"Oh, I need that so bad," she moaned.

I slipped my hand up her back and then around under her arm to her breast. I started stroking and squeezing her there.

I pulled my mouth away from hers long enough to ask, "How about if I do a little exploring to see what I can find?"

In response, she dropped her hands to my waist and yanked my belt out of the buckle, then reached lower and tore at my zipper.

"You can explore later. Right now I need to be fucked."

I suddenly realized that I was squeezing her boob through a robe, and she clearly had no bra under it. As she frantically pushed my pants and under shorts down I felt an urgent need to find out what else she was wearing, or not wearing, under her robe. I got the answer even as I was forming the question in my mind. With my clothes out of the way she once again thrust against my body, and my cock and abdomen felt naked skin.

I glanced down and saw her arms spread wide, hands clutching the lapels of her robe to expose her entire body to my touch. Then one leg came up off the floor and she hooked her heel behind my thigh.

"FUCK ME!" she demanded hoarsely.

I could feel my balls tightening, and knew I was about to come. I bent my knees, grabbed my cock, and homed in immediately on her juicy hole. I jerked upward with a roar, burying my shaft in her cunt. I didn't stop when I bottomed out, locking my knees and lifting her off the floor.

She screamed. At first I thought I was hurting her, or she was screaming from the shock of being attacked so ferociously. Then I felt her cunt clamping down on me, and knew she was coming. That was all I could take, and I came, too.

Some time later I became aware that I was leaning hard against her, squashing her breasts and trying to push her body into the door. Both her legs were wrapped around me, and my cock was still inside her. I eased back and she brought her hands up around my neck to pull my face down to hers. Two very passionate kisses later she finally spoke.

"Oh GOD, I love that cock. I sure hope there's more where that came from."

I opened my mouth to speak, but my little man spoke first, giving a jerk inside her.

"OH, FUCK, YES!" she growled. "You are incredible. You owe me an hour of that."

"I think that can be arranged," I panted, giving her little humping motions while staying fully buried inside her. "But we're going to have to mix it up with some of that exploration we mentioned earlier.

"Anything," she moaned. "You can take me anyway, anywhere, anyhow. Just take me."

"I seem to remember you have a bed somewhere around here ..."

"Oh, fuck, yes, let's go!"

She pushed me away from her, dropped her robe with a shrug of her shoulders, and grabbed my hand. She was totally naked, which my fuck pole reacted to immediately, but my legs had a problem, with my pants tangled at my ankles.

"Hey, not so fast! I can't move."

"Oops," she giggled, and dropped to her hands and knees.

I couldn't believe what she did next. She started licking my shin while she tore at my pants. I finally suggested I needed my shoes off first, and she pulled my feet up one at a time and yanked them off. Then I was able to step out of my pants, but as I brought the first foot up she grabbed it and ripped off its sock. Still holding my naked foot, she licked and kissed from my toes to my ankle. I finally pulled that foot free so I could balance on it while extricating the other from my clothes, and she repeated the process there. I felt like I was being "loved" by a very friendly dog. Indeed, this puppy was even growling and wagging its tail.

I reached down and grabbed her ass cheek with one hand while balancing against the door with the other. "Get your ass into the bedroom before I grab your feet and fuck you upside down right here."

She moaned, kissed her way quickly up my calf and thigh, sucked my cock into her mouth, and then, still in one smooth motion, let it slip back out of her mouth as she stood up. She grabbed my jerking poker in her hand and dragged me at a fast trot back to her room.

Once there, she fell backward onto her bed, releasing my cock and grabbing her knees.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ..." she started chanting, spreading her legs wide.

One look at her engorged pussy lips and slimy, pulsing, cunt and I turned into a raving lunatic. She told me later that I screamed like a banshee as I threw myself on top of her. That I pounded her like a jackhammer for what must have been five minutes. That she kept coming again and again the whole time. That when I stopped pounding it felt like I was a huge squirt gun giving her shot after shot after shot. I don't remember any of that.

The first conscious thought I had was that I was dying; that I was in the middle of a massive heart attack. My lungs were screaming with pain and my heart was beating so fast it was a constant rumble rather than discernible thumps. I knew I was a goner. I slipped back out of consciousness, sure I would never wake again.

To my amazement, I did reawaken, and immediately wondered if this was what heaven was. I was lying on a woman, and my cock was being massaged in an incredible way. I vowed to never move it from wherever it was. If only I could get my heart and lungs to settle down.

