No Regrets · Part 2

No Regrets · Part 2 (2/2)
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Paula closed her eyes and soon seemed to forget about Neil, swivelling around on the cock to offer her breasts to her new lover. She dipped her head and sucked at his mouth and her whimpers and sighs grew louder.

"Oh God…oh God…oh God….." she whispered over and over. Soon she couldn't keep up with her own need for faster, deeper penetration and whispered something into Phil's ear. Instantly he sat upright, turned them around, laid her on her back and pulled her long legs up and over his shoulders.

Paula squealed with shock and delight as he re-mounted her and began to fuck her furiously. From the bottom of the bed, Neil couldn't tell them apart as buttocks, balls, cunt and curls blurred into one.

"Oh God…oh God…oh God… I'm coming…oh God…."

As Paula's climax reached its peak, Neil felt his own control go and his sperm explode into his hand. But still the stranger rutted into her and her pleas grew louder, more obscene….

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me….oh God, don't stop…oh yes, yes, yes…oh Christ, don't stop…."

Feeling spent and embarrassed, Neil crept into the bathroom, his fingers cupped around his sticky, shrinking penis. He cleaned himself up and sat on the toilet, shaking, feeling dirty and disgusted. But it wasn't over yet. Through the half open door the sounds of their lovemaking still reached him. The rhythm of the creaking bed grew louder.

Oh no, he thought, Phil hadn't come. This was not how it was supposed to happen. All that and the bastard hadn't come and now he was giving it to her all over again. Bastard! I should stop them, he thought. I should say thanks, it was great, you did it, but that's it, it's over. Thank you and goodnight.

But it obviously wasn't over for Paula. He'd never heard her make so much noise. And just to rub his nose in it, she was calling out her new lover's name.

"Oh…oh Phil…oh God…oh its so good…oh Phil…"

Soon Paula, too, lost control and her orgasm was frightening in its intensity. She squealed and shrieked, gasped and grunted as her new man pounded frantically into her. At last, after a long drawn out sigh of ecstasy from her, the bed stopped creaking and they went quiet.

Behind the door, Neil sat trembling on the edge of the bath, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Suddenly he knew he was going to be sick and closed the door, just making it to the john before the first violent, bitter wave hit. Right now, it didn't matter too much whether it was the booze or the enormity of what they'd done. He needed to throw up and he did, emptying himself and retching until exhausted. At last, he began to feel better and brushed his teeth and took a cool shower. To wash away the sins and the sick and the sweat. To sober up, to slow down his pounding heart. And it worked. At last, clean and dry and needing another drink, he walked back into the room, expecting to find Phil gone and Paula waiting, worried about him.

Instead, he got a shock.

They were lying on their sides, head to toe, in the classic 69 position. They were sucking deeply from each other, oblivious to him. No wonder they were quiet. The perfect pair. And no room for him.

Paula looked up, holding his stare as she ran her tongue around Phil's swollen knob. Still up, Neil thought.

The bastard.

"Feeling better, darling?"

Her lips were wet with spittle.

"Want some of this?"

Paula smiled at her own joke and went back to work. Neil got a cold orange juice from the mini-bar and watched, unsure what to do next. So when she smiled again and beckoned him, he went to her, his own erection returning. She reached for it and he knelt on the bed, letting her pull him closer to her mouth. Her left hand still held Phil and she gently wanked and sucked them both, closing her mouth first over one and then the other.

Her grip tightened and her pull became firmer until she could lick both tips at once. Firmer still, until both knobs were touching, rubbing them together in wet, slippery circles and trying to cram both into her mouth at once.

But she couldn't, so concentrated on her husband, taking in his whole shaft, biting him gently at the base. He could have let it go on all night but Phil had other ideas. His head emerged from between her thighs, and he made them all change position, pulling at Paula's haunches until she was on her knees, doggy-style.

