1 comments/ 10642 views/ 7 favorites Elaina and Kayla Pt. 01 By: katiegray After the four-hour drive to Washington, DC, Elaina slid gratefully out of the car. Traffic on Interstate 95 was always terrible; she didn't know how she had been so lucky today. Before reaching into the back seat of the car to pick up her bag, she stopped for a moment to look at the house where she would be staying this weekend. It was a simple row house, red brick just like many others up and down the street in this working-class neighborhood. A part of her would have preferred to stay in a hotel for her three-day conference, but Kayla had offered her spare bedroom. The house was just a few miles from the conference center, and it sure beat spending $400 extra on lodging for a conference she didn't even want to go to. These were the struggles of the self-employed. If she worked for a big corporation, they would pay all her bills and put her up in nice hotels without question. But then again, she would have to follow someone else's rules. Elaina and Kayla had only seen each other in person a handful of times since high school. They usually sat together and drank wine at reunions. They kept up on social media. Elaina always enjoyed Kayla's dirty sense of humor, and she definitely admired her husband, a cop with a fantastic body and serious-but-naughty demeanor. She liked them both, but staying in someone's home was such an intrusion, even if she had known Kayla for decades. Kayla and Elaina had traveled in the same friend group then, even if they weren't besties. There were a core group of about four or five girls who slept over at each other's houses, went to homecoming and prom together, and talked about sex a lot. Kayla, who aspired to be an actress, used to enjoy faking loud, vocal orgasms. It was something she often did at the lunch table or at parties. Elaina had been very shy back then, and Kayla's outbursts had made her very uncomfortable. But things had changed. They were grownups now. She was sure Kayla had moved beyond the screaming-orgasm method of getting attention. Elaina grabbed her bag out of the car and headed up the front walkway. Kayla must have seen her drive up, because the front door opened on cue and her old friend stood there, smiling. "You look great," Elaina said. "Blonde again?" Kayla did her best cheerleader-style hair toss. "What do you think? You, too, can have this color!" Elaina laughed. "No, I can't. I'm Mexican and Apache, remember? I'd look like a man in drag if I went blonde." Elaina ran a hand over her slicked-back black hair in its standard workday ponytail, as if she were showing off a fancy haircut. "Get in here, you whore!" Kayla said. Elaina laughed. Some things never changed. Kayla had always had a way of hurling insults so that they sounded affectionate and wonderful. She would rather be called a whore by Kayla than a 'sweetie' by just about anyone else. Kayla wrapped her arms around Elaina as soon as she crossed the threshold. "Damn, look at you. You just don't age." Kayla ran her arms up and down Elaina's back and arms. "And you're hard as a rock. What do you do, work out 50 hours a day?" "It's part of the job," Elaina said, blushing. She taught yoga and dance, and spent any spare time she had in the garden. Her life had made her toned and supple. Kayla, on the other hand, was rounded and curvy. She had large breasts and an ample bottom, and she clearly enjoyed her shape: she always wore clothes that accentuated her cleavage, and showed off her derriere to advantage. Kayla took Elaina's bag and showed her to the guest room, a beautifully decorated lavender-and-white room with its own private bath. "I hope you like it," Kayla said. "It's better than some impersonal hotel. And cheaper! "Hey, listen, I know you are tired. I am going to go downstairs and put a little snack together and pour some wine. Whenever you are ready, that's where I'll be. If you need a nap or anything, that's cool, I'll see you later. But I'm still going to drink the wine." "No," Elaina said. "I'll be down in a few minutes. I'd like to shower after that trip. I had to stop and pee at a few disgusting gas stations and I'd like to get that memory off me. Where is Mark?" "Hubby's at work," she said. "Stopping bad guys. He should be home soon, but you never know. Things come up. Stupid thugs, killing each other, and spoiling my plans. I've learned not to wait on him. And not to worry." Elaina wasn't quite sure she believed that Kayla didn't worry about her husband, but she was sure she had found a way to cope. Kayla slipped out the door and padded downstairs in her bare feet. Elaina headed to the bathroom and stripped off her travel clothes. She stepped into the shower and rinsed the dust of a few hundred miles out of her hair. As it became wet, the long, black curtains of hair cascaded around her. The ends of her hair reached her small, pink nipples. One of her old boyfriends had loved it when she was straddling him and the hair fell around them, shrouding their faces in a tent of hair. He used to call it the Elaina cave. He had loved it, but he hadn't loved it enough to stay with her. She pushed the thought out of her mind. That had been ages ago, and