9 comments/ 30681 views/ 1 favorites The Easter Party Tryst By: Ragnarok As Leigh stared straight into Kyle's smiling eyes, she tossed the bear-shaped bottle of clover honey onto the corner of their spread picnic blanket. Kyle dragged his gaze southward and watched in rapt fascination as a viscous stream of honey slowly rolled down the slope of Leigh's engorged breast and came to rest on her darkened nipple. The golden wave rippled and engulfed the pinpoints on her areola and then mixed with the translucent milk beading around her secreting dimples. Kyle extended his tongue and positioned his head where his tongue tip could curl around the base of her very distended nipple. He moved his hand gently up her rib cage until he met the fullness of her breast. He cupped his hand on top of the Leigh's, entwining their fingers over the heavy tit. At his bidding, together they squeezed her ripe breast, causing the rich milk to slowly leak, then suddenly gush from her tightened nipple. Kyle envied Leigh's newborn daughter's daily access to this sweet delight, which once again drew his thoughts to the paternity of the beautiful little girl. She certainly had his ice-blue eyes. Leigh, however, brought him out of his momentary domestic reverie with her own lusty need. "Ohh, baby," Leigh groaned, "that feels sooo good!! Squeeze my aching tits, honey." 'Honey', thought Kyle as the thinning mixture rolled off her swollen nub and into his waiting mouth. Those Old Testament prophets had it all wrong. THIS is the land of milk and honey. He licked up and over the fat nipple and then circled her entire areola, making sure his lips applied a gentle suction that would encourage her to 'let down' more of her sweet fluids. Leigh held the back of his head and panted openly. "Kyle, sweetie, do you remember the first time you tasted my milk?" "That's not something I'll ever forget, sweetheart! That day is burned into my memory." "I guess it would be tough for you to forget, baby. I mean, how many married nursing Moms can say they got seduced by a 6' 3" rabbit, and at a children's Easter party, no less." Seduced, thought Kyle, with an inward smile. It was a seduction, all right, but just who seduced who was far from firmly settled. 15 Months Earlier Kyle Wheaton grinned widely as he watched the little red-haired 4 year old girl run with unabashed joy to the open arms of her smiling mother. "Mama! Mama! The Easter bunny gave me jelly beans for my eggs!" "That's great, Lizzie," her mother told her. "Did you give him all the eggs you found?" "Yes, Mama! He's a nice bunny" "I'm sure he is, Lizzie. He's surely the biggest bunny we've seen around these parts," her mother said as she looked over at Kyle. When standing, he was well over 8 feet tall when you counted his hard plastic rabbit ears that made up part of the pink and white bunny head he happened to be wearing. A little boy had already taken up residence in the sitting Kyle's lap, offering up the colorful eggs he had found in the early morning egg hunt. He was impatient to trade for the candy that Kyle was exchanging for the Easter eggs. He had been waiting a long time for his turn at the candy trough. The line to visit the "Easter Bunny" had diminished quite a bit since the noon hour, with only a few kids left who were eager to make the exchange for booty. Kyle had to admit that it had been more fun than he had expected. When his wife, the pre-school director, had first asked him if he would play the role of Easter bunny this year, he had quietly groaned inside. His mind immediately had shifted into 'find a plausible excuse' mode. Unfortunately for Kyle, his wife had cunningly chosen the timing of her request to coincide with the presentation of her silk panty-clad ass while changing clothes in their bedroom walk-in closet. Kyle, like all the generations of straight men before him, followed the time honored tradition, stared, and fell prey to the real 'sacred feminine', thus failing to respond in any fashion in an appropriate time frame. Kyle was trapped once again in the estrogen haze. Monica, knowing full well that she had got him again, slowly straightened up, turned, and sweetly kissed him on the cheek. The "carrot" had been offered. "Thanks, honey. I really didn't know who to get this year to play the role now that the Simpson's boy moved away." Sensing there may be a sensual reward for his albeit reluctant acceptance, Kyle reached around his wife's hips and playfully cupped the cheeks of her butt in his large hands. Grinning at her, he began to knead her firm fleshy globes lovingly. He was about to inquire into her current state of horniness and free time when she once again fired one of her exasperated verbal broadsides full into him. "Damn it, Kyle, must you always act like a rutting buck. I'm glad you're going to help with the party, but my gratitude doesn't mean you get to ride me whenever it suits you...." 