Driving toward the finish line

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MANDY

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I watched the creases on Billy's pecs form as he drove hard into me. He wasn't sculpted by any means. In fact, Scott was probably in better shape overall, but he had a nice body that looked even nicer as he exerted himself completely into me.

He was glistening with sweat. I felt bad that I was making him do all the work this time but with every thrust my muscles were losing their ability to control themselves. Billy grabbed tight to my hips and pulled me into him. His cock pierced me hard and deep but there was a spot that he just couldn't quite seem to hit. A spot I desparately wanted him to hit. Needed him to hit. Then-

"Aaaaaah!" I arched my back, sending the tip of his cock deep into me, bumping that oh so perfect spot. I cried out again and again as he hit it over and over. A wild lustful look overcame Billy as he zeroed in on my breasts, bouncing wildly with the frantic motions of his hips.

"Oh Mand-" His eyes scrunched. He fought to open them back up as the rest of his body clenched, his hands clawing at my ass. "I'm, I'm-"

He threw back his head, biting his lips hard then he pulled back, sliding out of me.

"Rrrraaaaaaagghhhh!" An animalistic growl rattled through the house as he grabbed ahold of his cock and pointed it directly at my breasts. It jerked and pulsed as thick, white streams erupted, coating my stomach and splashing over the tops of my tits. I cried out in surprise, quickly scooping my breasts up and mashing them together. Two more spurts coated my nipples then one last rope landed perfectly between them.

"Oh, my, god," he said as the last bit of his load dribbled onto my stomach.

"Wow," I said, staring down in near disbelief at my body.

Billy was still catching his breath when he fell to the bed beside me. A huge, cheesy smile burst from his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, fighting to hold back laughter. "I shouldn't have assumed. I just. I enjoy doing that to Rene and I got caught up in the moment and I should have asked or something."

"Don't be silly," I assured him. "It was very sexy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Scott used to enjoy that too." I looked to Billy then looked back up at the ceiling. "He probably still would but he hasn't in a while."

"Well, maybe you should ask him if he'd like to do it again. I don't know what guy would turn down that opportunity."

I got lost in the spin of the ceiling fan, my mind suddenly wandering back to Scott and then to what he and Rene might be up to.

"I'm sorry," Billy said, snapping me back to the present. "I didn't mean to impose."

"No, no," I answered. "You're probably right."

"Anyway." Billy leaned up onto one elbow. "I think, since I made the mess, I should probably help you clean it off? What do you say?"

Billy flashed me an adorable smile. There was something about his boyish good looks that dazzled me. Scott looked young for his age but not quite in the same way. I wish I could put my finger on the difference.

"Oh, I see," I chuckled. "This was all part of a plan to get in the shower with me."

"Nope. No plan. Just, well, trying to take advantage of the situation at hand."

"Well, you don't need to scheme to get in the shower with me."

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God, Rene really seemed to like being on top. She barely finished her sentence before she was grabbing me and forcing me down onto my back.

And I really enjoyed her being on top. I gazed up in wonder as she straddled me, sliding her slick lips across the length of my shaft, the light catching and shimmering across her beautiful, flawless form.

"Ungh," I groaned, fighting to maintain some composure.

Rene had taken full control of me, grabbing me by the base, raising her body, then sinking her tight pussy down the full length of my rod.

"Ohhh, yea." Rene's eyes were shut, her lips parted in a light pant. Her full breasts bounced and her whole body shook as she rode me, hard.

My hands rose and latched onto her tits. I grabbed and squeezed, making no effort to be gentle.

"Ahh," she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. Her pace quickened. I grabbed her hips and guided her up and down. Her hand shot backward to my thigh, giving her more leverage and stability as I began thrusting up into her. I was losing control quickly.

"Oh, oh, oh yea," I grunted. My body was moving on its own, jackhammering into her, driving her wild. Her moans increased in volume and intensity. Mine matched hers as we slammed into each other over and over until finally, with one final pump, we both tensed up. I grabbed at anything I could get my hands on - her thighs, her breasts, her forearms - as I began to convulse. Her pussy contracted, milking my cock as I exploded, splashing deep into her.

Rene clawed at my chest to steady herself as her whole body shook through her orgasm. I loved the way her face showed every ounce of pleasure coursing through her body. Finally, with one final grunt, I exhaled and relaxed. Rene followed, collapsing onto my chest. The feeling of her breasts crushing into my chest sent another pulse through my body.

"That was incredible," I said.

"I told you, you have nothing to be insecure about." Another pulse rippled through me. Rene squealed. "If I wasn't so sure, I'd say you might still have something left."

"I think you milked me for every last drop," I responded. "You are so fucking sexy."

One last time Rene flashed me her wicked smirk.

***** This is the end of Chapter 2. A follow-up story titled "Open Marriage: Cancun" will follow as its own separate Story.