she didn't want to think about him now. She shampooed her hair, noticing that Kayla had stocked the shower with some high-end bath products. There were bottles of expensive shampoo, some kind of exotic lavender soap, and a cream she didn't recognize. She picked it up and looked at the label. It was called "Make me cum." Clit sensitizer. Curious, she looked at the jar. "For intense orgasms. Apply to clit 10-15 minutes before sex." The jar appeared brand-new. Hmm. She twisted off the cap, and the inner seal was still unbroken. She knew she ought to put it back, but it was here in the shower, as if for use by the guest in the guest bedroom. What the hell. If Kayla was planning to use it, she'd buy her another one. Elaina popped off the safety seal and scooped out a dab, gently rubbing it on her clit. Just the idea of the clit sensitizer, plus touching herself, had her a little turned-on already. True, she had no one to have sex with, but she always had her own hands. She stepped out of the shower, feeling a little reinvigorated with the idea of what was about to come. She towel-dried her hair and combed it out. Out of curiosity, she opened the vanity drawers. Hair dryer. Spare toilet paper. Extra towels. And there, in the last drawer, was a brand-new vibrator still in its package. With a note taped on. "Elaina, Help yourself, Kayla." "Wow," Elaina said. Just looking at the vibrator got Elaina a little bit turned on. It was about nine inches long, hot pink, and made of delightfully squishy silicone. Batteries included, the package said. No longer analyzing, Elaina took the package and opened it. In another person's house, she might have been worried about what they would think—but this was clearly a gift for her. Like some folks might leave chocolates for a guest, Kayla had left her a vibrator. This was the same girl who had faked loud orgasms at the lunch table in school, after all. The vibrator felt wonderful in her hands, with just the right amount of give on the exterior. Elaina looked at herself in the mirror. Long sheets of Indian-straight hair hung down to her breasts. Lithe muscles moved under her skin. Small, firm breasts, pink nipples pointing forward. She flipped the vibrator on to the lowest speed, and when she heard the noise, she felt the familiar opening and lengthening in her pussy. She touched the head of the vibe to the soft, short hair over her pubic bone and worked it around, getting closer to the spot over her clit. Once she got there, she pressed the vibe down harder, but still over the labia, just warming herself up. She moved it around in circles until she started to get hot. Then she took her free hand and played with her breasts, watching in the mirror as she pinched and rubbed her nipples. They quickly responded, growing erect and hard between her fingers. She held one nipple between her thumb and middle finger, and flicked the index finger over it fast, then moved to the other nipple and did the same, back and forth. And her cunt began to tingle. She parted her pussy lips with her hand, and slid the vibrator onto her clit. The sensation was so overpowering that she had her first orgasm almost immediately, and she watched as her back arched and the muscles in her belly showed against her skin, and everything inside contracted. It was good, but it was just the beginning. She propped her leg up on the side of the tub and slid the vibe down to her pussy. She slipped it in, just the first inch, teasing herself as she came down from the first orgasm. In, out, in out. No man had the discipline to give her so little in real life, but if he did, she would be begging him to fuck her. She rocked her pelvis back and forth, struggling between the desire to take the whole thing in, and to build her pleasure a little longer. Finally, desire won out. She plunged the full length of the vibrator into her pussy, and cried out with delight. "Oh!" She said in surprise. Not letting it linger there, she moved it in and out, slowly at first, just enjoying all the sensations. It was buzzing her clit and her G-spot at the same time, and the sense of fullness inside made her roll her head back and moan. She moved the vibrator around a little, side-to-side, up and down. Never taking her eyes off herself in the mirror, watching the hot pink fake cock slide in and out of her throbbing, pussy. She was red with wanting. "Mmm, mmm," she moaned. "Oh, my God." She decided to crank the vibrator up to the medium setting. The pulsing vibrations rocked through her core, and she began pumping harder, until she could hear the vibrator slapping in and out of her wet pussy. Although it took a lot of discipline, she pulled it all the way out and slammed it all the way back in, so that she could feel the full length of it all entering her every time. She loved the wet sounds it made as it came in and out, faster and faster now. She could barely keep focused on herself in the mirror, because she kept tilting her head back, but she could see the juices dripping out of her pussy and running over her hand. She lifted her fingers to her face and licked a little off—salty, like the ocean. She clicked the vibe up to its highest setting, and pumped as fast as