Phil's erection showed no signs of flagging, Neil noticed. If anything he looked bigger than before. And when he entered her from behind, it was Paula's turn to be impressed. She gasped, then took Neil into her mouth again.

And just like they'd seen in blue movies, both men enjoyed both ends of her, for a while. But soon Paula was losing it again. It felt so good she just couldn't concentrate on a blow job and her head dropped onto the bed, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress, her breath coming in sobs, her whole centre in glorious meltdown, her muscles in spasm, her nerve-endings on fire as Phil stretched her, pounding and pumping, pumping until she couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm coming…oh GOD! "

And Neil stood there like an unwanted groom while the best man claimed the bride… banging into her, his belly slapping into her buttocks, sending shock waves and ripples through her, making her gasp and shudder, making her squeal like a little pink piglet…. making her come again and again.

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes… I'm coming…..oh GOD!"

Neil needed another drink – quick. He poured himself a huge vodka and downed it in one, squeezing his eyes tight shut, covering his ears as her squeals turned into shrieks.

"Oh God, oh Phil, I'm coming, yes, yes, harder Phil, harder, oh God yes, harder, fuck me, oh fuck me Phil, oh yes, yes, yes! YES!"

The noise was making Neil worried. The people in the next room must be able to hear it and it was after one in the morning. But still he made no move to stop it and sat down with his drink, watching the agony and the ecstasy on her face, watching her come in a frenzy of sweaty, rutting lust. Listening as her cries turned into sighs and finally into exhausted little whimpers.

His eyes met Phil's, knelt there behind her, lathered in sweat, still hard, his prick swaying as he pulled out of her.

"It's OK, Neil. She loves it. Look at her! Want some more, Paula? Course you do…..turn over and let your old man see."

Passively, she turned onto her back, and let him open her legs wide, bending her knees around his elbows.

"Come closer" Phil urged. "See how she likes it up her. She loves it, don't you? Come on, Neil"

As if in a dream, he walked to the bed.

He watched as Phil entered her red and swollen pussy, saw the tears welling up in her eyes, winced when she winced, as she took a full length. Watched her turn her head to the wall, away from them both.

The moment had passed.

Phil went through the motions but Paula had lost interest, her breasts rippling in time to the fuck, her hands flopping limply on the bed.

"I think that's enough, Phil."

Neil's voice had just a touch of steel in it.

"I said the party's over!"

"OK. OK. You're right. I think the booze's catching up with her. You all right Paula?"

She didn't answer but when he withdrew, she curled up into a ball and faced the wall, eyes squeezed shut.

"I'll just take a shower, Neil." said Phil. "Then I'd better get home. It's late."

Neil curled up behind his wife, put his arm over her and squeezed her hand. No response. So while Phil showered, he turned off the lights, finished his drink and fought off the sleep that called him.

Well, he thought, she'd gone through with it, he had to give her that. And got more than she'd bargained for. They both had, come to that. It hadn't been at all like he'd expected. He'd come in minutes. Phil must have been going at her for well over an hour. The click of the door shutting brought him back. The stranger had gone and he had her to himself at last.

Paula was curled up on her side, breathing deeply. Neil shook her gently.

"Paula?"

Nothing. Just the same unbroken rhythm.

Louder this time. "Paula, c'mon, time to get up!"

Nothing. He lay back and thought it through. She'd finally done it for him, finally opened those slim, beautiful legs to another man. Taken a stranger between them in the act of love. Just like Julie in the photos.

But if she was helpless now, he certainly wasn't. Sitting up, he looked at her. Even this far gone she was lovely. Neither of her lovers had wanted to take off her white stockings and garter belt and they framed her buttocks perfectly in the glow from the silent TV.

"C'mon Paula! C'mon!"

Neil said it louder still this time, and pulled on her hip to turn her towards him. Slowly she rolled over, until flat on her back, her legs parting naturally. Still nothing. Still the same deep breathing.

