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And then, suddenly, the truth of his situation caught up to him.
Ohhh God…what the hell am I doing! Richard thought, yet all the while unable to resist admiring the way her body danced as his tongue expertly jabbed at her clit, his firm grip holding her in check even as she strained for more. This wasn’t him. Richard Martin never cheated; he was a loyal husband who loved his wife. He didn’t do things like this, he couldn’t, it wasn’t right…
Desperately, he tried to conjure up a vision of Alice but the image of her seemed to linger just out of memory, dancing before his gaze within a haze of smoke and mist before a sharp, agonising pain shot along the length of his erection, reminding him of his own pressing need. Beaten, his body acted on its own accord and he caught the bundle of nerves between his teeth while humming a low rumbling "Mmm..."
“Ohhh right there…right there-oh God-ughhh I'm cumming...oh God-oh God-ohhh goooohhhhhhhh!!!” Rebecca cried, losing all control, deliriously thrashing her head and arching off the sheets; her whole body trembling with the force of the climax ripping through her. Unchecked, Richard worked her down from the heights before gently lowering her onto the bed, her eyes falling shut as she basked in the wondrous aftermath. This was his chance. It wasn’t too late. All he had to do was get dressed and leave, now.
Yet his brain was fogged, and his limbs wouldn’t move. He was standing on the bank of the Rubicon. Should he cross its depths, there would be no turning back, he would be lost, adrift in purgatory, and everything he loved would be at stake, forfeit. If Alice were to learn of it, their marriage would be over, his son would grow up to despise him, friends and family would shun him like a stray dog. And yet, could he live with himself if he didn’t, knowing he’d come this far only to turn away, and always wondering what it would have been like?
But then the decision was taken out of his hands. Flushed and panting, Rebecca’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him dreamily. “Come on, come on…don’t stop now. Ohhh God, I’m so hot. Please fuck me, Mr Martin! I need you to fuck me…”
How could he resist?
Alea iacta est.
Crawling up the length of her body, covering her slender frame as he rose above her and settled between her splayed legs. He didn’t worry about a condom; he knew Rebecca had been on the pill since her sixteenth birthday. Alice had taken her to the hospital to get a prescription. Seeing the lust burning in those innocent doe eyes, the last of his resistance melted away, and he plunged into her molten core.
“Ohhh,” Rebecca moaned at the sudden invasion, her eyes widening and head rolling back into the mess of tangled sheets as he entered her, burrowing inside bit-by-bit, filling her completely.
“Ughhh…” Richard groaned once he was completely embedded within her liquid heat, almost losing himself in the feeling of inner walls stretching and wrapping around his engorged flesh. The urge to move was so overwhelming that it took every bit of his willpower to remain still, relishing the feel of her tight embrace as he drew in deep ragged breaths and waited for her to adjust to his size. He’d known she wasn’t a virgin for some time; but she was still so tight and though he was far from huge, he must have been considerably larger than what she was accustomed to. The realisation sent a delightful thrill down his spine, and his cock twitched.
“Ahhh…” cried the girl, her inner muscles tensing around him so tightly that he was afraid he’d hurt her and began to withdraw. “No! Don’t stop. Do it again….”
His cock throbbed dangerously at her words and the slick snugness of her walls made him pant as he began to rock his hips. He moved in small rowing motions, delighting in the friction between their bodies. Arching beneath him as he rolled his hips, Rebecca seized his buttocks with both hands, her fingernails digging into his flesh before dragging trails of fire up his lower back as her legs wrapped around his flanks, crossing at the ankles, and urging him to go deeper while rocking urgently against his gentle motions.
“Ooohhhh God! Give it to me Mr Martin…I want it…I want it…ahhhhh-yes-yesss” Her words fell into an endless stream of moans and gasps as he drew back until just the bulbous head remained encased within her, before thrusting back into her hard and fast. She jumped at his intrusion, her delicate insides rippling and convulsing around his hard length, trying to draw him deeper. Enjoying the feel of her squirming beneath him, he repeated the motion, again and again, building a steady rhythm that had him delving deeper with every thrust. He’d meant to be slow and gentle, to take it easy on her, but she had proved his undoing in that first delicious instant.
He felt maddened, bewitched, and so utterly out of control. Lust burned hot and molten through his veins, and just the sight of her writhing beneath him, wantonly begging for more, was nearly too much for him to bear. Suddenly there was nothing gentle in his motions, just a desperate, unyielding need.
“Ughhh…so-so tight,” he growled; his voice choked with pleasure as he thrust back inside her plush passage, filling her completely, the feeling of her inner walls squeezing his returning flesh almost pitching him over the edge and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It had been over a month since he and Alice last had sex, and the torment of the night’s games had left his cock so sensitised he thought it might burst at any moment. But not yet. Not yet!