she could go. The muscles stood out on her arm as she went, no longer trying to take it all the way out and in, but trying to go as deep and fast as she could. "Oooooh, ooooh," she cried, and her legs were getting so weak she couldn't manage standing up anymore, so she sank to her knees and pumped, switching hands so she could keep up the same pace. She rocked her hips forward and back, riding that vibrator for all it was worth. Finally, the muscles in her pussy contracted in waves, one after another. More juices flowed down out of her cunt and over her hand, hot and thick. Her back arched, her toes curled, her hips shot forward and her head went back, and an "Ooooh, God, yessss," escaped her lips. She let the vibrator slide out of her cunt and turned it off. It was covered in her wetness, top to bottom. She had even made a little puddle on the floor. No problem. She let the waves of her continuing orgasm wash over her. Little by little, she began to realize she was on her knees, on the floor, straddling a puddle of her own cum. She tossed her hair. She felt like a lioness. Ready to roar. Awake, aware, alive. After a few more minutes of just sitting and being, she began to come back to herself. She threw the vibe in the sink. Slowly picked herself up off the floor. She stepped back in the shower and rinsed all her juices off, and then washed the vibrator. Elaina combed out her hair again, leaving it to air dry loose around her shoulders. She put on a simple, white linen shift dress she had in her bag. She didn't bother with a bra or panties. She just didn't care about them right now. With a smile on her face, she slid out of her room and down the stairs, where she found Kayla waiting with a glass of wine and a knowing, sly look on her face. "So, I heard you found my gift," she said. To be continued... Elaina and Kayla Pt. 02 Elaina combed out her hair again, leaving it to air dry loose around her shoulders. She put on a simple, white linen shift dress she had in her bag. She didn't bother with a bra or panties. She just didn't care about them right now. With a smile on her face, she slid out of her room and down the stairs, where she found Kayla waiting with a glass of wine and a knowing, sly look on her face. "So, I heard you found my gift," she said. Elaina nodded and smiled. "Best present ever for the weary traveler." "Oh no," Kayla said. "I have an even better gift in mind. But from what I heard, you are going to need a few minutes to recover." She put the glass of wine in Elaina's hand and said with a wink, "Drink up, old friend." Two glasses of red later, the women sat with their bare feet propped up on the coffee table between them. "Remember that sleepover at Karen's house?" Kayla said. "I brought that book about masturbation, and I thought you were about to call your mom to go home." "We were thirteen," Elaina said. "You were so uptight back then. I'm glad to see you've grown up a little." Elaina looked at Kayla for a long time. "It was different for me. Your parents were European. They were so frank about everything. My mom was practically born in the age before Christ, and her parents were religious freaks into the mix. It's a wonder she let me go out at all." Kayla returned her friend's long stare. "I know. Like I said, I'm glad you've grown up. And a beautiful woman you've grown into, too. Look at you! Skinny as a rail and bendy as a willow tree." "The boobs are still tiny," Elaina said, cupping one small, firm breast in her hand. Kayla shrugged and lifted one of her large, heavy breasts with her free hand. "Trust me, big boobs can be more of a pain than the hype would lead you to believe." "So what made you decide to leave that toy for me? And why put it in the drawer?" Kayla's eyes snapped to Elaina's face again and her look changed. It was playful, but serious, gauging. "I wanted to see what you would do—I wanted to see if you were still uptight Elaina. If I had left it on the bedside table, uptight Elaina would have packed up and walked out right then. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But if I put it in the bathroom drawer, then you would have had to be poking around to find it in the first place, which is a little less uptight. And if you didn't want to use it, you could just pretend you didn't see it. No problem." "But I used it." "And used it well, from what I could hear down here." "I'm sorry," Elaina started— "Don't ever apologize for having a good orgasm for God's sake! Do you know, how many women can't do that, never have done that, or think it's somehow wrong to do that? And besides, it was kind of a turn-on sitting down here listening to you up there. I almost felt like joining you." Kayla's eyes ran over Elaina in a way she was used to seeing from men. And she kind of liked it. "Any word from Mark?" Elaina asked, setting her empty wine glass on the table and picking up one of Kayla's naked feet. She started to massage the ball of her foot gently, struck by how much smaller and softer the woman's foot was than a man's. Kayla sank back into the sofa and let Elaina work on her foot. "No news is good news." "So he could be home any time?" Elaina tried to keep her voice neutral. Like it didn't