'Ouch', thought Kyle, there went the "stick." It actually felt more like a spiked club. The 'Ouch' thought was quickly followed by an unsaid 'Well, fuck you too, baby." There are defining moments in life, during which the previously unthinkable, in the blink of an eye, becomes the possible. In Kyle's case, the possible lasted but a nanosecond, swiftly moving on to a cold resolved absolute. You see, as far as Kyle knew, rutting bucks actually got laid periodically, and Kyle wasn't convinced that woodland does experienced the myriad physical and mental ailments that seemed to afflict Monica on a daily basis, especially after the bed sheets got turned down every night. How long had it been? Try as he might, Kyle couldn't remember the last time he and Monica had made love, and he supposed that really said it all. He was having trouble remembering the last time he had even tried to initiate sex. Repeated rejections must have a way of fogging the memory, he supposed. Pissed to the gills, but determined not to let Monica see his disappointment once again, Kyle released his hold on her ass and turned to retrieve the clothes he planned to wear. It seemed as if frost had just invaded the air in the closet. After twenty years, Kyle Wheaton had just resolved to never again pass up an opportunity to experience the extra-marital sexual favors of willing nubile women. Monica's feminine radar had also picked up the subtle change in the closet air. It made her uncomfortable, and was something she had never truly felt before. Uneasiness began to settle over her. Time for some damage control. "Kyle, you know this isn't a good time, honey. I have work to finish right now." "It's OK, Babe, you go do what you gotta do." "Maybe later, huh, Kyle. Tonight, after the kids go to sleep..." "Sure, Monica, later on tonight." But, as usual, later that night stretched into the next day, then the next week, until Monica had completely forgotten her heated closet rejection of Kyle. Meanwhile, Kyle emerged from the closet that day everything but gay. After almost twenty years of being faithful to one woman, Kyle's heart, mind, and genitals were suddenly open for new business. A few weeks later, Kyle found himself sweating his ass off inside a heavy fur bunny suit. It gets plenty hot and humid in East Texas in early April. The outdoors Easter party was just starting to wind down and Kyle was beginning to think of the shower he would soon be taking down in the basement level of the school. He had started out the day in shorts and a T-shirt under the bunny suit, but even that set of clothes had become drenched in sweat by mid afternoon. At one point, Kyle had quietly slinked off to his downstairs lair to change into a fresh T and remove his shorts, choosing to finish the last hours in just his boxers. He had even considered going buck naked under the suit, but visions of the cops hauling his "alleged pedophile" ass off to jail made him reconsider that ill-conceived plan. He was probably taking enough risk as it was in this day and age. So, only slightly more comfortable than before, Kyle sat in his stifling bunny suit and exchanged candy for colorful hard-boiled eggs from the line of excited children. However, it was far from all bad. Kyle did realize one very positive aspect of the anonymity of being clad in the fur suit and mammoth plastic bunny head. The mothers tended to forget there was a man inside that suit, and so Kyle got to stare at and study all of the lovely women for as long as he wanted without their becoming flustered or annoyed. He also got to learn about who was breastfeeding, who turned 30 or God forbid, 40, who was getting a boob job or starting to experience hot flashes, and who was getting or considering a divorce. Some of the information was well worth filing away, while much of it was more than any man could ever need or want. I mean, come on, how's a guy supposed to remember the really important stuff like Hank Aaron's lifetime batting average with his head all filled up with that feminine trivia.... Kyle had noticed one 30-something Mom talking to several friends while waiting for her young daughter to complete the egg exchange. She was rhythmically pushing and pulling on an infant stroller in which slept a 4 or 5 month old baby. He recognized her from other school events, but had never been introduced to her. During the conversations she was having with her friends, Kyle had heard her companions call her Leigh. Kyle had also noticed that Leigh had been glancing over at him (the bunny, that is) off and on throughout the morning party. He had chalked it up to her curiosity over who was portraying the rabbit this year, or how her young daughter was fairing with the egg swap. However, as Kyle watched from within his costume head, Leigh turned to one of the other Moms, touched her lightly on the shoulder, and spoke briefly to her in a questioning manner. The other woman laughed, pointed at Kyle, and told Leigh something that caused her to smile broadly. Her friend then herded the children around her, including Leigh's daughter, took possession of Leigh's baby stroller, and rolled off to her Suburban with the entire pint-sized entourage in tow. Kyle had just enough time to ponder what was going