“Ohhh fuck…your dick feels so good…oh-oh-ohhh…don’t stop…don’t stop!” cried Rebecca, eagerly meeting every one of his downward strokes with an upward roll of her hips, her nails clawing madly at his back each time his pelvis grazed her clit. He was certain she was leaving marks, but at this point, it was hard to be concerned about anything, even of discovery by his loving wife, who was waiting for him in the flat below them.
“Mmm…So is this what you want, Rebecca?” Fighting to ignore the rush of pleasure creeping up his spine as he plunged into the deepest parts of the beauty, Richard held nothing back, hastening his thrusts until the bed beneath them seemed to be rocking to their wild rhythm. The sound of it all was music to his ears; the squeaking of bedsprings, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh and, of course, Rebecca’s overwhelmed moans.
“Yes, yes…it was always you…I’ve always wanted you, Mr Martin…Oh God! Feels so good, fuck me harder…HARDER!” A cry of rapturous delight tore from her lips as his hips snapped in deep, long strokes that made her spine curl and her breasts bounce. Like him, she was nearing her peak. He could feel the balls of her feet beating against his arse, urging him to push her over that summit she so desperately yearned to reach.
Somewhere, buried deep in the depths of his subconscious, a part of him dreaded that inevitable conclusion, perhaps still hoping that this was all some wonderful, but monstrous nightmare and that his failure would banish this all away, like a foul odour on a great gust of wind. He might even have felt guilty for using the girl so thoughtlessly, had she not been writhing wantonly beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust and begging for more. But he had come too far to stop now.
Feeling his release building, his sanity hanging by a thread; he reared back, his hands coming up to seize the swells of her buttocks, hoisting her off the sheets and pulling her firmly against him as he continued to thrust into her wildly. Inhaling sharply at this new angle, Rebecca’s head rolled back in a voiceless cry and her hands fell away to brace against at the wall, searching desperately for some kind of purchase while doing her best to match his furious rhythm.
“Ah…ahhh-oh my God-oh my God-oh my God…I can’t take it... it’s too much…too big!” she shrieked, her fingers clawing at the walls and eyes wide with pure ecstasy. “Oh yes…yesssss…don’t stop…I’m all yours Mr Martin…I've wanted your hard cock inside me for so long…you can fuck me whenever you want to…just don’t stop…don’t stop!”
The room was thick with the musky scent of sex. Grunting as he surged inside her, Richard savoured the sight of her pleasure-drunk features as his hands, roughly kneading her tight young arse like dough, guided her motions in time with his own. Spurred on by her heated encouragements, and the wondrous feeling of her molten channel writhing around his sensitised organ, he slammed into her mercilessly. His back was afire and he could feel beads of sweat rolling down his brow as he thrust hard and fast between her silky thighs, working tirelessly to push them both off their approaching peaks, the tingling sensation down in the base of his spine warning him of his impending oblivion.
“Ohhhh God…I can feel it…I’m going to cum…. fuck me, fuck meeeeee!” Rebecca cried, racing towards another climax and sobbing with pleasure while thrashing her head from side to side. “Ohhh-yes-yes…I’m cummingaahhhhhhh!” her voice dissolved into a shrill cry of pleasure, and her inner walls erupted, convulsing around his thick length in a wash of molten warmth as she rode the orgasm, quivering and bucking against him uncontrollably.
Richard groaned in primitive delight, teetering on the brink, watching avidly as she came undone before the feelings the girl was stirring finally proved too much and a thunderous roar burst from his jaws. Slamming into her one last time, he felt something deep inside his abdomen contract and pulse, and then there was only the fire coursing through his veins as he released his essence into her warmth.
Exhausted beyond measure, they collapsed together in a heap on the bed.
Breathing hard and trembling with miniature aftershocks, Richard had just enough sense left to roll off the beauty, withdrawing his softening arousal from her still vivacious channel. Whimpering at the feeling of emptiness, Rebecca curled into his flank, the feeling of her nestling against him, drawing a low moan from the exhausted man as all notion of time slipped away. For several long moments, he was content to just bask in the glow of a much-needed release. Sleep’s warm embrace dragging him down to that peaceful abyss…
He jerked at the sensation of falling, shattering the spell and leaving him cold, naked, and very much awake.
I need a shower. It was a strange thought. He knew he should have felt guilty, afraid, and perhaps even sick to his stomach, but oddly, a sense of calm detachment seemed to have settled over him and all he could really think about was how clammy his skin felt as the sheen of sweat covering him began to dry. He felt movement against his arm and glanced over to see Rebecca sleeping peacefully beside him, with an arm draped over his front and her head resting peacefully on his shoulder. She was smiling contentedly.
“I have to go.” He had tried to say it softly, so as to avoid disturbing her entirely, but his throat was dry and what came out was a raspy parody of a voice. Her body quivered in surprise at the sound and her eyes fluttered open, glassy with unshed tears.
