Enjoy Ch. 3. Thank you for reading.
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It was now 11pm, Friday. As the snow was blanketing the coastal town, the roads were clear. The waters in the Atlantic Ocean were still, as the quiet settled upon the region. Not a car in sight, the weather forecast called for 6" of powder on the ground.
But in the docile, quaint neighborhood, lined with many, unattached, townhomes,
mom and pop stores, and coffee shops, Ms. Kara Marshall, AKA Victoria Rose, was getting her fill of 9, turgid, inches.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
As the pungent odor of sex saturated the air inside the cozy flat, Jamal and I had just begun our fourth go 'round. Sans the dress I had worn earlier, I was, now, adorning a 2nd pair of pantyhose. The first pair, destroyed by my aggressive, young bull. The black heels still on my feet were pointed up at the ceiling, thereby giving a clear view to anyone insane enough to be walking on the beach, in this weather.
"Oh! Ahh yea! Oh baby, yes! Fuck yea! Jamal oh yes!" The lust filled remarks were being traded by the both of us, as Jamal was focused, solely, on destroying my battered tunnel.
Being able to catch glimpses between our bodies each time Jamal's body moved upward, A very noticeable white ring coated the sledge hammer intent on ruining my, now extremely sore cunt. Seeing a build up of our combined juices absorbing on my landing strip, Jamal would then slam his hips back down into me.
"Yesssss," I mewled, as my defiant attitude completely disappeared, replaced by ecstasy. "C'mon...youn... young man... Fu...fuck... your slu...slutty...teacher." The words, hard to string together, only showed the brevity of the activities over the last few hours. "Is... that...all..you've... gah...got?" I quipped, mocking my young Padawan.
Hearing my phone buzzing on my nightstand, Jamal made crystal clear there would be NO interruptions, tonight.
"Fuck Miss Marshall, open them legs more!"
The franticness, sounding in his voice, as he kept plunging, violently in my sodden snatch. "I can never get tired of fucking this," He said, sweating profusely. As his breath was laboring, he kept ploughing me on my bed.
Feeling his balls tightening, previewing the grand finale of this session, he really amped up his attack.
"Squeak! Creak! Thump! Thump! Creak! Squeak!"
"Oh yes, Oh Yes! Hard.. harder young man, fu..fuck me... baby... Fill.. my...womb!" I stuttered, preparing for the inevitable.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Jamal roared, gripping my legs. Slamming his nether regions forward, our bodies linked, as he erupted, once again, into my bruised, battered pussy. Feeling rope after, shameless, rope splash again my cervix, the shame that has been stuck in my mind, only reinforced its' hold.
Looking up at the ceiling, my legs still up, as the raucous goings on were beginning to slow, Jamal's hips slowed its pumping. Ridding himself of the last vestiges of his 4th load, his frantic demeanor turned into breathless calm. Breathing heavily, this session was over.
"Fuuuuucckkkk," Jamal sighed loudly. "Now i know why them old mother fuckers enjoyed fucking this!"
Not having released my legs as of yet, I had my fingers running along his back, as we tried catching our breath. Finally releasing my legs, they fell, innocently on the mattress. As Jamal pulled out, our 4th batch poured out of my exhausted pussy, mixing with the prior sessions.
"I...I...gotta pee," I softly said, scooching to the beds edge. As I stood, I had to grab hold of one of the legs of my 4-post bed. The jello-y ness of my legs, clearly apparent, I cupped my pussy in hopes of our spunk not dropping onto the floor.
As I sat on the toilet, I softly cried. "What have I done?" I scolded myself.
As I made my way back to the bed, I saw Jamal, on his back, his overworked cock, finally deflated, sound asleep. Looking out of my bedroom window, seeing what I could of the waves demurely crashing onto the snow laden beach, I joined Jamal in bed trying to get some sleep myself.
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Waking up a few hours later, I had to pee. Getting off of the bed and standing, I felt the discomfort from the onslaught I was dealt, by this disgusting young male. Dealing with the pulsing still emanating in my nether regions, I quietly groaned. With rubbery legs, I cupped my overworked area.
"Damn you Jamal," I quietly berated myself, hesitantly walking to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I felt two huge "BLOP" land in the water below me. Taking a baby wipe, I gently wiped my vulva, labia and all areas around. Flinching because of how sensitive it is, I finished my business.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I went to the mirror to fix myself up. Noticing the runs in my hosiery, and the splotches of matted cum stains on the nylon, I decided to change out of them. Sitting on the beds edge, a "squeak!" sounded. Reliving the incessant squeaking of last night, I removed the nylons I had on. After sliding my sore legs into the new pair, my phone buzzed.
"Buzz! Buzz!Buzz!"
As Mark's face appeared on my screen, I took the phone to the other end of my bedroom, looking out of the window facing the main avenue.
"Hel..Hello?" I quietly said. Exhausted from the romp of just a few hours ago, I looked at the fire crackling in my electric fireplace.