on with these two when a significantly heavier weight flopped firmly onto his lap. Along with that soft weight came a pleasing warmth and the light scent of perfume. "Hiya, Bugs! Mind if I get my picture taken on your lap? Got any jelly beans left for a secret admirer." Next thing he knew, she was twisting around in his lap and peering into the two big eyeholes of his bunny head. Thank you, God, thought Kyle, for delivering this angel straight to my perspiring loins. "Hi there, Kyle. Carrie told me it was you under all that fur. Aren't you getting hot in there?" Oh Leigh, if only you knew how perceptive that was... "Hold still for a minute, Kyle. I asked the photographer to capture this Kodak moment." "OK, Leigh, and you can tell him to take his time and get it right" Leigh gave him a puzzled look for a brief moment, maybe due to his response, maybe over the fact that he called her by name, but then laughed and turned her attention back to the photographer. Kyle had been through this all morning, so he absentmindedly rested his 'paw' on her hip as he had done with the kids to make sure they were lined up right. While waiting for the photographer to set the shot, Kyle unintentionally began patting the right cheek of her jeans covered ass. Leigh sat stock still when she felt the first caress, and Kyle suddenly realized what he was doing might not be appreciated. "Uhh, Leigh..." Before he could stammer out much of an apology, Leigh began a slow grind of her ass in the central core of his lap. Hot as he was in the fur suit, Kyle began to feel his cock stir, and the sensuous rolling of her hips quickly brought him to semi-hard in seconds. She had to be able to feel his rapidly forming erection. He was sure she was toying with him now, but he was also aware that she was about to sense the full effect of her teasing play. He was at full hard a few heartbeats later. "My, My, aren't you just a nasty rabbit" Leigh whispered back at him. "Shame on you for pronging a married woman just trying to get her picture taken with the Easter bunny." His cock was in pain, mashed under the weight of her butt as it was, but she gave him relief by opening her thighs and allowing the massive furry bulge to emerge in the vee of her crotch. "How's that, baby. Feel better now?" she inquired. "Yes, Leigh, that does the trick." Kyle said as he heard the shutter of the 35mm SLR taking the full frontal shot of him and Leigh. Oh, Christ, he thought, she must look like she's birthing a Yeti. Before he could say anything else, Leigh slowly turned around in his lap, looked at him through the eyeholes and whispered, "Interested in putting that swelling to good use?" "Absolutely, Leigh!" "Got anyplace in mind?" Kyle thanked his lucky stars as he remembered he was on his own until 6 when the bunny suit was due back at the costume rental shop. "Leigh, do you know where the unisex changing room is in the basement of this school. The one with the large tiled shower stall." "Sure, baby. You want to fuck me in a basement bathroom?" Was that hitch in her voice excitement, or was she just disbelieving and disappointed in him for not picking a classier trysting spot.... "Uhh, Leigh...that's where I need to shower and change my clothes first...then we can go anyw..." "Oh, I see, Kyle" she said with a fair dose of pout in her voice. "I thought you might strip me down there and make me do really nasty things where no one could hear me or help me." Oh my, thought Kyle, this is an interesting turn of events. Time to test the waters... "Leigh, you go on down to the basement. I'll be down in 15 minutes. When I get there, I want to see your hands working yourself over inside your panties. I want you primed and ready." "Oh my God! Kyle! I can't just....what if someone..." "I want you good and wet, baby. And I'm going to watch you bring yourself off before I even touch that beautiful body." Kyle suddenly remembered the infant in the stroller. "Are you lactating, Leigh?" "Kyle, that's embarrassing, how can you ask....." "Leigh, tell me. Are you nursing?" "Yes," came back to him in a quiet, subdued voice. "Wonderful, Leigh, cause I love the taste of breast milk. Before I get down there, I want you to take a few minutes from jilling yourself, squeeze those heavy jugs, and get your milk to let down." "Oh, sweetheart, I don't know if I'm ready for this..." "You're wasting time, baby. We've got a long afternoon ahead of us. Off you go now. I'll be down shortly...." Kyle let a good 15 minutes go by before venturing into the basement lockers of the school. Not quite sure of what he might find, he paused before the door to the lockers and listened. Nothing. Not a sound. Kyle slowly pushed open the door and quietly strode into the locker room. As he rounded the corner of the wall partition that kept the locker room activity out of view from the hallway, he was greeted by a scene out of one of his most cherished fantasies. Leigh was sitting on the locker room bench, her long legs straddling the thick piece of polished wood. She had rolled down her jeans, which were still