Hey! I have a heart, and I have lungs! Maybe I didn't die after all. Oh, shit! My cock's in a cunt! The hottest, horniest, cunt it's ever been in. Oh, FUCK! If I can get my breath back I'm going to do it again. I need to fuck so bad. I'm about to explode. I can't even move, and it's jerking like crazy. It's gonna blow! It's gonna BLOW! YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSS!

I lost consciousness again.

I don't know how many times that cycle repeated. I'd struggle back into awareness, feel the cunt contractions, BOOOOOMMMMMM! I'd be out again.

I know, I know, it ain't possible. A human male is physically incapable of ten or twenty orgasms, one right after the other. I don't care what the scientists say. It happened. OK?

There finally came a time when I awoke and there was no pulsing sensation around my cock, no hot tight sheath around it. Nothing. I opened my eyes and looked down. Cindy's face was right there. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a grimace. I thought I must be hurting her, and tried to lift my body, but my muscles wouldn't cooperate. I tried to roll off, and couldn't seem to do that either, but finally, by concentrating and pouring everything into the task, I managed to slide off to her side.

She wailed, and rolled against me, clutching at my body. We lay there a while, arms and legs tangled together, both breathing heavily into each other's face. Finally she opened her eyes and we stared at each other. No words were needed. We knew we were bound together, two souls who had become one; one merged being which had just been on the most incredible journey ever experienced by anyone.

Finally she did say something, seemingly unrelated to our oneness. "Darling, can you see the clock?"

'No!' I thought, 'I only want to look into your eyes.' But if she thought this was important, then I would make the effort. I would do anything for her. I forced my eyes to look over her head, to the side of the bed. Yes, there was something glowing there. Green shapes. Are those numbers? My brain struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. Finally I had it.

I forced my mouth to form the words. "Eleven seventeen."

It took her a while to absorb the information.

Finally, "We have to go. Bob will find us."

"NOO!" I cried. "I can't leave you. I can't live without you."

"Of course not. We have to go," she repeated. "Now.   Together."

That called for a long passionate kiss. Finally she pushed me away and struggled to her feet. She started for the bathroom, but I cried out that I couldn't bear to be apart from her, and she smiled and invited me to follow her. I knelt between her legs and kissed her thighs as she used the toilet. I watched as long streams of cum poured out of her into the bowl. After she pissed, I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and lovingly cleaned every bit of her pussy. Then we both stood, and kissed again.

She broke the kiss, and said, somewhat more urgently, "We have to hurry. Bob will be here any minute."

I nodded, and helped her dress. We went out to the front door where my clothes were lying, and she helped me dress. Our accomplishments called for another long, tender, kiss.

We were still kissing when the door burst open, hitting Cindy in the back.

"What the hell is going on?" Bob spit out.

"I'm sorry, Bob," I said calmly, "we had hoped to be gone before you got here."

"WE? What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm going with Dick," Cindy said as calmly as I had. "I was going to leave you a note, but now that you're here I won't have to do that."

"You're WHAT? Where are you going? When will you be back?"

"I don't know where. Wherever Dick goes, I'll go with him. And I won't be back. Not ever."

Bob's eyes were bugging out and his mouth was hanging open. Finally he gulped.

"You can't mean this. It was just one night. Please! I'll do anything to make it up to you. I'm sorry, Cindy. I'm sorry, Dick. We just got carried away. It didn't mean anything, really."

He was looking at us wildly, but we just stood there, absorbing the new information he had provided.

Bob dropped to his knees in front of Cindy. "Please, I beg you. You can't throw away our whole life over one mistake that Nancy and I made. I love you, Cindy, and you love me."

She shook her head slowly. "I'm sorry, Bob. I do remember that I used think I loved you, but that love, such as it was, is gone. There's no room for it now. I only love Dick. I worship him. Dick and I have to be together. I live only for him."

"We don't care what you and Nancy have done," I added. "I will never want to be with Nancy again. Cindy is now the love of my life. She loves me, and will never want to be with you again. Go back to Nancy if you wish, with our blessing. You may both hurt for a while, losing us. Perhaps you can help each other's hurts."

"Please understand," Cindy explained, "we don't want to hurt you. We're sorry that we're hurting you, both of you, but we can't help it. Dick and I are soul mates. Nothing can separate us."

Cindy and I had been speaking quietly the entire while. There was no anger in our voices. Our souls were so filled with love at that moment that we could not possibly have been angry, or spiteful, or even cold. Perhaps that is why Bob didn't become angry with us. He simply crumpled to the floor and started sobbing.

I took Cindy's hand and we walked out the door, into our new life together.

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