Darryl comes inside Abbie's pussy

Darryl didn't want the moment to end. This had been the most unreal, unbelievable, and unimaginable thing that had happened to him. At the same time, he wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer without stopping completely. The momentum was strong, the intensity was fierce, and he had no interest in stopping.

"I'm just ... gonna keep going ...?"

"Mm-hm. Don't stop ..." Abbie had her head down, but her voice sounded focused and intense.

Darryl took a deep breath and dug in. He looked down at himself, needing to see to believe. He watched his cock, red from aggressive and insistent stimulation, sliding in and out of this fresh, young pussy. He touched her everywhere he could, her back, her butt, her legs, her tits. He smelled her hair. He wanted to make sure that this orgasm was connected to his sense memory, so that he could savor every aspect of it.

Breathing heavily, and feeling his heart racing, Darryl quickened his pace. Abbie braced herself against the wall, absorbing the impact of Darryl's body banging into her. As he sped up, his breathing got louder and rougher.

"Oh Jesus ... I think ... I'm ..." Darryl stammered as he fucked Abbie harder.

"Mm ... do it ..."

The sound of Abbie's voice was the last push he needed. As she pled with him to come, he felt a shudder run through his body. He shook his head and thrust his cock deep into Abbie's cunt. He felt a spasm, tight and intense, and a short burst as he came inside her pussy.

He held his body against her, his cock twitching and pumping his second load of the day straight into her.

"Mm, yes ..." Abbie moaned. "Give it to me ..." She pulsated her own body in conjunction with his.

Each time Darryl bucked forward, Abbie shifted with him. His movements were sharp, but began to wane. His breathing was returning to normal, and his fiery and intense second orgasm was passing.

"That felt amazing," Abbie said. Darryl started to move back, and she felt his dick sliding out. "No ..." she cried. "Don't finish already!"

Darryl grinned. He stayed in her for another moment, even pumped a few more times. He touched her hair, and then pulled out.

Abbie reached her hand underneath her and felt her pussy, touching some of the spunk that was oozing back out again. "Mm, that first load was something special, and I didn't expect you to have this much still to go!" She brought her fingers up to her mouth and tasted his jizz, licking and sucking her own fingers. As she did, she turned around and squat down, leaning forward, and taking hold of his dick.

She licked him gently and carefully, knowing how sensitive he must be by this point. She softly extracted him from her mouth, and held his dick with one hand. It was still swollen, but had gone a bit softer. With Abbie's other hand, she used a finger to wipe up some of the semen that was still dripping from her pussy, and bring it to her mouth. She licked her own finger clean each time, savoring the flavor.

Darryl took a step back, Abbie letting go of him in the process. She continued to wipe up the bits of jizz she could feel from her pussy, though she knew she wasn't going to be able to get it all. What if I left that there before going back out to the lobby? Would anyone know? She thought it might be fun -- though she also acknowledged to herself that she'd rather play that kind of game with Jake. Mental note for later, she thought.

Darryl was still gasping for air. Abbie bounced a bit in place and looked up at him.

"Round three?" she said. Her eyes held still for a moment, but then she cracked a smile and laughed. "No, don't worry -- I wasn't serious!"

Darryl breathed a sigh of relief. "I may be dead from round two."

Abbie stood. "I thought round two was pretty great, myself."

"You are pretty great, yourself." Darryl nodded first, and then shook his head a bit. He wasn't sure how to feel. He rearranged his pants, tucking himself back in, looking to see if he had left any evidence on himself.

Abbie patted the front of his pants gently, knowing what he was worried about. "Looks great. No one will know a thing." She winked at him. "Except me."

With a chuckle, Darryl turned. With his back to Abbie, he spoke. "I suppose the right people are out there. I just need to figure out how to find them." He turned back to look at her. "Are there more like you in the world?"

Abbie looked away and smiled. She brought her eyes back up to him. "I hope so," she said. "I'm pretty great."

Darryl grinned and nodded. He looked Abbie up and down one more time, then turned again, and walked back down the hallway, disappearing from Abbie's view.

Once Darryl was out of sight, Abbie slipped into the women's restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. She started to laugh a bit, not because it was anything funny or embarrassing, but because she was filled with the joy of having shared a moment with someone, a moment that, as far as she could tell, meant a lot to him.

She rinsed her hands and washed her face. She wiped her pussy and pulled her panties back on. She giggled to herself when she remembered that she was in the restroom in the first place because she needed to use it, and the last twenty minutes had been quite the diversion. She finished her business, and washed her hands a second time. She took a long look in the mirror, checking her face, her hair, and her dress. Satisfied, she left the restroom, wandered back down the hallway, and navigated herself back to the front of the country club to find Jake.