looped around one of her ankles and spread out on the floor. One hand was alternately supporting and squeezing a bra-covered heavy breast, while the other was firmly planted inside the front of her white cotton panties, vigorously masturbating her rapidly lubricating cunt. Her head was thrown back, exposing her slender throat, and her eyes were tightly closed. Moaning deeply, Leigh was grinding her panty covered ass in a slow circular motion on the surface of the bench. Kyle had never seen anything so blatantly erotic or so incredibly beautiful in all his 40 years. For the moment, he was content to watch her dance solo, but she sensed a presence, and startled briefly until she saw it was him. She then smiled and stared directly into his eyes, laser-locking their gazes together. Leigh opened her mouth and drew her hand from her crotch, the elastic band of her panties snapping shut against her soft belly. With her eyes never leaving his penetrating gaze, she drew her hand up to her open mouth and sucked in her cream-coated fingers. Kyle could see her tongue working as she licked her musky fingers clean. "Ummm, Kyle, I taste good today! Want to try some?" "Squeeze your breasts for me, baby" Kyle said, deflecting her question for the moment. Leigh, pouting slightly, whined "They're pretty tender, honey, and full. I usually feed.." "Show me how full and ripe you are, Leigh. I promise you won't be disappointed later." Leigh gave him a slightly embarrassed smile, but brought both hands to the front closure of her bra. Popping the clasp, she released her full breasts from the confining cups. Tossing the bra aside, she was soon cupping both swollen breasts in her own grip. From her earlier fondling, she knew it wouldn't take much kneading to get her milk flowing freely, especially with how engorged she was. A few soft rhythmic contractions of her tits from base to nipple brought forth the expected white explosion from the darkened dimples of her round areoles. She heard sensuous moaning, and was startled to realize it was coming from her own throat. Kyle watched, fascinated, while she self-manipulated her heavy jugs, gently grunting each time a new milk gland erupted. He unzipped the heavy fur costume and stepped out of it, quickly losing his soaked T-shirt and boxers in the process. He was swollen to full hardness and beginning to leak clear pre-cum from his hyper-inflated glans. Kyle said, " Leigh, look what you've created, baby." Leigh opened her eyes and stared at Kyle's crotch. Her eyes registered disbelief before traveling up his hairy chest to lock with his own deep blue orbs. He stared back intently and smiled easily at her. Her belly rippled and she groaned deeply one last time as her manipulated nipples' floodgates burst open and warm streams of her thin milk shot across the space separating them, splattering Kyle from his navel to his knees. Kyle felt his groin muscles contract at the sensation of the warm milk hitting his crotch. His cock surged to full length, and a huge blob of clear seminal fluid bubbled from the head of his dick. He watched in amazement as the pre-cum blossomed, elongated, and then finally hung from the end of his cock in a long viscous string. Leigh hadn't missed the effect her milk shower had on Kyle either. She scooted her ass forward on the bench, and dropped to her knees directly in front of Kyle's throbbing shaft and bloated balls. Dipping her head, she opened her mouth wide and climbed his thighs with her hands as her mouth devoured the suspended seminal offering. She completed the sensuous act by engulfing his glans in the warm confines of her cheek. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, making sure the nerve endings in his cockhead stayed on fire. Kyle placed his hands on the sides of her head and backed himself out of her sucking mouth. Looking down at her, he began to slide downward towards the floor. Leigh stopped him by exerting pressure on his muscular thighs with her gripping hands. "I want to taste you, baby, lick your swollen little clit until you scream for mercy" Kyle told her. "Later, stud...you're going to fuck me, right? I mean, here, now" "You bet, hon! Are you OK, having second thoughts?" "Shit, no, Kyle! It's just....I better suck your most fertile load out with my mouth and not my..." "Ahhh, you're not on any birth control right now. I see what.." Leigh interrupted him, "Haven't had any need lately, but I'm not going to let it stop what we've started here. I just want to lower the odds a little further" The Easter Party Tryst "No problem, honey, now let's put that pretty mouth of yours to good use" Leigh opened wide and once again allowed Kyle to lay his hard shaft on the flat of her tongue. She partially curled her pointed organ to conform to the curvature of his cock, closed her mouth gently, and began bobbing towards, then away from his hard belly. Rounding her lips, she formed the perfect suction and began to pump him in earnest strokes. Kyle began to chant 'Suck it, baby' like a horny Franciscan monk, while at the same time enfolding his