Cyndi Can't Stop Cumming?, Part 2

"Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Agggggh."

Babette's will was slowly eroding away as she watched the incredibly arousing display going on in the room right in front of her.

"Wow, elle est vraiment excitée! (Wow, she's really excited!)," Babette exclaimed almost a little to loudly in that sultry French accent of hers.

"Merde! (Shit!), " Babette swore under her breath.

Cyndi's face contorted with obvious pleasure and her head was all over the place as her upper body twisted and arched... Biting her lip she ground her insatiable cunt back and forth... Back and forth and then in circles with short, rough belly dancer-like movements. Babette was breathing hard just watching and imagining her and Mrs. M frantically scissoring... Their wet Muffs ecstatically rubbing against each other.

Cyndi's need to come again was growing stronger and stronger by the minute as she gritted her teeth and grunted like an animal, arching her back she sit back on the pillow using her hand to steady herself as she ground her positively soaked pussy back and forth as hard and as fast as she could.

Cyndi was out of her mind with lust and she grabbed either corner of the pillow in the front like it was the hair of her lover whose face she was furiously bouncing and grinding around on... Cyndi screamed like a banshee as her orgasm hit her like an electric cattle prod causing her to topple over like a bunch of Jenga pieces burying her face into Aaron's other pillow and much like before his scent on the pillow drove her orgasm into another gear as her spasming muscles convulsed with both incredible speed and power. Cyndi's ass rose and fell violently as she involuntarily tried to fuck the pillow between her legs right through the bed. She moaned deliriously and grunted in rapid upside-down gibberish while she kneaded both of her sensitive tits and pinched her rock hard nipples.

Cyndi was unable to control herself and she reached behind herself to grab the pillow and pull it up and between her ass cheeks as she rode harder rotating her hips, her breathing faster and her moans louder. After about 10 minutes of this her rhythm slowed to a languid pace before exploding into a symphony of thrusting, grinding, and moaning... The scent of her son's covers spurring her to greater and greater heights of erotic ecstasy.

As she came for the final time, Cyndi's mind exploded in an array of dazzling images... Some with her bent over various pieces of furniture throughout the mansion, on all fours blindfolded and crawling through the halls guided only by a leash, on top of the kitchen island, up against every wall in the mansion but the ones that made her climax the hardest and spurred her ebbing orgasm to new life were those depicting her son's cock sliding in and out of her holes... Each imaginary thrust made her squirt even harder. Aaron's mother was thoroughly wrecked... physically, emotionally, and psychologically. Cyndi cried out one last time before her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out from the greatest pleasure of her life.

Cyndi had tremendous sexual endurance and stamina as you no doubt already know... She had always been in great physical condition and her lovers often described her as a sexual athlete, and she always recovered quickly. For instance, The state of unconsciousness she found herself in would have left any ordinary woman and quite a large number of superhumans catatonic for at least a week after the kind of pleasure she had just experienced but Cyndi Masters recovered with energy to spare in just 3 and a half minutes while Babette was still recovering from her own breathtaking multiple climax the aftershocks of which were making it hard for her to stand and sneak away.

"When you're done cumming Babette please go and get another pillow and some more covers for Aaron's bed and don't make a mess of them the way I have these, Okay?"

Babette was flustered, "H-H-How did you know it was me?"

"I can smell you, My Dear. I can smell You."

"Oh Dear, I'm so sorry Madame. Please Don't Say Anything To Mr. Masters! I Really Need This Job!"

Cyndi smiled like the cat that ate the canary, "Nothing will be said to My Husband if and only if WE keep THIS little 'Incident' just between You and I... Agreed?"

"Oh YES! YES! Thank You! Thank You So Much Madame!"

Cyndi Masters was bisexual and while she loved men more especially well-endowed men she also liked to play around with women from time to time... And after giving it some thought she could see herself having some real fun with a fine French strumpet like Babette but that would have to wait until later because right now all she wanted to do was to slip into a nice hot bath and then under some 300 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets with a ice pack for the rest of the day.

After Cyndi had gone, The magazine which she had so carelessly forgotten on the floor began pulsing, its pages turning wildly before quickly evaporating into a rapidly dissipating fog of shimmering pixelated multi-colored bits. The sound of pixieish feminine laughter could be heard as someone watched a computer monitor from the shadows seeing every naughty thing that that transpired in the large room.

"Soon Slut... Soon!"