Resting easy

Laying in bed whilst looking up at the ceiling, Mary couldn't stop her body from buzzing. Her whole body was covered in goosebumps and a warm glow washed over her. She had already been masturbating for an hour and made herself cum for what seemed like dozen times, but her body was still not satiated. Every time she closed her eyes the image of her stepfathers fat dick pumping a beautiful load of cum down her throat made her pussy throb. Mary reached down underneath the covers, slipping her hand into the boxer shorts she usually wore to bed and feeling the wet spot making the fabric stick to the inside of her legs. Hungrily her fingers slid past the dark hair growing on her mound, feeling the softness brush against her fingertips and reaching further until she felt the heat of her pussy beg her for more.

Mary closed her eyes once more and thought about Bruno, thought about the way he had grabbed her hair and pushed her down on his dick, thought about how hard he'd been for her and how eagerly he let her milk him. Mary wanted more, she needed more and her body convulsed, **** to be touched by him. Instead she made do with her fingers, which she pushed inside of herself, as her free hand slid down too and began rubbing her clit. At first she had tried to stifle her moans, knowing that her bedroom was right next door to Bruno's. She had heard him having sex with her mom a few times and enjoyed the sounds of their love more than she cared to admit. Eventually Mary had let go of her worries and had moaned openly and freely, letting the whole world know how good she felt.

Again Mary moaned, her back arching as her fingers rubbed her clit raw. Her insides felt tender and her legs were weak, but once again she was on the brink of an orgasm. The image of her stepfather popped back up in her mind. This time it was just him, fully clothed, smiling at her. His warm eyes and broad shoulders, the hair on his muscular arms and his manly scent. Mary cursed and cried, fucking herself relentlessly as she approached her orgasm. Just when her arms felt as if they were about to give out, she managed to push herself over the edge, cumming so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks. For a short moment it seemed as if she might sob, but instead she fell into a laughing fit. Her body was now too sensitive to touch, as Mary kicked off her soiled boxers and crawled back under the comfort of her duvet. A few moments later she fell into a deep sleep, her body and mind fully worn out.