strong hands in the thick curls of her dark mane of hair. He could tell from her technique that she hadn't had much experience sucking cock, but it proved all the sweeter that she was willing to perform it on him. She began to concentrate on his plump glans while jacking his long shaft with one hand and rolling his testicles with her other. As he drew closer to the moment of truth, he felt his balls begin to elevate towards his body. Leigh began to pump him faster and faster, using both hands while swirling her tongue like a Spitfire propeller. He started rocking his pelvis harder, jamming his massive tool to the back of her throat and triggering her gag reflex. Leigh released him from the confines of her mouth, sputtering slightly. "Easy sweetheart, I'm not used to that kind of prodding. Do you want to come on my tits?" "No, Leigh. I want your mouth. I want to watch you swallow my seed, baby" "Kyle, I don't...I've never done that...not even for my husband" "But you want to, don't you, baby? You want a nice, thick helping of Kyle's genes in your belly,....and you won't have to worry about a pregnancy later. Come on, sweetie, I promise I don't taste that bad....you can even share my cum with me after, if you want..." She inclined her head forward once again and took him in. Pre-cum was freely flowing now and she licked up the clear fluid before putting her tongue tip at the source of his well. She began jacking him again while lightly scratching his ball sac with her manicured fingernails. Suddenly, Kyle's ejaculatory muscles convulsed and a flood of semen pulsed down his tube and shot past Leigh's sucking lips to splatter on the roof of her mouth. Her lips encircled his girth tightly, and she braced herself for the hot blasts to come. She got several as he came forcefully, asshole and ejaculatory muscles contracting violently as he filled the cavity of this nearly oral virgin. Leigh swallowed several times, quickly downing the warm results of her sensual efforts. Slowly, they both returned to the present. Leigh was licking her lips to clear away any residual come while Kyle began wondering if his balls would ever descend back into his loosening sac skin. "You were right, sweetie, you do taste pretty good, and you sure gave me a mouthful. It's a good thing that didn't end up deep in my pussy." "Come on up here, Leigh" Kyle said as he grasped her arms and helped her to her full height. Once she was belly to belly with him, he tilted her chin upward, and brought his mouth down softly onto hers. She opened wide to accept him. Kyle used his tongue to sweep her teeth, then initiated a playful tongue duel with her until they both groaned and felt his cock begin to thicken and elongate against her belly. Leigh giggled like a schoolgirl as she felt him becoming more aroused by the minute. "Gee, Kyle," she teased, "I guess this means that you must like me, huh?" Kyle wordlessly pushed Leigh back from his chest, moved slightly to one side of her, and looped one arm low across her back, gripping her under her armpit. With his other arm, he reached down and slid it under her soft ass cheeks, effortlessly lifting her high up to his chest level. They were both startlingly aware of the pressure his hands were exerting on the sides of her breast and hip. She swiveled her head to look him in the eyes. "What?" was all she asked. "Let's get us cleaned up some, Leigh. What d'ya say?" Leigh didn't answer him verbally. She simply rested her head on his upper chest and nodded her passive assent. Kyle carried her to the tiled shower room while she gently kissed him repeatedly on the chest, every so often nipping lightly at his tightly contracted right nipple. The sensations electrified him and sent instant throb signals to his now fully restored cock. He carried her to the shower room and gently set her feet on the floor. Leigh looked down and smiled once again at the sight of his massive erection. Stepping close to him, she pushed her abdomen into his crotch and rubbed herself all over his lower belly. Kyle turned on the faucets and got a hard driving cascade of warm water flowing over them. Standing in front of him, Leigh brought her arms together causing her heavy breasts to merge at the center of her chest. Her hands went to work on his thick shaft. A few water-slickened strokes later, Kyle was at full attention and panting in lust for this woman's body. Leigh knew from their earlier activity that Kyle's cock was huge by normal standards, but she was still shocked to find him jutting far beyond the grip of both of her hands. His engorged cockhead was only slightly smaller than one of her tight fists. Kyle placed his hands under her breasts and used his thumbs to press and circle her thick, dark nipples. Leigh groaned deeply in her chest, and felt her still swollen boobs pulse several hot jets of milk from her aroused paps. At the same time, she felt her uterus tug with several strong contractions, and her breath was virtually sucked from her lungs. "Kyle, baby, come inside me, sweetie...I want you in me, now!...C'mon, baby, fill