worked. Mary was just too stimulating for me to hold off any longer. I began to pump her pussy full of warm wetness.
She obviously liked the feeling. She came AGAIN, and this time it was one of those big, loud, full-body climaxes that end with her arms and legs shaking spasmodically while the muscles in her body clenched and unclenched.
But she didn't want to stop. That was too bad, because my cock went soft immediately, and it would need a little nap before I could keep giving Mary more of what she wanted. The only thing to do was for me to throw her down on her back, force her legs apart, and eat her pussy like a starving man.
Ordinarily, I like eating a pussy BEFORE filling it with cum, but this was a special occasion. Mary needed me. Right that minute. I had no choice but to eat a big serving of cream pie. It's not my favorite, but I expect women to swallow my cum all the time, so it's not a big deal for me to do it for them once or twice.
It wasn't that bad, actually. I found it easy to ignore that taste and concentrate on Mary moaning and groaning as I licked and nibbled every part of her pussy, concentrating on her clit.
She came again. I wasn't so surprised this time. Mary had transformed into an orgasm machine. This was just the latest example of the superhuman feats of sexuality she performed regularly. This was just a bit more intense. More powerful.
Do I need to mention that she came again? Remember - this is a woman who'd never had an orgasm before we met.
By then my cock had recovered. It was finally hard again. Climbing up her body, I slammed into her pussy and started hammering the way I knew she wanted right then. Mary wasn't interested in anything slow and romantic. The best part was that I knew I'd last longer this time. I'd had one orgasm, and it would take a lot for me to have a second.
"You're my Superman in bed," Mary said. That was nice. She'd never said anything like that before. It made me feel like Superman.
"You're my Wonder Woman," I said.
I gradually noticed that Mary was finally slowing down. She was still bucking her hips to match the pace of my thrusts, but it was not as frantic as before. She reached up to put one hand behind my head, then gave me a loving look that made me feel like the best lover who ever lived.
My mind was almost completely blank. I couldn't think of anything except the passionate feelings I had for Mary. She'd enriched my life in ways I couldn't have imagined when our relationship began. I felt a surge of gratitude that prompted me to give her a deep, passionate kiss that said more than words about how I felt about her.
I could tell she was going to climax again. She'd cum so many times that this orgasm was one of those slow, rolling tremors that shake every part of her body for a long, long time. "Oh, David. You are so good to me," she said as the waves began ripping from her head to her toes. The moan that came out of her mouth was low, slow, and long lasting. She sounded tired. The thrusting of her hips diminished to almost nothing.
I started cumming just before she stopped. I'd blown most of my load the first time, but there was enough left for her to feel my throbbing cock fill her up a little more.
Mary went limp. It took a lot of effort for me to lift myself off her body and lay down beside her. I couldn't be sure, but it looked as though she'd fallen asleep. That's what I wanted to do. I pulled the sheets over our bodies, laid back and closed my eyes.
"You were wonderful," Mary said. "Thank you, Sir"
"You're most welcome. Glad to be of service. I guess we found out what you think of exotic dancing, right?"
Mary giggled. "I guess so," she said. Sounding serious, she said, "I loved being on that stage. I loved being on display. I could get used to feeling like that."
"We'll see how it goes," I said. "I'm a little bit concerned that you'll end up working too hard if you try to keep both jobs."
"I've thought about that," she said. "I won't have to go to the gym as often because pole dancing is such a great workout. I'll get paid to exercise. You heard Fran say I could work just a few nights a week. She seems to want me to work every Friday and Saturday. Think you can do without me on those nights?"
