Inside her

With the end so close in sight I threw all caution to the wind. Caution was for the real world. I wanted to live out a fantasy. I wanted to fuck a married woman harder than her husband had ever fucked her. To use her up completely. To give her what she won’t let herself ask for. I slammed myself with all my strength against Annette, pounding her pussy for all it was worth.

She moved one hand past the bunched up material of her dress and starting rubbing her clit. Her moans filled the kitchen. Filled the entire house probably. I considered slowing down and stripping her entirely, getting a chance to see her breasts and maybe change positions.

But no. Not tonight. Tonight I was finishing the way I started.

“Get ready. I’m about to shoot off inside you. If you wanna cum you better cum quick.”

“Oh yes Michael fill me!”

I did as she asked, sending blast after blast of warm semen into her mature quim. My sperm flooded her womb and sent her sailing over the edge of her own orgasm. I kept on pumping away like a man possessed. It was such a thrill to feel the tug and pull of her internal muscles convulsing.

I kept at it until my legs gave out. A single strand of our juices kept us connected as I pulled out and stumbled backwards. It stretched longer and longer until it finally snapped into little droplets that landed on the floor. I sat down on a conveniently placed chair behind me. Mrs. Powell’s legs were shaking. She was still spread open with one knee up on the counter. It gave me the perfect view of her nasty, swollen snatch overflowing with my pearly load.

“Tha... thank you.” Her voice had gotten small again.

The room grew dim. I chuckled.

“Next time we’ll have to invite Bill in to show him how it’s done.”

And then I slept until I woke with a smile.

The End