mama's hot little pussy all up..." Kyle was more than ready to give Leigh what she so desperately wanted. He grabbed her wrists and made her give up the grasp she had on his cock. He placed her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. She watched him intently, wondering where this was all going. Kyle stooped slightly, reached down, hooked his strong hands behind her knees, and lifted her feet from the wet tile floor. He opened her smooth thighs, and hooked her knees over the pelvic bones of his hips. Grabbing a cheek of her ass in each hand, he lowered her down until his cock shaft was nestled along her perineum and splitting open the crack of her butt. Leigh grunted softly a few times, and then took up partial support of her own weight by hugging him around the neck. Her leaking breasts were firmly pressed into his hairy, muscular chest. After a few seconds of staring into each other's intense eyes, Kyle asked her to raise her ass up a bit. She did as he requested, and Kyle pulled his hips back until his thick shaft cleared her warm crotch. Holding his heavy cock with one hand, he found the fleshy lips of her slick cunt and used his bulbous cockhead to split her open. He felt her tight opening and lodged the spear-shaped tip of his inflated phallus in her creamy, accepting, cunt mouth. She rose up slightly, again, preparing herself for the stretching she was about to receive. "Kyle, honey..." "Yes" "Kiss me while you fuck me, OK, baby" "My pleasure, hon" Leigh brought her mouth and her cunt down on him at the same time. They frenched each other fiercely, taking turns at first, then battling tongues as the heavy pressure began to build in her widely expanding vaginal canal. Leigh let her weight settle her pussy onto his thick cock. At several points in her slow descent, and in spite of her abundant lubrication, his large shaft refused to slide in any further. She was forced to let up, pull back off him slightly, and then begin her descent once again. Kyle leaned his back against the shower wall, thrusting out his pelvis and holding still. He now had her weight fully supported by his strong thighs, back, and shoulders. Leigh used her gripping calves and knees, and the arms around his neck for her support and leverage. She quickly learned that she could bear down on his cock, then raise herself almost off of him, get a deep breath, and descend once again onto his thick phallic spike. He was stimulating every part of her vaginal anatomy. Her clit was rubbed on every reciprocating stroke, as was the sensitive top wall of her slick tunnel. As she pump-filled her canal fuller and fuller, she began to feel the ache of her uterine mouth being lightly punched by the blunt head of his prick. She winced a little each time, but the pleasure was rolling out of her pussy in crashing waves. Soon she was rhythmically and wantonly humping herself on him with complete abandon, stretched almost obscenely open by his massive girth and length. She was in her own world and building to a big finale fast. She felt a dam burst in her cunt and huffing noises flew from her nose and panting mouth. Head thrown back, she raised herself up one final time, looked him in the eyes, and slowly lowered herself down his iron-hard cock shaft. Kyle smiled broadly at her and winked just before mashing his mouth to hers for a final wet kiss. Leigh came hard, twitching and jerking in orgasm like a possessed marionette. She screamed, flooded his balls with hot fluids, and hung onto him as if he were life itself. When he looked at her face, she was crying softly and murmuring quietly to herself. Gradually, she returned to the present and the reality of where she was and with whom she was fucking. With him still fully lodged in her over-stuffed cunt, she slid her mouth from his and panted hotly in his ear. "I've never felt anything like this before, never been this totally intimate with any man" "Leigh, surely when you conceived your children...." "No, never, Kyle. I never really felt the actual moments of those..." "Then just enjoy it, baby. You feel incredible, molded around me the way you are" "Oh, Kyle, it's your turn now, sweetie. Fuck me deep. Fuck me like you haven't had a woman in months" Kyle smiled inwardly as he reflected on the fact that it may actually have been several months since his last romp with tight-assed Monica. However, Leigh was a woman in as great a need as he, and so Kyle wasted no more energy thinking about past disappointments. Pushing away from the wall tiles, Kyle stood with a wet, spent and very slippery Leigh draped around his hips, neck, and still rock hard dick. He reached for her wet thighs, and lifted her off his pulsing shaft. Leigh sighed deeply as she felt, then heard, the loud sucking slide of his prick as it left her juicy cunt. He lowered her to the floor, but kept his long shaft pinned between himself and her soft belly. For her part, Leigh wobbled a little when her feet hit the floor, but held him tightly to her until she was once again steady on her feet. Looking up at him, Leigh's eyes were all