matter one way or another. But she couldn't fool Kayla, ever. "Are you worried about seeing him?" Kayla asked, looking genuinely perplexed. "I thought you liked him." "I do—I like him a lot. I just, oh, never mind." She refocused her mental energy on the foot massage. Kayla smiled slyly. "Remember my fourteenth birthday sleepover? You and me and Laura and Mary. We drank Wild Turkey from my father's liquor cabinet. We sat naked in the sauna. Well, everyone but you was naked." "I got there eventually." "No, you kept your panties on the whole time. I remember. Then everyone ran out of the sauna and into the snow, buck naked, just like they do in Sweden. Except you were still in your panties." "Well, I'm not wearing any now." Kayla put her wine glass down. "Now that is something I'd like to see." Elaina smiled and shifted Kayla's foot out of the way so she could change the way she was sitting, giving Kayla a clear view up her short skirt. Her friend smiled, but didn't laugh. "You give a damn good foot rub," Kayla said. Why don't you come over here and see if there's anything else you'd like to rub. Elaina let go of Kayla's foot and scooted closer to her on the sofa. She brought a hand to the blonde's small, doll-like face, and traced the back of her finger down her cheekbones, across her jaw line, along her lip, then down her chin, to her neck. She leaned over and kissed the spot on her neck right between collarbone and jaw, and when she could feel Kayla's quickening pulse under her lips, she parted them and let her tongue explore the sensitive white neck. Kayla's head arched back and she brought a hand to Elaina's thigh, working her smooth hands gently up the outer thigh and down the inner thigh. She moved in circles, higher and higher, until her fingers brushed the soft, short hair of her cunt. Elaina breathed in sharply, a soft, triple-breath in. It was the first time any other woman had touched her there. She moved her lips from Kayla's neck to her mouth, kissing her softly at first, but as Kayla's hand kept moving under her dress, massaging her ass cheeks and teasing her pussy, she kissed harder, and eventually slipped her tongue into Kayla's mouth. Kayla wrapped her hand around Elaina's, and placed it on one large breast. It was so much larger than Elaina's little, round, firm tits that she stopped kissing for a moment to look at it. Then the returned her tongue to Kayla's waiting mouth and began rubbing the nipple through her thin, black dress. Once she started to feel the nipple hardening under her hand, she lifted it out of the dress and freed the breast. Elaina lowered her mouth to it and sucked on it, looking at Kayla as she did. And Kayla was definitely looking back. Kayla slid her finger between Elaina's pussy lips, and both women inhaled sharply. Elaina was still super-sensitive from the Make-me-Cum cream, and Kayla's fingers knew exactly what to do. "Oh, my God," Elaina sighed as her friend rubbed her finger over her clit. Elaina moved to straddle Kayla, and pulled off the blonde's shirt. Kayla's bra was a satin leopard-print. Nice, but in the way. Elaina popped it off and threw it behind the sofa. Elaina ground her hips against Kayla's lap, and Kayla slid two fingers into Elaina's pussy. Elaina could tell how wet she was already. Elaina took one of Kayla's full breasts in her hand, and sucked on the nipple of the other as she ground her wet pussy into her friend's hand. Kayla moved her two fingers in and out, pressing down on Elaina's back wall so that it felt exactly like an enormous cock inside her. Even though she had just come a few minutes ago, it didn't take long before she was moaning and dripping again. "You're so wet," Kayla said. "Are you?" Elaina asked. Although she hated to move her throbbing pussy away, she slipped down onto her knees in front of Kayla, and pushed her thighs open. Elaina snaked herself forward, reaching around Kayla's hips and pulling her crotch down to her face. Kayla wore thin, satin animal-print panties. Elaina kissed Kayla over the underpants, feeling the heat from her friend's cunt. Elaina relaxed back. Watching Kayla's head between her legs. Elaina left the panties on for the moment, kissing and running her tongue over the satin-covered slit. She pressed her nose into Kayla's clit, and that got the blonde to writhe a little, so Kayla slid the panties off, and worked her fingers down into Kayla's soft, blonde hairs. When her fingers slipped through the labia and touched the soft, slick skin of Kayla's cunt, both women shivered. She liked rubbing Kayla's clit, and the unbelievable slickness inside was amazing, but what she really wanted was to bury her tongue in Kayla's vagina. She pulled the lips aside and gently licked at the clit, the way she loved it when men did to her. Just a little, so Kayla could feel the roughness of her tongue. As she began to respond, Elaina pressed harder on the clit, working her tongue all over it. She slipped her fingers inside and spread them apart, sliding them in and out until Kayla arched her back and pushed her hips forward into her face. Then Elaina pushed her tongue as far in as she could, and rubbed her nose against Kayla's clit. She was kind of wishing she