Friends again?

Sophie lay quite still as he finished inside her, moving slowly in and out to empty the last residue in her rectum. It still hurt and she felt humiliated and used. She’d had anal before with her husband, the first time just days after their wedding while on honeymoon, so it was nothing new. Her husband had often settled for popping the tip through the sphincter and ejaculating inside. Not like this: being ridden hard and deep was something new.

Finished with her, he sighed sleepily and kissed her neck affectionately but Sophie didn’t reciprocate. She was in pain and felt angry and upset, quite distant from him as he lay atop her. She heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep, still inside her, and she let her emotions show again; little sobs into her pillow as the tears ran down her face. She felt she’d been a fool, made a terrible mistake inviting this young man into her bed. Into her body.

She cried for a little while more but then stopped suddenly, holding her breath as she heard a noise in the house. Movement in the next room, where her youngest daughter slept. She listened intently and heard her open her bedroom door, go out of her room, then the bathroom door opening. Silence again, but then the sound of her peeing gently, so loud in the middle of the night, before the bathroom door opened and closed again.

Sophie held her breath, straining to hear the reassuring sound of her young daughter getting back into bed. But no, instead there was a gentle tap on her bedroom door.

“Mummy? Are you ok? I thought I heard you crying”.

Sophie panicked for a second, fearing her daughter would walk in and find her like this, in bed with a young man, practically a boy. With his penis in her bottom. She took a chance and answered “I’m fine, honey”, fearful she would wake him.

When she didn’t hear her daughter move, she decided to act. She felt behind her for his cock. It was softening now but still partly inside her. She tugged it gently free and scooted out carefully from beneath him. She wiped her sticky fingers on the quilt and padded quickly to the door, smoothing tears and puffiness away as best she could. She opened the door just a crack, to conceal her nakedness, and hoped the half light would hide her tears.

“I’m fine honey, honestly”, she repeated, seeing the worried look on the young girl’s face. The questioning look forestalled any attempt at an outright lie so she tried to style it out, although she felt his semen trickling down her thigh and oozing out of her anus. “I, err, have a friend staying. A man friend”, she tried to smile. Her daughter beamed back at her, curious now as she leaned in and tried to peep, “Really, mum?”

“Yes”, she answered, and gestured with her eyebrows, “so go back to your room, young lady, before he sees you in your tiny nightie” .

That did it, and the prudish young girl tiptoed ostentatiously back to her room, although she whispered over her shoulder, “just don’t keep me awake, mummy dear” before she disappeared with a giggle.

Sophie closed the door and returned to bed. She lay alongside him with her back to him. She didn’t want to cuddle up to him. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him right now. She felt hurt and betrayed.

However, it seemed that he was awake, as his arm snaked over her again to cup a small breast.

“Who was that little cutie?”, he enquired, teasing her.

“You know full well, she replied grumpily, annoyed but also a little titillated by her young daughter being referred to as a cute She didn’t want to talk, but his hand did feel rather nice. He caressed her gently and she felt her nipple harden but she was resolute, distancing herself, keeping her back to him. She was still sore and wet from him, and angry.

He moved to her nipple and pinched it playfully as he nuzzled her neck.

“I hope we didn’t wake her”, he teased as his hand caressed her more persistently while kissing her neck. Sophie felt her resolve weakening as her body started to betray her. His hand felt so nice.

That hand moved slowly down her body as his kisses intensified, tracing down to her flat tummy, then stroking across to her slender hip. He moved his body to hers now and she felt his prick hard against her back.

‘Surely not”, she thought,’not again?’, but he was getting more insistent with his hand between her sticky thighs. He rolled her gently onto her back as his fingers softly explored her labia. She was still slimy from him and his fingers played, slick with his cum, stroking up and down her lips then darting inside. So easily inside her moist cunt and she responded in that moment, moving to him, embracing him, her tongue searching out then in his mouth, matched by pushing herself onto his fingers. One, two, then three fingers inside her, easy now as she fucked herself on his hand, her passion ignited again, her anger forgotten.

“Friends?”, he whispered in her ear as he lay above her and surprised her, fingers replaced by his hard cock, pushing easily inside her. His hands on her shoulders now, smiling above her as he moved gently backwards and forwards inside her, fucking her gently. She responded, rocking against him, urging his young cock to fill her up. Tears again, but happiness, as she hugged him to her, rubbing her clitoris on his shaft, before lying back down to look up at him. Squeezing his cock tight with her cunt, watching the expression on his face as he tried, and failed, to delay his orgasm. Then hugging him close once more as his seed flooded inside her, spilling over her womb.

“Friends”, she whispered back.