He pulled her legs open and bent them at the knee. He walked to the bottom of the bed. From there, she looked as if Phil had just got off her. If only she had let him bring his camera.

Easing himself onto the bed, he pushed his knees against her thighs, opening them wider. Looking down, he saw he was thick and hard, saw her dark tangle of curls below.

Those on her mound were dry and springy but lower down, between her legs, they were wet and flat, stuck to her like spider's legs. Secret folds of pink glistened wetly and Neil grew harder still, his prick arching upwards, away from her. He pushed her knees up to her chest and somehow held them there with his left arm. With his free hand he pushed his prick downwards and eased his hips forward.

He slipped easily into the slippery outer folds of her sex but then, with a supreme effort of will, stopped just short of penetration, sliding up instead towards her clitoris. His prick was covered with her mucus, white flecks of foam sticking to its purple head, damp strands of hair clinging to the taught skin.

He pushed it down again, deeper, further this time and as his tip re-emerged, it was coated with thick, clear cream. Fascinated, he watched it creep slowly down his shaft. So Phil had come after all. And in her pussy, too. The sperm of another man was coating his own, proud manhood. And waiting inside her, there was more.

Slowly he drew back, eased his legs off the bed and knelt on the floor. He pulled on her haunches and she slid easily down the bed. When her buttocks were on the edge, he lifted her legs, opening them and folding them back into her, so the wet, pink petals of her sex opened.

His erection was almost painful, curving upwards away from her. He pushed it down and slowly slid into her. The fresh semen was a perfect lubricant, making exquisite sucking sounds as he withdrew and then pushed in again. A white collar of cream formed around him at the top of his stroke, when he could go no deeper.

"Neil?"

Her eyes were half open and she was looking at him sleepily.

"Is it nice, darling?" Her voice was soft and husky.

"Fantastic…. it just feels so…fantastic, Paula. Oh God, it's incredible…"

"Don't come just yet." She was waking fast.

"Let me get on top….please."

Desperate to come, he only just managed to take control and withdrew with a final, soft, obscene suck.

He lay back in the semi-darkness, expecting her to mount him. But instead she kissed him deeply, passionately for two or three minutes. When their lips parted she kissed his forehead tenderly and her voice was just a whisper.

"You're curious aren't you, Neil? You want to see what he's left down there for you, don't you?"

His throat dried instantly and the pounding in his ears started again.

"What did Richie call it? Cream pie, that's it, isn't it, Neil? That's what you want. Cream pie."

He nodded and tried to sit up.

But her hands had anticipated him and pushed him firmly back on the bed.

"No… not like that. Like this."

He lay there passively as she stood up and straddled him. Never taking her eyes off him for an instant, she lowered herself down onto his face.

"Come on darling, be fair. You wanted cream pie and that's what's you've got. Come on, get that tongue out…"

Wheedling, coaxing him like a reluctant child, she settled her hot, sticky pussy over his open mouth and pulled his head up firmly.

His tongue slipped and slid up and down her valley, around her folds, and finally deep into the heart of her sex. She squirmed and pressed down harder. He breathed in the salt of oysters and the sea, felt her muscles tense and strain and suddenly tasted the warm, sharp tang of bleach. Like a parched man offered a ripe, luscious fruit, he licked and sucked and swallowed, draining her, until the sharp, slippery juice of forbidden fruit filled his mouth and ran down his cheeks.

And for Paula, any intentions she'd had of humiliating him melted away as her insides turned to jelly. She pulled hard on his hair, forcing his head upwards, grinding her mound into his nose, mouth and tongue, clenching her muscles, squeezing every last drop of cream pie out of her.

At last, feeling the dam about to burst again, she slid off his face and onto his prick. She had never known him this hard before. Or big. Christ, he felt huge….even bigger than Phil. No, she thought, as her orgasm began to tremble deep in her belly, she had no regrets about anything that had happened tonight. Oh Christ, she wondered as she lost control again, why did we never think of this before?

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