smiles. She caressed his cheek briefly, then giggled as he gripped her womanly hips and spun her around to face the shower's tiled wall. Kyle bent her slightly at the waist, and Leigh planted her feet apart, putting the palms of her hands flat against the wet wall of the shower. Kyle dipped his knees, then got his raging hard-on aligned with the angle of her poised vaginal canal. Touching the protruding lips of her sex with his glans, he leaned over her back and touched her ear lightly with his tongue. "Open yourself up for me, baby" Leigh drew one hand from the wall and plunged it under her splayed crotch. She felt through her fleshy cunt lips and used her fingers to separate the slick folds. Watching her motions from behind, Kyle placed his shaft where she could feel his cockhead seeking the entrance to her body. She grasped his prick, and together they guided him into her drooling opening. She was already stretched and heavily lubricated from their previous joining, so in spite of his size, this time her pussy swallowed his nine inches with little effort. Once firmly joined, she replaced her hand on the shower wall while he began to thrust into her from behind. His easy strokes soon became more and more intense as he started his emotional climb towards release. Kyle, looking downward, watched as his long cock pistoned in and out of her magnificent cunt. Leigh grunted hard, but didn't complain, each time he bottomed out inside her. Kyle saw her anus winking at him with each withdrawal, and rejoiced in the press of her firm buttcheeks mashed up against his belly as he pressed himself deep inside her warm snatch. Leigh knew he was close by the sounds and thrusts he was making, so she helped him, and herself, along with some sensual verbal coaxing. "Come on, baby, do me!! Ohh yeah, that's it, lover! Give mama what she wants....fuck my pussy raw, baby...Give it all to me....shove that big fucking cock in me now. NOW" Kyle felt it starting, and knew it would be a hard one. A Goddamn prostate buster, but he didn't care one bit. He firmly held her wide hips, dipped his pelvis one last time, buried his considerable length in her warm, well-lubed cunt, and held completely still. He could feel her vaginal walls milking him just before his own ejaculatory muscles began to burn and pulse. His seminal eruption soon began in earnest. Leigh had never felt such a deep penetration. She was now awed by the pulsing contractions of the male organ embedded in her pussy. The first pulses of his ejaculation were intense and copious, and he wondered where it could all be going inside her. Soon after, it seemed a steady flow of his male fluids just slowly poured from him into her body. As he withdrew slightly, he saw the telltale signs of creamy fluids and white foam seep past the firm connection of her nether lips around his broad shaft. Leigh had been inhaling breath for so long without an exhalation that Kyle began to get concerned. He stroked her belly gently, cooing for her to "Breathe, baby, breathe." As she settled down, she reached back between her open legs and felt the viscous, seeping results of their intense union. Her eyes widened a bit, as she had not expected such fluid volumes as this, especially since she had suckled him to fulfillment earlier. She reveled in the residual feelings of his strong body, deep voice, and undeniable masculine smell all assaulting her body at once. Leigh knew with absolute certainty that this was no 'one and done' romp. Receiving pleasure jolts like these to her often neglected sex organs was way too addicting. She knew she would just be deceiving herself if she denied her mind and body regular cum fixes from this inventive lover. His slow withdrawal from her sopping crotch then returned her to thoughts of a possible new pregnancy. Concern and dread danced briefly through her head, but then she realized what was done, was done, and she knew she would have plenty of time for guilt tripping later. But for now, she helped unsheathe herself from him and thought maybe, just maybe, there was a way to minimize the chance of her being knocked up, and even get some additional pleasure from the situation. So she turned around, and coquettishly looked up into his handsome face "Kyle," she softly purred. "Yes, baby" "Remember when you said I could share your cum with you if I wanted to..." * A word about story feedback: Where the fuck is any? Like most authors who submit stories here, I am interested in reader's reactions to my work. To those of you who do not submit work, you would be amazed how many people read the stories vs. how little feedback most authors get. Vote if you so desire, but there are inherent flaws in any voting system, including this one, and vote tallies are of secondary importance to me. I want to know if you love, hate or are indifferent to my stories, and why. To those few readers who have taken the time to give me their thoughts, thanks a bunch. Your feedback is greatly appreciated. And a parting shot to authors who pander for "5" votes: For God's sake, knock it off. Ragnarok