Chapter 9
Lauren set her left knee alongside mine and swung her right leg over me to straddle my lap.
Lauren scootched around getting settled, my cock bumping against her as she moved. "I'm a little ashamed to admit, I was a little jealous that Angie had this dick before me."
I gazed up into Lauren's lovely face with its sheen of sweat. "Well, she didn't exactly HAVE my cock, in the biblical sense." Lauren looked at me quizzically, so I briefly described what Angela and I had done up here.
"That bitch! She told me she'd ridden your cock. I just assumed she meant you guys fucked. That wasn't a very nice thank you, was it?"
I admitted it wasn't what I was hoping for.
Lauren looked at me lovingly and kissed me. "Allow me to make amends."
Then she got up on her knees, grabbed my cock, and jammed my cockhead into the opening of her vagina.
"Oh yes. I get to be first to fuck this lovely young cock." Lauren slid slowly down onto my cock until my full length was buried in her, breathing in cute little gasps.
Lauren wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. We made out and Lauren began to roll her hips, sliding up and down just the littlest bit. It felt wonderful, and we moaned into each other's mouths. Lauren broke our kiss, set her forehead down on my shoulder, and ran her hands and fingernails down my shoulders to grip my biceps tightly. "Oh, Ben. That feels amazing. Just... amazing. I feel so full."
We continued for another few minutes, just basking in the pleasure and intimacy. Lauren lifted her head off my shoulder and kissed my neck and shoulder. She whispered in my ear. "I want you to fuck me, baby." She straightened to look into my eyes. "Please fuck me." The desire, the need in her voice would have given a dead man an erection. I required no further prompting. I threw my arm over the back of the sofa and levered myself and Lauren off the cushion. Holding her ass to keep her tightly to me, I spun and set her on the end of the sofa we hadn't yet occupied, my cock never leaving her wet pussy.
As my first stroke into her reached our limit she clawed into my shoulders with her hands.
"Oh yes, my lovely strong man. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I am yours!"
I slid my length out of her and pistoned it back in. My heart swelled when she said she was mine, but I'm a realist and know about pillow talk. I allowed myself to hope, but not too much.
I began to fuck into her with wild abandon. I stood her legs up and spread them wide, rolling my hips as hard as I could into her dripping snatch. "Oh, Lauren. You feel so good. I love this."
Lauren looked into my eyes and it felt like our souls reached out for one another. We drank in the lust and desire we had for one another. It was magical.
After a while, Lauren felt my breathing hitch and saw my eyes get wide and she knew that I was getting close. She reached down and began rubbing her still-swollen clit, screaming out her pleasure. Lauren arched her back and came like a rocket shot and I was just a moment behind her, jetting shot after shot of cum deep inside her. Lauren's whole body seemed to lock up, her arms and legs locked out, her eyes and mouth wide as she screamed.
As our orgasms subsided, I collapsed on top of her. I took a moment to place two big kisses on her erect nipples. She wrapped her arms around me and lavished kiss after kiss upon my face, neck, and shoulders. I moved my arms to pull my full weight off her and we lay there, catching our breath and enjoying the contact with one another.
After a while, we sat up and held each other. We talked. And we kissed. And we touched.
Angela, as it turns out is a three-strike divorcee. She always seemed to find a gullible rich guy, but could never be faithful. Rich guys can afford investigators and her dalliances were always found out. As the cheater in question, the divorces never seemed to go her way. So here she was, living with Lauren, making our lives interesting.
And just then things got REAL interesting.
"Lauren smiled slyly. "You're going to have to tell me how you got so good at eating pussy."
I was about to reply when I heard noises from downstairs. In a moment, we knew it was Angela. We heard her heels on the bottom steps.
"Yoohoo! Pussy cats! Can Auntie Angie come up and play.?"
Her voice sounded a little slurred. I looked at Lauren and she got the most devilish grin on her face. To my surprise, she grabbed my cock and began to stroke it back to life.
"Yoohoo, pretties!" We heard Angela giggle and then stumble on the stairs. "Oh, fuck! These fucking stairs." Angela paused for a minute and then we heard firm steps on the risers.
Her footsteps reached the top and Angela burst into the room, the door swung all the way open to hit the stop on the wall. Her stiletto shoes were in her right hand, dangling from the straps. She was dressed in a stunning little red dress.
"Well, there's my two favorite pussy cats. All naked and curled up together, covered in fuck-sweat. You look yummy." Angela giggled again and her face turned serious. "I have seen the men of this town and I am NOT impressed. They well... umm, will buy... drinks though."
Lauren sat up, continuing my cock massage. "Then you should have stayed here Angie. This man just made me cum twice."
Angela made an exaggerated "Whoa, amazing" gesture and laughed as she walked closer. "Is that so? Well, what do you say junior? Got another shot in that pistol?"
Pussy cat. Kitten. Junior. I'd not been appreciating her pet names. I glanced at Lauren and that wicked smile flashed again.
I figure at some point a person has to assert themselves. Now was as good a time as any. I stood up and took a step toward Angela.
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