had brought the vibrator down, but wasn't about to leave right now to get it, so she worked with her hands, pushing down against the back wall, and with her tongue, trying to find that one white-hot spot every woman had. Meanwhile, Kayla began making some very gratifying noises. Elaina was so horny now that she would have fucked anything, but since both her hands were occupied, she just rolled her hips against the air while Kayla got closer and closer to coming. Elaina dipped her little finger into Kayla's dripping cunt to lube it up, and then slid it into her asshole, which was enough to send the girl over the edge. She started shivering and quivering, and then all the muscles in her cunt contracted. "Oh, oh, oh!" She screamed, and Elaina was briefly reminded of the screaming fake orgasms at the lunch table. Fortunately, she could feel the intense contractions on the inside, or she would be starting to worry. Kayla pressed her head so hard into her cunt that she could hardly breathe, but she didn't mind. She just waited until the fury had passed, and then she relaxed a little, looked up at her friend from the perspective between her legs—blonde mound, round belly, big tits, closed eyes, head to the side. "Well, well, well," A voice said behind her. "Looks like I came home just in time." It was Mark. From where he was standing, he had an excellent view of Elaina's bare ass, exposed under her short skirt. It was also obvious that he had seen everything. Kayla didn't startle at all. Her eyes rolled open a little and she smiled at her husband. Elaina and Kayla Pt. 03 "Well, well, well," A voice said behind her. "Looks like I came home just in time." It was Mark. From where he was standing, he had an excellent view of Elaina's bare ass, exposed under her short skirt. It was also obvious that he had seen everything. Elaina noticed his erection under his dress pants. Kayla didn't startle at all. Her eyes just rolled open a little. "Hubby's home," she said, exhausted. Legs spread wide. She made no effort to move. Elaina was so embarrassed, confused and perplexed, that she started to get up and adjust herself, but Mark covered the distance in surprisingly fast time. In a second, he was over Elaina, who was still on her knees. "Don't be embarrassed," he said. "We had hoped..." He whipped off her little shift dress with one fluid motion, and wrapped himself behind her. He was still wearing his work clothes: dress pants, white shirt and tie, and a scratchy tweed sports jacket. His hips brushed Elaina's naked bottom and she could feel his hardness behind her. Instinct battled with her embarrassment: She had always found Mark so attractive. She had gotten drunk with him on more than one occasion, and always liked the way he looked at her, like a slightly hungry wolf that wasn't quite ready to pounce. Elaina had always thought Kayla was such a lucky woman. And just a moment ago, she had been dripping with desire, but he had just walked in on her and his wife—she did not know what to think. Mark whispered in her ear, "This is the best homecoming I could have hoped for." The feeling of his breath on her ear engaged some primal instinct in Elaina, and she adjusted her body to push her bottom up against his throbbing crotch. He grabbed a handful of her hair at the nape of her neck and used it to pull her gently, but forcefully, back toward him. Mark was only the second man to pull her hair like that, but both times, it had flipped a switch inside her. She was no longer a civilized person with a job and a car and bills to pay, she was an animal and all she wanted was his cock. She could feel his erection through his pants, and she wanted to feel it more, so she rubbed back and forth against him. He stripped off the sport jacket. "Leave the tie on," she said, so he did. He ripped the shirt open and buttons popped off and flew across the room, but the tie stayed on. He undid his belt and shimmied out of his pants, and she could feel his magnificent erection against her bottom. He slipped right into her, easily, grabbing her hips and pulling her back into him so she could hear his balls slapping against her thighs. "Isn't she beautiful?" Kayla said in a throaty whisper. Elaina looked up, and her friend was watching with a feverish expression on her face. "Unbelievable," Mark said. "So hot. Your ass is amazing. I just want to fuck it all day." He brought one of his hands around to the front and found her clit, rubbing her front as he fucked her behind. "Mmmm..." Elaina whimpered. "It's been so long." Mark thrust harder, getting as deep as he could, pulling as far out as he could without losing connection. Each thrust in almost knocked the breath out of Elaina. "Take it," he said, "Take that cock." "Oooh, oh my God! Fuck me faster!" Mark thrust faster, slamming his cock into Elaina. All she could hear were the sounds of slippery wet pussy and balls slapping into her thighs. Her little tits bobbled around, and she arched her head back. "Keep going honey," Kayla said. "I have an idea," Mark said. He rolled Elaina over onto her back on the floor, and spread her legs wide. He got on his knees in front of her, and started fucking her from the front. He motioned Kayla over, and she kneeled down and started sucking on Elaina's nipple. Kayla slid one soft finger down to Elaina's clit, and just held pressure there while Mark kept his nice, fat cock stroking, in and out. Elaina had never felt anything like it before. She looked up and watched Mark fucking her, with his dress shirt torn, but tie still on, and he was so fucking hot. He was a detective, and he totally looked like he could kick anyone's ass. He had a hard look about his face, and a square jaw with dark eyes and five o'clock shadow. His brown chest was feathered with hair, and his abs were strong and defined. And there he was, fucking the shit out of her. From this position, she could see his fat, red cock piercing into her. And there was buxom, round Kayla, with her mouth on her nipple and blonde hair falling all over Elaina's tits. "Ohohoh, that is so fucking good. Don't you fucking stop that," she yelled. Mark responded by thrusting harder and faster. She spread her legs further apart so it felt like each thrust was about to split her open. Mark brought her legs up so her heels were near her shoulders, and Kayla held them there. With the change in position, she could feel every ripple in Mark's beautiful cock, and it seemed like she couldn't take any more, but she wanted it. "Goddamn it, Mark, just keep fucking me!" "You love to get fucked, don't you?" Kayla asked. "You love fucking my husband, don't you?" "Oh my god, yes!" "I love fucking your tight little pussy," Mark said. He changed his pattern from furiously fast to almost all the way in and all the way out, more of a stabbing pattern, so she had the amazing feeling of him entering her over and over again. Her tits bounced up and down, and she could feel a little rug burn on her back from the carpet. Mark pulled his engorged member back so that just the head was still inside her dripping cunt. And he held it there. She tried to jack her hips up toward him, but she could only move so much with Kayla holding her heels up by her head. She looked up at Mark, questioningly. He smiled down at her, that look of hardness in his eyes, little frown lines around his mouth. "Do you like me fucking you?" "Yessss," She hissed. "Do you want me to keep fucking you?" She wriggled her hips, trying to reach up to him. "Yesss." "Then beg me for it," he said. "Please, give me your cock again, Mark." "A little dirtier," he said. "Please shove your massive cock in my pussy again, Mark." "Better." "I want you to fuck me so hard I tear in two. I want you to fuck me until I come all over your dick." "Do you want me to come inside you?" "I want to feel your come explode inside of me and fill me up. I want you to fuck me like a five-dollar whore." Mark and Kayla exchanged looks. "That works for me," he said. He plunged the length of his massive cock back inside Elaina, and if she thought he was good before, this totally changed all perception of what good was. Kayla set her knees behind Elaina's shoulders to keep her from sliding back, and held her ankles just above her shoulders while Mark pounded away at a feverish pace, plunging the whole length of his dick in and out every time. His balls slapped against her ass. She felt like he was about to split her apart, but it felt so good at the same time. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. The waves of orgasm started, and she felt her pussy clenching, starting to milk Mark's member. She started gasping and moaning, and the waves crashed over her. Her little pussy got even tighter, but Mark kept plunging in at a frantic pace. "Oh my goddd..." She cried out, as her whole body started convulsing. Mark kept riding through it, with each stroke, hurting her vagina more and more, but it still felt so good. Her orgasm kept cascading, from one into another, and it seemed she would never finish. Finally, Mark could wait no longer, and he allowed his hot cum to rise and explode into her. She felt the hot jet of his sperm crashing into her cervix and she came again, back bucking and ab muscles convulsing spastically. Every time another wave of cum spewed out of Mark's cock, she convulsed around him again. When he had spent all of his fluid, the little aftershocks in his cock were enough to send Elaina into another wave of orgasm. "She just keeps going," Kayla said, rather amazed. Mark wiggled his cock inside of her, just slightly, and another shockwave rushed over her, and her vagina tightened around him again. "That has to be some kind of world record," he said. "I lost count around like, 10 separate orgasms." He looked down at Elaina, beautiful body spread out on the floor. Kayla released her legs, which Elaina took and wrapped around Mark. Her strong legs held him tight, so he almost couldn't move. Not that he really wanted to at the moment, with her still-convulsing pussy wrapped around his cock. "You are amazing," Elaina said. "That was the best fucking I've ever had." Kayla smiled knowingly. "He has a skill for holding on." "We were hoping this would happen," Mark said, "But we never imagined you'd be so..." "Hot," Kayla finished. Mark ran his hands around her beautiful body, rubbed one nipple and held it. "I think it's going to be a great weekend."